What If He Wasn't Alone? (A Phantom of the Opera Fanfiction)

Chapter 3: Sing For Me

again, don't own Phantom of the Opera, that right belongs to Andrew Lloyd Webber! Also the song that wasn't in the movie is called No One Would Listen, and it doesn't belong to me either, it was cut from the movie... ANYWAY Enjoy!!!!! :)

Erik’s POV

I let the curtain fall as I walked back to sit at my organ. Isa I thought hmm it suits her. She certainly was different. She didn’t seem afraid of me at all, she looked happy to see me and she wanted me to play for her. She sat right next to me! I thought in shock.

She would have stayed if you continued to play. The voice in my head said.

I was in shock! I growled defensively and maybe I didn’t want her to stay. The voice just laughed. I sat there for a while before sighing and going to check on Isa.

I was quiet, careful not to disturb her, but when I got closer I heard her talking to herself.

“That music… so beautiful it touched my soul. I wish I could sing like that.” She sighed and I thought You already can. “I can’t believe I’m here in the Phan- I mean Erik’s home! It’s wonderful here!” she’s happy here? “What of the Phantom himself?” she asked herself and my breath caught in my throat as I listened carefully. “You finally met him, Isa. Why is everyone afraid of him?”

Because of his famous temper, little one, I thought.

“His music is enough to stop my heart.” She said before falling silent. I looked at her, taking in every detail. She kept her hair, black as a raven’s feather, in a braid that fell just above her hip. Her porcelain skin was flawless and her eyes… her eyes! They could stop my heart with one glance, her eyes, ice blue, bluer than the sea and sky.

I shook my head what am I doing? I wondered. You’re spying on a girl you are holding prisoner.

Isa’s POV

When I woke up I panicked, I had no idea where I was, until I remembered last night’s events. I was still in the Louis-Phillipe room, down below the opera house; the swan bed was quite possibly the most comfortable bed in the world. Sitting up I heard the organ playing the same sad melody as it had last night. Listening carefully I heard singing too. I crept carefully out to the main room and saw Erik sitting at the organ, playing and singing. His voice was breath-takingly beautiful and as I got closer I could hear the words. 

“No one would listen

No one but her

Heard as the outcast hears,

Shamed into solitude

Shunned by the multitude

I learned to listen

In my dark, my heart heard music,

I longed to teach the world

Rise up and reach the world

No one would listen

I alone could hear the music