It seemed as if Liesel had returned to the same night that the Phantom snapped at her. There was no performance; it was much too late for that. She found her way to a grate that revealed a large room below.
A young, doe-eyed and curly-haired girl was talking to a taller, blonde-haired man.
Just the word blonde made Liesel's heart yearn for Rudy. She looked away, then brushed away her tears to watch the man leave.
As the girl quickly changed into a nightdress (Leisel looked away) a powerful voice echoed through the room.
Insolent boy, this slave of fashion!
Basking in your glory!
Ignorant fool, this brave, young suitor!
Sharing in my triumph!
The Phantom's voice.
The girl whirled around the room, no doubt wondering where the voice had come from. Her mouth opened to join in the song.
Angel, I hear you, speak, I listen.
Stay by my side, guide me.
Angel, my soul was weak, forgive me.
Enter at last, Master.
Liesel stared at the girl. Could this be Christine?
The Phantom's voice returned, alluring and entrancing.
Flattering child, you shall know me,
See why in shadow I hide.
Look at your face in the mirror,
I am there, inside!
The doe-eyed girl slowly walked towards her mirror. Liesel too was astonished to see the Phantom appear in her reflection. Surprised and joyful, what Liesel now decided had to be Christine replied.
Angel of Music,
Guide and guardian,
Grant me to your glory!
Angel of Music,
Hide no longer,
Come to me, strange Angel!
Liesel knew something was wrong. Didn't Christine understand? The Phantom was not an angel at all!
To her horror, she watched as the Phantom slid away the mirror.
I am your Angel of Music,
Come to me, Angel of Music.
She heard thudding on the door to the room.
"Who's is that voice?!" called someone. "Who is in there?!"
Liesel was terrified. How could she have ever thought the Phantom was her friend?
The fiend continued to sing.
I am your Angel of Music,
Come to me, Angel of Music.
*****
The Phantom had taken Christine. Liesel couldn't stop herself; she broke through the grate that separated her from the room. It was weak and old, so she quickly found her way through and ran towards the mirror. She slid the mirror out of the way, then hurried through into an old tunnel.
It was an eerie place. Rats moved around her feet; damp, cold floor sunk into her shoes.
But she had to find them.
Soon, Liesel came to a deep, greenish lake. Not wanting to get soaked, she moved along the walls. The moisture clung to her clothing, but she managed to get through. Finally, she found the lair.
**An Important Note**
Liesel will be narrating the rest of the story, for my sake.
It was strange. A huge cave was filled with civilized objects. There were mirrors everywhere; but most were hidden by curtains and blankets.
There was a huge pipe organ at the center of the room.
At it stood the Phantom.
He seemed distracted from me. His hands danced across a piece of paper, writing something.
"How could you?" I whispered. "She's only a girl."
The Phantom turned at the sound of my voice. "As are you."
"I've seen far worse than she has." I replied. "My entire family was destroyed in a second. The one I loved was taken away from me in the blink of an eye. Because of them, I come here in my dreams. So leave her be."
"I'm offering her a new life, someone who can care for her."
I looked away. Who was this man? He must be insane to think such things.
In sleep you spoke to me,
In dreams I came.
That voice which calls to me,
And speaks my name.
Still now I dream again,
And now I find,
The Phantom of the Opera is here, inside my mind.
He looked at me. The white mask on his pale skin, hidden in a dark cape.
Sing once again with me,
Our strange duet.
A friend I thought of you,
Yet you forget.
A mystery itself,
In you I find!
The Phantom of the Opera is here, inside your mind.
I backed away from him.
Why those who see your face,
Draw back in fear.
She is the mask you wear,
He moved closer to me.
It's me they hear.
This time I glared, and began to run.
You're never meant to be,
A friend of mine.
Still, the Phantom of the Opera is here, inside my mind.
He continued to follow me. I began to fear he wouldn't let me leave alive.
In all your wildest dreams,
You never knew.
That man and mystery,
I turned to him.
Were both in you.
We sang together now.
And in this labyrinth,
Where night is blind,
The Phantom of the Opera is here, inside your mind.
YOU ARE READING
The Book Thief and the Phantom
FanfictionLiesel Meminger is seventeen years old, and has strange dreams of the Opera Populaire, which only existed many, many years ago. How does she know about it? Why? From the perspective of Death and herself, Liesel meets and befriends the legendary Phan...
