Can I Change Fate?

Part 6

Rose POV

Hurrying to the door, I tried to open it. I frowned once I realized that it was jammed. "Okay, Abby, I know it's you. Quit it!" Was Abigail really going to go that low? She must have thought that locking me in Christine's room would be ironic, considering the fact that the Erik scene comes next...

"Abby?" I pounded on the door.

No answer.

Usually Abby would have giggled and let me out by now. Looking around the dark room, I tried to find anything I could use to pick the lock. Finally my eyes landed on my hair pins. Perfect! Before I could reach them, a deep velvet voice stopped me.

Insolent boy

This slave of fashion

Basking in your glory!

Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor

Sharing in my triumph!

Erik.

I froze. Erik sounded really pissed. He must have seen Raoul flirting with me. But why did he care? Wasn't it Christine that he loved? Smirking slightly, I decided to change Christine's lines a bit.

Angel of Music

My unknown savior

Was my voice not enough?

Discreetly, you hide from me

Leaving me in complete darkness!

Quite proud of myself for coming up with that on the spot, I waited for his response. His voice softened as he sang back.

Flattering child you shall know me

See why in shadow I hide

Look at your face in the mirror

I am there inside!

Looking in the mirror, my heart leaped when I saw him with his gloved hand outstretched. He wants to take me to his lair! But why? I had to be careful, otherwise, Abby and I may never be able to get home.

I am your Angel of Music

Come to your Angel of Music...

His words made me feel like I was in a trance. He looked as handsome as ever. His jet black hair was slicked back and he wore a loose shirt that showed part of his chest. I cautiously made my way toward him, my eyes unable to tear away from his intense gaze.

I am your Angel of Music...

He waited patiently for me as I stood, hesitating. I finally placed my small hand in his. Gently, he pulled me through the mirror and through the hidden passageway.

Raoul POV

I glanced at the raven-haired beauty that sat across from me. She was lovely, but I couldn't stop thinking of her sister, Rose, I believe. Frustrated, I focused my attention to my meal. What made her refuse me? I am the Vicomte! But maybe, the girl didn't care about money. That made me respect her. All of the other women that had fancied me were either fascinated with my extreme wealth or of my power.

"Hello?" Abby's voice interrupted my thoughts, "Earth to Raoul!" Looking up, I saw her light blue orbs filled with hurt and irritation. What kind of phrase was that? This girl was obviously American. Was this how they speak?

"I apologize," I gave her a genuine smile. "I was just thinking about your performance tonight." That was only half true, but it made the young chorus girl blush. Maybe, she can tell me more about her sister.

Abby smiled cheerfully at me. "You're forgiven." I shifted uncomfortably under her gaze.

"When did you and your sister come to the Opera?" I asked casually. Abby immediately tensed and rubbed her wrist. Curious, I waited for her response. She paused for a moment before looking at me seriously.

"A backdrop fell on Rose and I," she let out a nervous laugh. Immediately, I felt concerned. Abby continued. "Madame Giry offered us spots as chorus girls once my wrist healed a bit." She, then, smiled sadly at me. "We have no family, you see. So dancing here was our best option." Taking her hand, I kissed it.

"Mademoiselle," I gave a polite bow, "would you give me the honor of taking you home?"

Abby's face lit up. "What kind of question is that?" Standing up, she gave me a curtsy. "Of course you can, it would be my absolute pleasure."

Erik POV

I had seen the fool smiling and touching her. For some reason, it made my blood boil. When I pulled her through the mirror, I couldn't stop looking back at her. She was beautiful. Her dark brown orbs seemed to smile at me, as she let me lead her. To my surprise, she started to sing.

In sleep he sang to me

In dreams he came

That voice which calls to me and guesses my name

And do I dream again?

For now I find

The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my mind

Her voice was angelic. Wishing to hear it again, I faced her as we reached my black stallion, Ceaser. Waving my torch, I pulled her to me.

Sing once again with me

Our strange duet

My power over you grows stronger yet

And though you turn from me to glance behind

The Phantom of the Opera is there inside your mind

Helping her on the big stallion, I watched as she easily seated herself on the horse's broad back. She turned to me and her voice filled the air.

Those who have seen your face draw back in fear

I am the mask you-

All of a sudden, to my utter astonishment, the girl slipped off the horse's back and fell to the ground. Dropping the torch, I went to help her. To my surprise, she was shaking with laughter.

"I think I ruined the moment," she giggled, hiding her face in her hands. "I only went to riding camp once and it is pretty hard to ride on a horse sideways in a dress!" She giggled again, causing a smile to form on my face. That surprised me. Not even Christine has made me smile.

Picking her up in my arms, I looked down at her. "If you wish, I can teach you." Where had that come from? The girl gave me a sly smile.

"The Phantom of the Opera," she played with the cuff of my sleeve. "Who would have known that he is such a softie?" I carried her through the rest of the passage. I didn't want her to slip and hurt herself. I hated myself for enjoying the way the brunette laid her head against my chest. Why did this mere girl had this much effect on me?

Why didn't she run from me? It was obvious that she knew who I was and what I have done. But, still, she didn't draw away from me. A shiver ran through me as she curled up more against me. Reluctantly placing her down, I helped her into the boat. "Come," I told her. "I will not let you fall." She rolled her eyes and took my hand.

"Just once, I fall off a horse," the girl sighed. "And now you think I'm going to trip all over my feet." That caused me to chuckle. This strange brunette made all of my hatred and pain disappear. Christine has been my obsession, but she never made me feel as light and at peace as I did now.

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-Hell's Angel