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

Chapter Ten

Christine's POV

She watched as Erik was guided out. Though she appreciated the Vicomte's assistance, there was nothing more that pleases Christine, than to watch him agonies in pain. Ever since...his death, he has done nothing but to interfere in every way he can for the Opera Populaire. All to see her again, he says. But she knew the truth. His family was never one to  participate in the arts of music. It was all a lie. Everything, from contributing, to offically funding the opera house. All to lure and capture more of the public's, and her's more so, attention. With every word spat of his commitment, Christine would scoff in return.

On the bright side however, things were executed smoothly on the night before, but as she told herself: time.

Rushing straight would be a foolish mistake. Risks were all staring right back at her, were she to do so. And of course, Christine had planned ahead. She always does. One cannot be too sure of one's path. Which was why she was led to notify the Vicomte of Erik's location. She needed help to return Erik back to his home. And knowing the Vicomte, he'd do anything for her. 

Now about our little Marguerite, Christine thought. Marguerite "Meg" Giry, daughter of Madame Antionette Giry. Exceptional dancer, not even the Siren could deny that. She was beautiful. Perhaps even more than Christine could be, which might just be physically  impossible. Meg's true beauty, however, was different, in terms not of appearance but instead of heart, that shone like heaven's light. So bright, Christine often wondered if Meg was the angel instead. That she deserved Erik more than Christine could ever hope for, just like what had occurred. Those looks, the pausing moment, eyes gazing. I would need to act fast.

In all of life, one could only have as much failures, sorrows to that of blessings and happiness.

But not to Christine any longer. No matter what the consequence, she would not lose this fight. It would be just like any other, that she had faced before.

It made much sense to say that her whole life, was nothing but a battlefield. A war of which could never be won. Or at least will never at all.

But this is her life, and only she can choose what she will do with it, till the very end. This is simply her way of saying, ' I am someone. Someone who belongs. Someone, who also needs love in her life. Someone who's just...the same as every girl could be. I have the same dreams, the same hopes, the same desires. Like any girl, I deeply yearn for love as well. My knight in shining armour'.

But who was she fooling? She would never be a normal girl. She would always be different. Distant. Unknown.

'Look at me and tell me who I am,

Why I am,

What I am?

Call me a fool and its true I am

I don't know who I am

It's such a shame

I'm such a sham

No one knows who I am...

Am I the face of the future?

Am I the face of the past?