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

Chapter Eight

Sorry of the late update. I had no wifi and my writer's block is really taking its toll. I am back home. Unfortunately, I'm off to Jakarta tomorrow. But anyways here is Chapter Eight, enjoy! Thanks for those putting my story in their reading list.
I would also like to thank all my readers for 300+ views. Really, I didn't expect for this much. Appreciate it very much.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the songs you recognize, though there are slight alteration to the lyrics.
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The gala was over. After a victorious day, and a joyful night, it was time to hit the hay. But not for one certain man. His mind was still clouded, leaving him restless. Luckily, a lesson could be his escape. Unfortunately, there was still his job to be done. I need to be quick.

After many minutes of nothing but picking costumes, Erik had finished. He sighed in both exhaustion and relief. That's the last of 'em, he told himself.

He headed down to the basement, preparing himself. Once done, Erik went upstairs, making very sure no one was still around. He was close to his allocated venue to meet his Maiden, before hearing her very own voice.

"Erik..." she faintly called. Almost like an echo. He looked around. "Maiden?"

"Follow me", obeying her, Erik followed. He slowly realized she was leading him outside the Opera Populaire. But as always, Erik would remained enthralled, and blind by his Maiden. It was still quite a mystery on why she had caused him to be this way. Erik passed by many buildings, streets, never wondering where exactly he went. It was like the world around him had vanish, with nothing remaining, except his Maiden's voice.

In sleep she sang to me

In dreams she came

That voice which calls to me

And speaks my name

And do I dream again

For now I find...

The Siren of The Opera is there

Inside my mind

He entered what looked like a garden in a forest. Specifically, it was unknown. He stopped in his tracks, awed of what lied ahead.

A white gazebo, in the center of many trees, rose plants twining around each corner. Butterflies gracefully flew around, wings of different colours. Nightingales and robins sung their beautiful melody. It was like a painting that had come to life. But what made it a true masterpiece, was not everything Erik had seen. It was the girl, in the gazebo, playing her violin.

Tonight, she had picked a white evening dress, sleeves puffed, laced with black nettings. Designs of grey roses at the corset, stretching all the way to her long skirt. Her hair was up in a half french braid. With her mask on, it would like she was playing while staring of at the scenery. So it was quite astonishing when Erik realized she wasn't wearing it. Rather, it was placed in front of her. Maybe this could be my chance, he conjectured.

He crept towards her, silent as he can. With every two steps, he looked down on his feet, making sure not to step onto any squeaking wood. Just as he was nearing her, he looked up to be greeted by her. Disappointingly, her mask was also on. "What are you doing?" she quizzed, softly giggling to herself.

"Ah..", Erik straighten his top, hoping his face had not betrayed him. "Nothing".

She giggled again, her hand over her mouth. "Alright then. Shall we begin?", she said, motioning her hand to a piano that was magically nearby. Was it there before? I could have sworn there was nothing, he wondered.