Lost in Song (A Phantom of the Opera Fan fiction)

And Over Yonder is a Wild Erik

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Sally P.O.V

Once again Erik is silent, working on plots ans schemes to try to win over Christine. I want to tell him to back off...but I don't want to hurt him. But she's getting married! To a man she loves and Erik shoudn't be barging in! That's what I believe...Sometimes I wish he would see me too. After that night, dancing with him, I-I don't know...

As I sat on my bed I gazed out the window into the snowy mist.

"Sally?" I look back around to find dear Christine by my bed. She was dressed completely in black and had a bouquet of red roses.

"Christine?"

"I'm going to go visit my father's gave." She said looking at Raoul guarding the door.

"But I think the Phantom going to follow me..." Christine sits down on the bed, clutching the crescent roses tightly.

"Maybe you should ask Raoul to come with you." I suggest.

"No...Can you come with me?" She asked. Christine made her famous puppy dog eyes, I look back at Raoul.

"Are you sure? But we should tell Raoul he'll worry about-"

"No! I mean...He's been protecting me for so long and I haven't been with a friend for so long. And you can really listen to me, unlike other people."

"I don't-"

"Please?" Christine pleaded. Should I? I think I should...too many men have been pushing her around.

"Okay." I agreed. We hugged and I grabbed my pitch black cloak. Christine and I quietly tipped toed down the stairs, across the halls and out the door. The air greeted us with a cold breeze.

"Christine, if the Phantom does follow you, want should I do?" I asked stupidly regretting the question. Really Sally? Want should I do if my friend is in danger? Help her!

"Well, actually if he shows up. Hide. I know this must be really confusing, but I need you. So hide."

Ok then, never-mind what I just said to myself. I nodded my head in agreement while Christine went over to pay for a ride. I looked around the stables, different horses lined up in their stalls. Did I mention that I rather dislike horses? Yeah they bug me for some reason...Erik is really fond of them for some reason, I don't get it. Maybe if I haden't landed in the 1900's I wouldn't have to deal with them, I miss cars. Christine walked back over to me and we sat down in the open carriage, boy am I tired. I sat back in the carriage and made sure that I was fully wrapped in my cloak. My friend just sat there, she look as if she was just sentenced to death! Pale, her iris' lost it's sparkle, god it's sucks knowing that I can't I do much to help the poor girl.

The driver approached the carriage and sat down. He was covering his face which was odd because earlier he looked...different. Sigh. Of course Erik is our new driver, it's a get way to follow us! I stayed silent, the driver or "Erik" turned his head a bit but didn't seem to notice me.

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Once the bumpy ride was over Christine and I exited the carriage and made way towards the cemetery. Cold and sad were the only words to describe the scenery, it had a strange comfort to it. I broke away from Christine and began to pay my respects to those buried years ago. As I tread ed in the snow my eyes peered at one of the tombstones which had bits of stone crumbling from the corners. Strings of ivy were so densely embraced around the tombstone that I could only pull away so little to find the identity.

Madeleine

I couldn't tell what the last name was, but where have I heard that name before? I think I once heard Erik mutter the name, but I'm not sure...

I continued to walk among to the dead as Christine sang to her father. Even though this place has such a melancholy feel to it, I sort of like it. It's kind of relaxing. I wonder where Erik is, I haven't seen him since we got out from the ride. My eyes searched the area for some sort of clue the he was still around-there! On top Gustave Daae's grave! What the hell is he doing?
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I'm really sorry but I have to end it here... I've been really busy but this is as much as I could contribute. Once again I'm really sorry....