Can I Change Fate?

Part 11

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11

Rose POV

Moaning, my eyes fluttered open. What the hell happened? My head was throbbing. It felt like I had a World War 3 in there. Placing a hand to my head, I sat up and looked around. Squinting my eyes, I could tell that I was in a cave-like room. Talk about medieval, I smirked. I looked down to find myself in a swan bed.

Where the hell was I?

Why wasn't I in my room? Where was Abby? Questions swarmed through my head as I looked around me, confused. Everything seemed so familiar, but I couldn't place my finger on it. Pulling back the red and black sheets that covered my body, I climbed out of the strange bed.

"Abby?" My voice rang across the stone walls. "Hello? Anybody here?"

Peering around the stone corner, my eyes widened. I was in Erik's lair in The Phantom of The Opera. Looking around, I covered my hand with my mouth. Everything looked exactly like the lair in the movie. My eyes rested on the huge organ in the center of the lair. Walking over to the huge organ, I fingered the beautiful sheets of music and smiled.

Closing my eyes, I softly sang a song that my father used to sing me when I was little.

If you leap awake in a mirror of a bad dream

And for a fraction of a second

You can't remember where you are

Just open your window and follow your memory upstream

To the meadow in the mountain

Where we counted every falling star

I believe a light that shines on you will shine forever

And though I can't guarantee

There's nothing scary under your bed

I'm gonna stand guard like a postcard of a Golden Retriever

And never leave till I leave you with a sweet dream in your head

Opening my eyes, I smiled. Whenever Abby and I had a nightmare, my dad would cuddle up with us sing us to sleep. It had always calmed us down and made us forget about the goblins and monsters hiding in our closets or under our beds.

Hearing someone behind me, I turned. A man stood, holding me prisoner under his midnight blue eyes. A mask covered half of his face. He wore a white loose shirt tucked into black breeches. His jet black hair was smoothed neatly back. I stepped back and closed my eyes.

Wow, I did not just see Gerard Butler as the Phantom. "Am I dreaming?"

I heard a low chuckle. Opening my eyes, I watched as the Phantom walked towards me. "No, I'm afraid not." His midnight blue eyes searched my own dull brown ones. Even though this was a dream, I still couldn't believe that I was standing in front of Erik.

Bringing my hand to his face, I shuddered at the warmth of the contact. His eyes never left my face as I stroked the line of his jaw, curiously. This seemed too real to be a dream. Suddenly his hand stopped mine as it rested against his cheek.

"Rose," his velvet voice was strained and husky.

At hearing my name, my heart stopped. A memory flashed through my mind as I gazed at him.

'Turning, I found a familiar figure hidden in the shadows. My chest tightened when I noticed the white mask covering half his face. Two dark blue orbs met mine from across the stage. A smile took over my lips as I gazed dreamily back into them.

"So," I started. "The famous Phantom is spying on me? I feel honored."

His eyes flashed from confusion to darkness. Stepping into the light, he snarled at me. "Some wouldn't think so." I tried not to giggle at his attempt to scare me. "What is your name mademoiselle?"

"It would definitely be more entertaining for you to figure out for yourself," I paused, trying to decide if I should leave him a hint. My brown orbs flew back to his as I smirked. "I am named after a flower." '

The memory faded, leaving me breathless. It was real. It had actually happened. Before, I had time to breathe again, another memory took me.

'Sitting on my bed, I held my face in my hands. How could I go through with this? Christine needed to be with Erik for me and Abby to get home. But being around him makes me happy. Hearing the door open, I didn't bother to look up, knowing it was Abby.

"Hey," her voice dripped with empathy. Sitting next to me, I felt her rest her head on my shoulder and wrap her small arms around me. Smiling behind my hands, I couldn't help but admire my little sister's kindness. "Are you okay? Meg and I looked for you last night."

"I'm fine. I was with Erik." Looking up from my hands, I gave her a smile.

Her eyes held doubt. "What happened?"

"I think I fell for the Phantom..." '

Stepping back, I moaned as my head throbbed from the memories. Erik looked at me with concern. So everything was real. This was not a dream. But how the hell did Abby and I get into the Phantom of The Opera? And why am I in Erik's lair?

"Where's Abby?" I asked incoherently.

His eyes held understanding. "She is with Madame Giry." I turned to leave when he grabbed my arm. "You need to rest before you can see her."

"Erik, you don't understand," I pleaded with him. "I don't remember." The last thing I could really remember was sitting on the couch with Abby watching The Phantom of The Opera. Everything after that was a blur.

Tears of frustration glistened in my eyes as they fluttered up to meet his. "Erik, I don't remember anything."

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