Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

A phantom in the Opera (Gray and ashlee_babe)

G

gray

Guest
The darkened halls of the catacomb-like echoed his padded footsteps quite annoyingly in his ear. Typically, pacing was a soothing and meditative subject of contemplation. Now however, Erik supposed that pacing was simply not something that helped him. Letting out a small sigh, he decided to come to a halt in his movement, leaning against a section of the stone wall, and biting his lip as his thoughts lept about.

With a clenching and releasing of his hand, he tried to cease his perilous line of thought. Such a prospect escaped him however, and soon he was back onto that same track of thought that had haunted him for so long now. It was different then before. It was... What exactly? Boredom? Frustration? It was one of the things that plagued him about the feeling, it's utter mysteriousness. Tilting his face to the ceiling, his head rested against the cool stone, and he allowed his eyes to close. Perhaps an excursion to the above grounds was in order.
 
"Maggie if you do not hurry up we are going to be late for rehearsal. If Madame finds out we are late again," the answer was already implied. Marguerite brushed her stray curls out of her face and slipped on her ballet shoes. It was dance rehearsal for the show debuting that night, and she had been running late for the past week. Maggie, her affectionate nickname, had been forced to practice late at night to keep up with the other girls.

She was not from France like the others and did not start dance at a young age. Marguerite was an American who danced for three years and was a natural. She was offered a position at the Palaisis Garnier, the Parsian Opera house about two months before. She was excited about being in a real ballet company. Her mind however was interested in other things.

Every night since she had arrived, she was haunted by a man in her dreams. They were so vivid and hard for her to figure out who he was and why he was in her mind. She hummed as she made her way to the ballet studio as she twisted and turned through the corridors. She got lost and began to panick. This part of the opera house was the old section, the remaining structure from the fire in 1870. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
 
His contemplation had been drawing to a near agonizing frustration when he herd the voice echo down the hall. Was someone actually with this part of the old building? Rarely before had this happened, only once and then usually not this far into the area. Thinking over what she, for he deduced the voice to be female, had said, it seemed likely that she may have herd him some how, and come to investigate. Something about that idea, however, struck him as off, for her tone was not quite right for such a matter.

Biting down upon his lip once more, and affixing the mask to his face, he thanked his foresight in bringing the concealing disguise. Donning it thus, he decided to investigate, his curiosity getting the better of him. Plus, it had taken his mind of the matter of his frustration.

Taking a side passage, Erik wound his way through the familiar halls until he was in a location some distance behind the woman. Poking his head around the corner just in time to see her disappear around another, the thought crossed him that perhaps she was lost. It wasn't completely inconceivable, and there was a grand ballet performance tonight. Mayhap she was one of those attending, or even a member of the performance itself. His curiosity roused thus further, his investigation continued, stalking after her as he brushed a strand of dark hair from his face.
 
Maggie did not get a reply but her curiousity was getting the better of her. She had heard stories since she had arrived about the mysterious affair that had resulted in the burning of the opera house. She had thought it was tragically romantic how the main characters never truly found peace. It made her want to cry everytime she heard the stories. She should not be that emotional over a simple story. She explored the stage and saw where they used to light the scenery without electricity. It was odd to be down there. She felt like she was exploring a ghost ship.

She hummed some more as she explored until she found a dressing room. It read: Prima Donna, the lead soprano. I trie the door and opened it. "Wow this placed is amazing. Everthing looks so preserved." She exclaimed as she saw sketches of a woman. A simple charcoal drawing but the resemblance was uncanning.

"The woman looks like me." She whispered as she looked at herself in the mirror. A flash went through her mind as she thought about her dreams. She dropped the picture and approached the mirror. Maggie found the lever and made her way to the catacombs of the opera. Like she was entranced by something, she followed the path through the cold caverns. She made her way to the lake and took the path along the shore. She slipped on a rock, hitting her head and fell in.
 
amazed by the seeming luck by which she navigated, Erik followed her deeper into the halls, watching as she slipped through the door, and down into the lake shore. At this point he had decided that it would be best to make his presence known, and was just about to get on with such a thing, thinking of how to best initiate a dialogue, when the perfect opportunity presented itself.

Paused for a moment as he saw her slip into the waters, he gave himself a shake as he realized what had happened, and hurried forth, not able to decide whether the situation was comical or tragic. It likely depended on how good a swimmer she was.

Rushing to the waters edge, he plunged his hand beneath it's murky surface, grasping her by what he assumed where her shoulders. Heaving her from the water, he dragged her out and onto the dry land, crouching beside her now, tilting his head as he examined her, making sure she wasn't seriously injured from her fall, hoping she had not hit her head all that hard. Words did not come to his mouth as he examined her however, eyes growing wide as he looked upon her face. Could it really be! No.. No, it only looked like her, there were some similarities true but.. Still, it was almost uncanny.
 
Maggie was pulled from the water and she began to cough and sputter. There was a knot forming on her head and she groaned but did not wake from her place. What was happening to her. Her head pounded erractically as she trie to make her way to the surface on her conscious mind. She muttered a simple word before she lost her attempt to reality.

"Erik..."
 
At first honestly worried about her condition, his mental attire shifted greatly upon hearing that word, that name. His name.

How had she known that? Could it really be? It was impossible, utterly impossible. Although, thinking that thought couldn't fail to provide a sense of irony to his convulsed thoughts. Who was he to think of things as impossible? Looking down upon her sleeping frame, the urge came over him to.. But no, not now, it was not the time nor the place, however he may feel. Picking her up in his arms, he made the gradual and slow walk back to the chamber he had claimed as his own, laying her down upon the soft sofa, resting her head upon a lush pillow he had procured. And then, sitting down upon a lone bench after placing a cool towel over her where she had struck her head.. He waited.
 
She opened her eyes a few hours later and saw that she was not alone. She sat up rather quickly and soon realized that was a bad idea. Maggie placed the cloth back on her head. "Where am I?" She asked unsure and decided to look for a person with her. "How did I get all wet?" She was confused and rubbed the knot that had formed on her skin. "What the hell?" She whispered as she winced, touching the delicate area.
 
giving a light smile, he stood d a little ways away, near the wall, when she came around. Seeing her struggling to figure out what happened, he decided to introduce himself quite suddenly. Stepping out from the shadow, he spoke, calmly and with a hint of concern. "You fell, into the water I'm afriad, I and I believe you hit your head as well." Refraining from asking what she had been doing down here, he simply watched her for a moment, trying to figure out what all this was about.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom