((Now...this will be an interesting SL...and I will explain how it will go: It's like...years later...the girl is a descendant of Christine Daae, she is an interior designer and went to school or it and managing. This guy owns the Opera Populaire and makes her an offer to see over the finshing touches to the reconstruction and become the manager after it opens. But...see the phantom in my story...really is kind of a phantom...and immortal being powered by the theatre itself and grows stronger with the theatre's activicties..and especially when Krissy comes around. She's a spitting image of Christine...and he sees it as a second chance to have her again, instead of losing her last time. And there will be times when time kind of lapses...and even she is caught to almost relive some moments from the event....sometimes even confused that she is herself, not Christine and he convinces her to sing....when the Opera opens up. He starts to take power over the theatre once more...and things start to play themselves over. Now...the thing is...*grins* I'm not sure if I'm going to make it a happy or bad ending...meaning..not sure if I'm going to have him win out...or have him lose her and be destroyed...cause if he won...no one would expect it. They would think that because all stories end that way...that she would find out a way to destroy him. But....what if she didn't? What if she was trapped to be his forever? Bound to him? Perhaps....he binds her to him through marriage...and once that happens, she is bound to him for Eternity.
I'm really excited about this rp, this SL. Now...I have already written part of the storyline. I want a specific way that the RP is run...NO one liners....you have to have at least a paragraph with five sentences each time you post. I want the person to be literate and descriptive. And I've made it easy....In the storyline, I've made how the main characters are to act...the phantom included...so you will know what I expect from you and how to play the RP. Now...whoever plays the Phantom...PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE keep in mind that he is not of a modern age....so he does not say phrases like "I'll kick his butt..." Or "I'll kick his a**.." Or anything modern like that. He speaks proper english...and you have to keep the mind frame that he is of that older time frame.
I want this RP to be story book quality. That means....again...no one liners. I want this to be done with the thought that others might read it...therefor, you must make it enjoyable to read. This rp is for more experienced RPers...and I would expect nothing less. I don't say this to be rude...but I say this to be honest. That is what I expect...and if you can not do that, then you'll simply have to watch. In the end, it will be better for all....it will be more fun to do and will also be fun for the readers to watch....making it an overall enjoyable experience.
I also want any prospect RPers for the storyline to keep in mind that while rping...stay in the mind frame...you have to be IN the character's mind. If this were a play, we would be the actors. You have to know your character and be completel emmerced in it while playing that character. I want to feel passion, hate, love, lust, all those wonderful feelings from this RP. These emotions are real...and you can feel them. I want this rp to be so damned good that we make the readers own emotions rise with the story. And this is what I expect of this RP, this is what I expect to bring, and what I expect of the RPers themselves. Below is the peice that I've written. The RP will start from there. Here are the Characters available (and yes, I am aware that the spellings are simular to the original characters, but not the exact spelling, I have made them so on purpose):

The Phantom: Available
Kristina (Krissy) Daytone: Nehmahati
Glenn Vecant: Available
Janitor: Available

If you have any character that you wish to add to the story yourself, PM me to let me know of the character, including thier profile and what part of the story they will have. Please....no damsils in distress. There is nothing I hate more than little girls starved for attention. I mean no offense to anyone...but this is my RP and this is how I want the rp to go. I'm simply being honest. There can be women characters involved...and even put in danger...maybe killed...and you can have romance if you wish to...but remember the storyline, and I don't want anyone adding a character simply for attention. I want a full story behind each character, a reason that they are involved in the story and what role they will play in it. So please be mindful of that. Thanks for your interest...and I hope you enjoy what I've written so far biggrin Also, when you PM let me know which Guild you're applying from, because I will be posting this SL in more than one place. Thank you smile ))

