The Darkness of the Music of the Night {A Phantom of the Opera Fanfic}

Chapter 3

The next few weeks were fairly ordinary. School, ballet practice, lunch, ballet practice, freetime (in which Estelle spent in her room drawing and practicing her music), and more ballet practice. At the moment, Estelle was practicing her flute in her room.

"Estelle?" Raoul said, knocking on her door. Estelle set down her flute and walked over to the door.

"Yes, Father?" she answered as she opened her door. Estelle had been trying to get used to him being her dad.

"I've got something to give to you." he said with a smile as he handed her a small white box.

Estelle opened it and pulled out a charm bracelet. It had some little music notes dangling from it and in the middle was a silver heart.

"I-it's so beautiful! Thank you so much!" she said then gave him a hug, "What's the occasion?" she asked him, curiously.

"Does a father need a reason to give gifts to his daughter?" he smiled. Estelle laughed.

"I suppose not." she smiled back at her father.

"Come with me." Raoul said taking his daughter's hand and leading her to Christine and his room, where Christine was standing.

"I knew there had to be a reason. Something seemed to be going on." the young girl smirked.

"Estelle, come sit down." Christine sadi, sitting down herself down on the bed. Estelle suddenly became a bit apprehensive.

Once she was seated, her father walked over and stood behind Christine.

"You do know that we love you very much, correct?" Christine spoke softly.

"Yes, Mother." Estelle answered, confusion in her eyes. She wasn't sure why they would ask this. Sure, at first she was mad at Raoul for stopping going to the orphanage, and she had been hesitant to let him back into her life, but now she had come to accept him as the father that she had longed for perpetually, yet never had.

"And you know that nothing, nor anyone will ever change that, yes?" Raoul asked.

"Yes, Father." she answered, "You know that I do."

"Well, keeping that in mind, we have something to tell you, Estelle." her father continued.

"You're going to have a little sibling soon!" Christine beamed.

"Oh, um, wow. Really?" Estelle said, her eyes wide. Christine nodded excitedly. Estelle's eyes dropped to her lap.

"We know that you might need some time to think, so we've arranged for you to be excused from your next ballet practice." Raoul told his daughter. Estelle nodded and asked to be excused.

When she got to her room, she closed the door and grumbled in frustration.

"Monsieur Erik," she said, knocking on the wall. There was no answer. "Monsieur Erik!" she growled. Still no answer. She put her ear up to the wall and heard loud organ music. "Ugh!" she exclaimed, as she grabbed a bag and started putting her stuff in it. "That little brat hasn't even been born, and they're already causing trouble. Everyone's ignoring me. No one cares about me anymore. Not even Monsieur Erik..." she sighed, zipping up her bag, "If they don't love me anymore, then I'll just leave."

Estelle grabbed her bag, slid her charm bracelet off her wrist, set it on her bed, and snuck out of her room.

"Raoul, It's been two hours, and she still hasn't come out of her room." Christine said to her husband.

"I'll go and check on her." Raoul replied and went to Estelle's room.

"Estelle?" he said as he knocked on her door. He didn't hear an answer, "Estelle?" he asked once more. When there was still silence, he opened the door. Raoul called out for the young girl as he looked around for her. A sparkle caught his eye, and he turned to Estelle's bed to see the bracelet, he had given her, laying there.