Red Rose Nightmare (Phantom Of The Opera) (Temp Hiatus)

Somewhere He Is There

Hello my Phantom fans, I am back! I am sorry that I did not update. I have been very busy for the past month. My job, studying for my exam, and my biggest news... I RECEIVED THE LEAD ROLE IN MY COMMUNITY THEATER PLAY! I am so excited for it! Again the next chapter will take some time because of life and my next update is my Merlin story. Please be patient with me.

The picture on top is who I imagine Adam is.

Again I want to thank my friend OtherCharacterNut for proofreading and giving me great ideas for this chapter. Especially that beautiful poem in this chapter! I could not do it without you!

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Also... HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!!!!!!!!!!

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Brie's POV

It began to feel as though I would either lose my stomach or my mind if I didn't escape the cabin below deck. Learning that I have a lover that I don't remember was enough to make me want to burst through the doors and jump into the sea. Was this happening? Was this real like before or did I pass out in the Fun House and my unconscious mind created it? I clung to the cold, metal rail as though it would give me an answer. What life did this Brie make for herself, anyway? She was supposed to be with Erik! Or I was supposed to be... Oh, Erik... The thought of him blurred my eyes and I felt a tear join the ocean's spray on my cheek. I've missed him every day and now I return to discover I'm with a guy named Adam and not him? I know I should've moved on, but what helped get me through the last two years was picturing this me being with him and now I don't even have that!

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself by staring up at the sun as it disappeared behind the clouds. I became lost in my memories. So deep into the world of them that I didn't notice someone walk up behind me. I shrieked when a large hand touched my shoulder and almost slipped over the railing as I tried to twirl around. However, the same hands grabbed me around the waist and held me close.

"Brieanna, are you all right?"

I couldn't stop myself from gripping my rescuer's strong arms for balance, and gasped when my eyes caught his. They were as blue as the waves he saved me from with curly blonde hair as warm as the sun. This handsome stranger was just tall enough to lean down and rest his forehead against mine, though his concerned smile seemed to stop him. My lips uncontrollably parted as my heart fluttered, but thankfully I was able to find my voice.

"So blue," I mumbled softly, but when my cute savior raised his eyebrow I realized what I said and flushed. "Your eyes. They're blue, but you know that. Blue's cool - I mean...doesn't matter. Thank you! I'm fine. I am fine...now."

He chuckled before slowly releasing me. I grabbed on the rail to keep my balance as I stared at him. He looked concerned as he slowly stepped toward me. "Brieanna, are you sure you're all right? You do remember me... don't you?"

I tried to remember where I knew him from. He wasn't in the 2004 Phantom of the Opera movie or in the Australian movie version of Love Never Dies. So, there was only one person he could be. I frowned, curious and intrigued, and whispered, "Adam?"

He smiled, relieved and joy flooding his eyes. He instantly grabbed my hands and said, "You do remember! I knew you could not forget who I was, my love."

Without warning, he passionately cupped my face in his hands and brought his lips to mine. My whole body froze in shock as he continued to kiss me as though we were on the Titanic! I couldn't breathe became I was in shock when he kissed me and I started to tremble. When a hand slid to below my waist, I regained control of my body. I pushed myself out of his hold until my back pressed against the rail. As soon as his mesmerizing blue eyes opened, I slapped him across the face. I cringed the moment I saw my reddening hand-print form on his cheek, as well as how distraught those eyes became, but I couldn't help it! When a stranger grabs you and kisses you, your instinct is to stop it! To get away! But there was more...something was between us. On his side of things anyway.