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"The year was and the bizaare and unfortunate events in the Opera Populaire had become nothing more than a distant fading memory to Paris, although the memories of those tragic events lingered in all of our minds. There were still times where I would sit by my window and they would play over in my mind...as vividly as if he had been standing there. Even now, I think of it...and I am overwelmed by my sadness for this pityful man that we left behind.
I still wonder now sometimes where he is...what has become of him. But I should not dwell on these things...so this is where I say my good bye. It has been a year now...after it has all come to pass. I am still haunted by it all...but I must not live on this way, forever trapped in that night. It is now that I must put it behind me...and never think upon it again....
So goodbye....My Angel of Music....farewell...I leave you to the darkness from wince you came....
~Christine Daae"

Krissy sat there silently...her mouth parted softly as she breathed in. Her eyes were wide with amazement and awe...the saddness still lingering there. It took her a moment to take in a breath, her eyes never leaving the screen of her computer were the faint glow of it cast it's light upon her face, catching those soft brown eyes as she sat there silently, still in silent fascination.
She remembered now the events of the night before, her friend Vanessa had called her while she was unpacking a box of clothes. She had told her about a website she had found about a supposed authentic diary entry from the woman Christine Daae, the one who was the center of the well known play, Phantom of the Opera.
"I only think that it's right to know what you're getting into..."
Her friend had insisted after rattling off the web address. Krissy had written it down distractedly before tossing the paper aside on the desk. She had moved from her apartment in New York to take up an opportunity to work in the redesign of the famed Opera Populaire in Paris. She had been a bright student...graduating from high school early at the age of 16 and quickly there after enrolled in special courses to become an interior designer...but also had a fascination with historical places.

So when she had recieved the private offer to work with a team to help the finishing touches of the reconstruction and manage there at the Opera Populaire, she had quickly jumped at it, despite her friend's objections. She was only 19 now...young for coming into such a success, but she was ambitious, if nothing else.
She let out a soft breath now as she eyed the screen before letting out a soft sigh and pushed herself back from the desk. The story was tragic and sad...but she really didn't believe that the story could be true....no matter how convincing the diary entries were. She stood now and stretches...lifting her hands above her head as she did so. She let out sigh and shifted her eyes about the room. She still had a lot of unpacking to do, but at least most of it was done. She had to go to bed soon though...tommorrow was her first day on the job. She was going to be meeting the man that owned the building.
She moved quickly to her dresser and pulled out a pair of grey dancer pants and a white wife beater. Quickly slipping out of her clothes, she slipped on her night clothes and crawled into bed. Wrapping the soft comforter around herself, she bore into the soft matress...the diary entries still vivid in her mind as she drifted off to sleep.

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It seemed that she was walking barefoot through winding halls....the air was dark and dank...the ground moist beneath her bare feet. She wore a soft white sleeping gown...long..white and flowing. Ever so often, she would pass a lit candle...it's soft dim light flickering for a moment...illuminating her face as she walked along. She was lost....she didn't know where she was, or how she would get out of this place. Her long brown curls cascaded softly down her back in waves....some of the ringletts framing her soft face.
She was looking for something...but she was not quite sure what. She knew that deep within her heart, fear made her heart pound against her chest and it was almost hard to breath. But she continued on...gasping at every little sound it seemed and twirling around...but nothing would be there, only the endless darkness. It seemed forever she walked...searching...searching...for what...she did not know. And then suddenly, a soft voice in her ear.....
"Christine..."
And she let out a shrill scream....

