Belle: Daughter of a Phantom (Phantom of the Opera) (The Fifth Cellar Sequel) (On Hold)

Chapter 5 - Unexpected Meeting

Author's Note:

Sorry that last chapter was so bad!! I didn't know how to work it. Sorry!!!!!!!!!! And this one might not be any better but something had to happen between them!!!!!!!!! There may be more chapters like this if I can think of anything for them to talk about!!!!!!!! AGH!!! This writing will be the death of me!!!! But it would be a good way to die.

sarahlet2999

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Belle's POV:

I took a deep breath and looked over the lovely view. I had a secret place in the woods. It was a small clearing with a stream running through it and with a tall oak tree beside the stream. I leaned against the ruff bark and sighed contentedly. I pulled my violin of the the case and tested one of the strings. I never played the violin for anyone other than Char and my father. Not ever Mother and Peter had heart me play. I didn't like to play or sing for other people. It made me nervous. I rose to my feet and carefully placed the bow on the string and started to play. I was soon so wrapped up in the music that I didn't realized that someone was watching me. I finished and scowled. I needed more practice. Suddenly I jumped out of my skin when I heard wild clapping. I turned and saw Fredrick watching me. He was beaming and I was slightly angry. I didn't like being sneaked up upon.

“Well, what reason do you have for creeping up on me?” I snapped. He laughed.

“Forgive me, Belle, but I heard that beautiful playing and I couldn't help but follow. Did you father teach you how to play?” I nodded.

“My father is a master violinist.” He smiled and walked toward me. I had been kinda hoping that he might not look so handsome in the light as he had under the moon but he looked more handsome. My face was going crazy with blushes. Ugh, I hated that. I could only hope that some of my freckles might cover it up. I sat down and he sat down beside me before he said,

“Your father must be talented in quite a few things. After all he is the Phantom of the Opera.” I smiled and said,

“Yes, he is talented. You have to be to live ten years of your life as a ghost and never be discovered.” He laughed and I found myself liking that laugh a lot. He was really kind and good looking. This wasn't a good combination.

“That would take talent. And you never finished answering my question about what it was like to have the Phantom of the Opera as a father.” I blushed that he actually remembered that.

“You remembered that question?” I asked quietly. He nodded.

“Why wouldn't I?” I shrugged my shoulders.

“Well, you learned about everything last night. Its a world of music and madness. My father still isn't quite right in the head.” I smiled and remembered my father's occasional fits of madness. They had all happened before the birth of the twins so they didn't remember many of them. But Father was known for locking himself up in his music room and not coming out for days. But once the twins were born he seemed to realized that he was needed in the family. After all Mother couldn't raise a girl and two boys without Father. Now, he just locks himself in there for several hours. Fredrick watched my face for a moment and I fought down a blush. He reached over and wiped off the tad of makeup I had put on my nose.

“I like your nose without the makeup, Belle. You look normal. Don't worry about your nose. ” I laughed.

“Well, you are one of the few who don't mind my nose. My mother says that my nose is a special part of me and Char says that I am so lucky I even have a nose. He really doesn't. He is like my father.” Fredrick gave me a warm smile and said,

“How large is your family? I don't remember if you ever told me.” I sighed.

“Well, there is my mother and father. Than there are me and my twin brothers. Peter is the spitting image of Mother. The red hair and blue eyes all came from Mother. But then there is Char or Charles. Well, he is like my father. His eyes are sunk pretty deep in his skull and his nose is barely there. He looks more normal than Father but he still isn't quite right. He is also like Father in his personally. Yes, I live in a house with two Phantoms of the Opera and one is my father while the other is my brother. It makes for an interesting existence.” He laughed and then, glancing at his watch said,

“Oh, I had better get going. I was wondering if we could meet here again. And please bring your violin. I like to hear it.” He smiled and took my hand. With a wink he kissed it gently. I held back a blush as he walked away. Why did he have to be so perfect?