The Siren of the Opera [ON HOLD!!!]

Chapter Four

Hey! ChaoticSentiments here. If your still reading, thank you so much. I appreciate it. I hope the story is going well for you. Please remember to follow and read my other stories.

As much as I wish I did, I do not own Phantom Of The Opera of all depictions. My plot is the only one. The song I used was actually meant for a 'The Mirror' scene, but I decided not to use that. So, I changed the setting and lyrics and Ta-dah! Well, that's all I have to say. Oh, and forgive me for any grammar or punctuation mistakes. My English is not really the best. Enjoy.

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Weeks has passed. Erik has suffered painfully, under the hands of Piangi and Carlotta. Not only with their demanding commands, but with their ear splitting and awful voices that they call music. Ironically, it appears the public adores them.

A thing that he has learned from his parents, was that music must come from passion and the heart. Not of mind, in hopes of only fame and fortune. Clearly, Carlotta and Piangi chose the latter.

But aside his horrible bosses, Erik has made many acquaintances. Meg Giry was a special case. The two became instant best friends. They had shared secrets, dreams and done quite alot. You could say that they had clicked well enough. Erik and Meg would casually meet after rehersals, sometimes chat during breaks, at the rooftop. It was the only place that could give them the privacy they needed.

Today was an average day. Same screeching 'music', same constant yelling, same pickups of costumes. Erik could not be ever more grateful when they were done. Meg might be probably waiting for him upstairs. He just had a few more outfits to collect. Quickly, and neatly, he folded all of them - good thing his mother had taught him household chores from young. Erik received many bids of "goodnights", it was late evening, from his other colleagues. It would seem he was the only one left.

He made a quick check aroung the area, making sure he had collected all attires. The last time he missed, he recieved one heck of a nagging from the other lady costumer. Once done, he had to return all clothing to each dressing room. He pushed the hefty cart, only to stop at the sound of a creaked woodened floor. He paused, stood up straight, turned, and froze.

In front of him, stood a girl. She had long jet black hair, let loose, reaching her waist. She wore a green dress that had navy blue sleeves with intricate designs of gold. The dress was easily outlining her curves. Erik noticed that she was wearing a white mask. The mask was in a common shape, but to Erik's surprise, the eye holes were covered. Can't she see?

"Please. Do not be afraid, Erik", she said.

"How do you know my name?" Erik quickly asked, his head starting to scream to get out. But he couldn't, he was somehow rooted. Surely, not because of her, right?

"It's me. Don't you remember? I'm your...Maiden of Music. The one your mother told you about."

"Maiden? Mother never said anything about tha--", Erik then recalled that his mother did indeed speak of it. But that was rarely - the last he heard of it was on her deathbed, 16 years ago. "But it's all just a story. A myth. You can't possibly be real." He looked back at her for an explaination.

She was silent at first. And then...

"Flattering boy, you shall soon see,

Stories are never a myth,

Look deep in your heart, and believe

Of the fate that you have seeked..."

She had come closer to Erik. Strangely, he did not move. Not because of fear, but with fascination, and that he was entranced by her voice. He had never heard anything so beautiful. So heavenly, to that of Angel. He did not care that the girl had placed her hand on his face. "You're really here", he said.