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And sat straight up in her bed....warm sweat made her brown curls scling to her forhead and cheeks...her soft pale flesh was fevorish and hot. She closed her eyes....trying to make her heart stop pounding so hard in her chest.
"It was just a stupid dream, Krissy...Your imagination is way too vivid...no more bedtimes stories for you..."
She said softly to herself...trying to ease her beating heart still....but the terror still lingered there. She turned her head and looked at the flashing red light of the numbers that told her it was 5:02 a.m. She still had a couple of more hours of sleep...but she was wide awake now. She might as well get up...there would be no harm in checking out the place for a little while before she had to meet with the owner.
She swung her legs around and made her way over to the kitchen and quickly set the coffee maker starting, then moved to the bathroom. She quickly washed her face and then moved to her closet and pulled out a neat white button up fitted top, long sleeved...and a pair of pinstriped dress pants. Soon, she was dressed and standing in front of the mirror, twisting her long curling brown hair up off her neck and pinning it....random tendrils of curl hangind down against her slender neck.
She examined her form...she was quite attractive in a soft kind of way...but she wasn't that concerned with her looks...only wanting to make sure that she looked proffessional, to make up for her young age. She moved back to her closet and slipped on a pair of 4' inch black strappy shoes, then moved to the kitchen. Turning her wrist over to glance at the time, she quickly decided to make a cup of coffee to go. When she was done, she grabbed her little black purse and was out the door quickly...her dream long forgotten for the time being.

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She pulled up to the parking lot in the back of the large expansive theatre and found that the parking lot was almost completely bare. She was almost glad for it. She wanted to take in the building...take in the feeling of it in it's calm state. It was a habit of hers, always wanting to get a feeling of a place by herself before proceeding onward.
She parked her little black car and made her way to the back entrance to the theatre, pulling out the set of keys that had been given to her on her meeting with the owner's representatives. Apparently, he did not often make an appearance to his employers...but because the job was such a big one, he had wanted to meet her himself. She quickly slipped inside and immediately she felt a little bit of regret. It was dark in there....and she did not know the place well enough to know how to turn on any lights.
She reached out a slender hand to press against the wall as she began to guide herself along the length of it until she seen a soft glow of a ghost light from the stage ahead. She made her way up to the backstage stairs that would lead her to the upstage area. She paused at the far corner...her eyes gazing out at the emense stage...then flickering up to the catwalks that littered the high ceiling of the stage. The actual ceiling was much higher than that....but even still, the heigh of it was astounding. She slowly made her way towards the middle of the stage.
Against the ghost light, she could barely see the seats beyond....and she wondered idly what it must have been like back then to perform on this very stage. She herself had always had a deep interest in the arts...and actually had been infactuated with singing when she was younger...and unknown to her, had a great talent for it....but singing didn't neccissarily pay the bills of give her success. She had found a second passion...and had ran with it.
"So this is the famed Opera Populaire..."
She whispered softly under her breath...she was standing now in the middle of the stage, her eyes searching the darkness beyond the ghost light. Suddenly...she thought she heard something...a soft....something...it almost sounded like whispers...but it was too vague, to soft and inaudible to really tell. She felt that first flicker of fear since her dream this morning and she fought to keep it down, scolding herself for letting the darkness scare her. There was nothing to be afraid of...this was just an old building and she probably simply heard fellow employees coming in...as it was close to that time. Suddenly, she felt a hand heavy upon her shoulder and she let out a shrill scream and whirled around....
And her wide eyes took in the bright blue eyes of the man who stood before her. He was clean cut and handsome...his skin an even tanned color and his hair dark and brushed back from his face. He was in a buisness suit and wore a serious no-nonsense expression that was almost cold. She tried hard to gain her her breath again and pressed a hand against her chest as she let out a nervous laugh.
"I...you scared me there for a moment...."
She said, flustered...but the man only stared at her coldly and she grew uneasy. Then finally, he spoke, his voice was hard and smooth, deep.
"That's quite a scream there. I see you were here to take in the building's grandre? I do that quite often myself. My name is Glenn Vecant."
He said in that proffessional tone and she immediately recognized the name...this was the owner of the building, of the Opera Populaire. Her eyes widened and she drew in a breath.
"Oh...I am so...so sorry....I didn't mean to...."
He lifted his hand and shook his head...and finally, the corners of his mouth curled with a small smile.
"It is quite alright...don't be sorry. Actually, I am rather pleased to have a manager that has such a respect and reverance for places such like this. You must be Kristina Daytone."
She nodded, her shock still evidant on her face and then she shook her head and held out her hand and he took her hand in his and she shook his hand firmly.
"Yes...But please, call me Krissy....it's an honor to meet you, Mr. Vecant."
She said, still flustered. He grinned and shook his head again.
"Please...call me Glenn. I see that my reputation proceeds me. I am not so cold hearted a boss, as you will find out. But don't tell anyone that....it's our secret."
He said with a soft chuckle and then swept his hand to gesture the stage.
"Perhaps I should show you around. I would actually like to speak with you in private, if you don't mind. My office is closer to the front. Perhaps we can talk there, then I can show you around. Is that alright?"
He said and then as if he needed no anwser at all, he took her gently by the elbow and guided her down from the stage and they made thier way towards the front of the large theatre. Soon, she was seating herself comfortably on a chair opposite from his own behind his desk and she watched him as he sat himself down after closing the door to give them privacy. For a long moment, he sat there and gazed at her intently...and she found herself growing uneasy again...but it was quickly swept away as he began to talk.
"Kristine...I am very fond of this building. Did you know that I am a direct desendant to the man who owned this building? The theatre has been in my family for generations...."
He paused and she nodded softly and he continued, as if satisfied with her reaction.
"I do want to say...that I had been watching you from a distance before you came here...so your being here was not just by chance. I scout for possible employees...people who have a passion for what they do. I seen that in your work, in your progress....although I must admit, I did not expect a woman with such a lovely contanence."
He said and she felt her cheeks flush slightly....but even still, that strange uneasieness was there in the back of her mind. He had been watching her? But she told herself that it was not that bad. Companies scout out for future empoyees all the time. He quickly continued.
"The reason I tell you this...is because I expect full dedication and discreetion from my employees. That being said...I would request a favor from you. I wish for you to stay here...in the theatre. There is a set of rooms above the stage that you would stay in. I want you to be here...at all times, to be close to your place of work...to better invision what is to be done here and to do your job the best of your ability. If you are to be the manager of this theatre...I wish for you to be close to this place, for it will, without doubt become your second home anyway. This I ask for your favor...although, by favor, I really mean it as a requirement."
He said, his voice hardening a little, gaining a little of that coolness again as he stated the last words. She sat there in slight shock at his words. Was he serious? He had to be, with the look upon his face. Her mind reeled with thoughts....but she knew even before she processed all of this that she could not deny his request. She wanted this job too badly...and she could not just let this oddity stop her from it. It was odd...but not impossibly so. Finally though, she nodded.
"I understand sir...and I will stay here, if that is what you wish me to do. Will there be anyone else living here?"
She asked and he shook his head.
"No....there won't be. You'll be the only one aside from me with keys to everything in this building. I will show you to your living space after this meeting...but I do want to say one thing. Do not wander off too far alone. You must keep in mind that this building is old...and it has passages that even I do not know about. We would not want you to get....lost...or hurt if you go too far."
He said...his eyes seemed to take on a glint...something strange...but it quickly left his face, leaving her to wonder if it was there at all. His words sent a chill down her spine....but she only nodded.
"I understand..."
She said softly and he nodded and stood now...opening the door as he waited for her. She stood up and walked past him..and they moved down the hall and then up a set up stairs. As they ascended, the structure seemed to grow older and soon, they were standing before a set of old double doors...and he was unlocking it with a set of keys that dangled from a large metal ring.
Soon, he was escorting her inside. Within the room...there was large bed against the wall....and against another wall was a vanity table with three long mirrors. Past that, was a bay window...where it jutted out from the wall so that there was a seating there against a three sided window, looking out upon the second roof below. It was a large spacious room...and connected to it was a large bathroom with an old claw footed tub. On the last wall was a large floor to ceiling mirror that reflected the door to the bathroom and the vanity table. Aside from these things, there was a walk in closet and a large old dark wood dresser and nothing more.
She was almost taken aback by it but she quickly turned to him and he gazed upon her for a moment...as if trying to read her face...and then finally he spoke, plucking an identical set of keys from his pocket and held them out to her.
"These are the keys to every door in the building. I will give you the rest of today and tommorrow to move your things here...and then you will start the regular work schedule. I hope that you come to love this place...as I do....And with that being said...I welcome you to the Opera Populaire."
He said dramatically and then he left her there to her thoughts. Her mind was still reeling with all this new imformation...this whirlwind of events. She was left to the room alone...and something about the room sent a chill through her and she left the room quickly to go pack her things again and start the process of moving into her new home.

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That night...she stood next to the dresser in the quiet bedroom as she folded the last of her clothes from one of the boxes that she had taken in. She had moved all of her things...miraculously....although it was late into the night, about 2 am. At least she would have all of tommorrow to explore the theatre as she wished to before she had to start on her job.
She let out a soft sigh and tossed the empy box in the corner of the room and then made her way over to the last box that held some of her personal belongings along with several of her books. One of them was actually the play "Phantom of the Opera". She had always had a liking for it..but since the job offer, she couldn't help but buy the book itself. And now, she was placing it beside her other books on the top of the dresser.
She was about to cross over to the alarm clock to set the time right...when a sound stopped her in her tracks....as soft scratching noise. She paused...her hand mid motion in reaching for the clock. What was making that sound? She shook her head softly. Her imagination was working her over....that's all. For all she knew, it was a stray rat or something...which was more than likely the case.
But there it was again...louder this time and more distinct. She knew she heard it that time...and it was only about a yard or two away from her bedroom door. She frowned softly and slowly made her way towards the door...resolved that she would settle this and then put it out of her mind. Even still, her heart was pounding in her chest as she approached the double doors.
Slowly...she coiled her slender fingers around the knob. She paused there for a moment and then finally twisted it in her grip...and then opened the door...her eyes closed tightly...and when she opened them...a gaunt pale face stared at her from the darkness and she let out a scream and stumbled back...falling on her a** hard.
"Did I scare you, miss? I'm terribly sorry..."
She heard the frail thin voice coming from that floating pale face. She slowly stood up...terror rising in her...but she slowly realized that it was just the janitor....although what he was doing here this late, she didn't know. She closed her eyes and shook her head as she cautiously moved to the door once more.
"No...it's alright...I just...I wasn't aware that anyone else was here..."
She said softly...and the janitor leaned foward and cocked a thin grey brow.
"Neither did I..."
He grunted and then moved away from her back down the hall. She stared after him and then pulled back into the room. She took out the set of keys from her pocket and locked the door behind her...then moved across the room and tossed the last box to the corner before moving to the dresser. Her heart was still beating rapidly, but she was breathing regularly now. She slipped out a set of black shorts and a white wife beater and quickly changed and got ready for bed. Soon, she had the clock set right and she was tucked beneath the covers and had dimed the lamp beside her bed until it gave no more light...and soon, sleep over came her.

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She was back in those winding tunnels again...wandering those endless hallways and passages. Where was she? She didn't know. She wore the same soft material that she had the night before...and her hair hung down her back to her waist. This time, she held a lantern in her right hand...the soft glow of it cast upon her soft features as she continued down each hallway...her bare feet making a soft padding sound on the ground.
Forever she wandered....wandered and wandered....each looking just as the last. She was tired...worn...scared. She could barely keep her eyes open...but open they stayed, ever searching. Suddenly, she felt a strong hand take hold of her left wrist and whirl her around...
"Christine...."
And she let out a shrill scream....a malevolent masked face coming into view from the shadows.....

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And once more...she sat up in bed....drenched in sweat...her damp curls clinging to her skin about her face and neck. It was just a dream....just a dream...she kept telling herself. But suddenly...she got the distinct feeling of eyes upon her. Her breath caught in her throat and she sat stock still upon the bed...not a muscle moved. After several moments of silence, she slowly lifted her hand and then flicked the light on to flood the room with that dim glow.
Nothing. Nothing was there...just the mirror across from her and the dresser. Why was she so jumpy? Well...it was an old building...and granted the stories, anyone would be a little jump the first night sleeping alone in this place. But it was something else wasn't it? But she quickly pushed the thought aside and shook her head and curled back up into the comforter and fell back asleep.

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The next day, she was sitting in one of the front row seats in the theatre, watching the people that moved about the stage, working on this and that. She had watched them for some time and had wanted to get a feel of the place, of the schedule, of the events. She was wearing her hair up atop her head in a bun...a few tendrils of hair framing her face as she studied them, one leg cross over the other.
She could hear the random chatter over the early afternoon...but by now, it had died down some...the numbers of the workers dwindling as the afternoon grew later. It was close to five and soon the workers would be leaving to go home. She let out a soft sigh and suddenly heard a voice behind her, making her jump a little and turn her head to see Glenn sitting there in a chair behind her. How had be crept up on her like that? She must have been too distracted to hear him coming.
"I see that you're already settled in your rooms. How are you enjoying the theatre so far?"
He said as he leaned in to lean his body against the seat behind her so that his head hovered near the side of her own. She turned her head a little to look at him once more, a smile gracing her lips.
"I love it...although the janitor last night gave me quite a scare."
She said with a soft chuckle. His brows knitted for a moment and then he nodded.
"Gerald? Yes...he's a bit standoffish, but harmless. Although, I don't know why he would be around that late. I'll have to speak to him about that. I'm sorry if he frightened you."
She shook her head and gave him a weary grin.
"It's alright...I didn't mean to get him in trouble...I was just taken by surprise, since it was my first night here."
He nodded softly then shifted his gaze to the few members of the crew that chated on the stage as they got ready to leave. He shifted slightly and stood then, his eyes falling back down to her.
"Well...I must take my leave...I have some clients to meet with. I will see you early tommorrow to get your schedule in set, ok?"
She nodded and gave him one last smile before he strode off...her eyes watching him for a moment before she turned her gaze back to the stage, which was empty now. She let out a soft sigh uncrossed her legs. Her foot struck something...catching on it for a moment. She frowned and leaned over...eyeing the darkened floor...but she couldn't really see anything. She stood from the seat and turned around...lowering herself down towards the floor as she began to examine what her heel had stuck.
It was a grate...a sort of door of some kind, oddly enough. She could vaguely see down it...but barely. She could see a wall....it was a tunnel or something. Glenn had mentioned that there were old passages here...this must have been what he was talking about. She slipped her slender fingers around the slits of grate and pulled it up so that it made a soft creaking sound before it swung open easily for her. She leaned over...peering down into the darkness below...but she couldn't really see anything.
What was she doing? Was she actually thinking of going down there? She knew she was. She also knew that she shouldn't...but her curiousity got the best of her. She lingered for a moment more before making a decision. Before she would investigate it, she would change into more comfortable clothes and get a flashlight so she could see.
She pushed herself up and closed the grate....glancing around the empty theatre before quickly heading back up to her room. In about five minutes, she was in a pair of old fitted levi jeans and a simple red tank top. She was digging through her things until she found a spare flash light...and soon she was running down the stairs and heading back towards the front row of plush red velvet seats.
She crouched down once more....lining the grate up and pulling it all the way back until the top of it rested on the floor beside the tunnel. This time, it lifted without a trouble or sound. She paused for a moment...still unsure as to weither she should do this or not. What if she hurt herself and no one knew what happened like he said? But these places carry sound...they would know that she was missing and they would look for her. And the grate would be open and be noticed by someone eventually.
Eventually...but what if she died before then? She shook her head and forced herself to lean foward and peer down once more. How would she get down there? That was another task all together. She clicked the light on and shone it down the hole...moving it around....and finally, she caught a glimpse of a ladder there against the wall, leading down into the darkness below. She felt a twitch of fear with in her as she forced herself foward...slipping one foot unto the rung...and then the other.
Slowly, she began her descent...the flashlight held in her mouth as she clung to the ladder. It seemed forever she climbed down...the light from above growing dimmer and smaller. Suddenly...she felt nothing but air and she let out a little yelp as she almost punged down. Where did the last rung go? Where was the floor? Her heart pattered against her chest as she leaned her head against the rung above her...trying to clear her mind and think of what to do next.
She frowned softly and then made a decision. She pushed herself a little away from the ladder and coiled her fingers around the flashlight...then held it out over the darkened hole below. She hesitated...if the flashlight landed on a ground that wasn't too far below...it would be fine and she could simply jump down and grab the light. If not, she would lose the light...but she would climb back up and she could always buy a new one. She moved her hand further out....looking down into the darknes...and let go of the flashlight...
And it landed with a soft thump on the ground below. She let out a soft breath of relief and jumped down, her tennis shoes making a soft thud with the slight impact. She leaned down and grabbed the flash light...aiming the beam down the passage. At first glimpse...it was hard to make out...but she saw that it lead to both sides...one heading towards the stage...the other towards the front. She paused now....what would she do? She didn't want to go too far...but how far was too far?
She frowned softly and decided to at least go a little ways down the passage that lead towards the stage. Her feat made soft sounds on the floor as she made her way through the passage..and she had a distinct feeling that it was slanting downward a little. She couldn't see any sort of light now, except for her flash light as she continued on ward....

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An Eternity....but what was an Eternity to bare, if not with the one you desire....the one you love...the one you need? Eternity would then twist and turn into something more ugly...something more fierce and primative...a sort of hell. Eternity was what he had....but it was without her...remembering how he had lost her that fateful night...how he was damned to this isolation...this torment.
And now it seemed he had waited an Eternity for her....but she was only but a ghost now....still vivid...but too far away to grasp. And what was the music without the passion? With out the drive behind it? It was nothing...as bland and meaningless as those wretched imbisiles that had run his theatre....as hopeless as the people who sat in his theatre night after night...those very people who had deprived him of his love, of his Christine...of his angel...
Anger was forever burning and twisting with in him...hungry...yearning....growing....and yet there had not been visitors to his theatre for some time now, has there? No....no one to prance across the stage...no one to listen to his music...no bustle of actors and dancers above him. Not til now...anyway....
At first...he had thought it to be only a dream...and nothing more. But soon...it was evidant to him that the theatre breathed life once more...and with that, so did he. Almost as if waking from a long slumber, he had crossed to the center now of his cavern chambers....his head tilted...the soft flickering light of the candles all around him glinting off the white half mask that covered his face...leaving only that one good dark eye clearly visible.
That eye....it gleamed with a spark...of something...of a chance...anger and vengence...it burned within him. But wait....there was something else now...in the coming days...something he sensed. And as he had been wandering the old passages...he had made the decision then to pass by her room....her room....it had been so long since the last time he had saw that mirror...and had saw her through it.
And that night....as he had come to that passage...he had stopped....his eyes never leaving the form of the young woman who moved about the room, her room....Could this be possible? Could it be her? This woman...she looked....just like her...a complete likeness...and now he found that he could not look away as he drew closer...as if he were afraid that if he did...she might vanish as a ghost might...disappearing to leave his mind aching.
But she wasa real...and she was there...although she wore strange clothes....and she had her hair up in a style that was unnatural and unlike her. What was this torment? This teasing? But he knew that she was there...that if he were to open up the mirror...that he could reach out and touch her soft flesh. Immediately...his mind raced....
He had another chance....this was a sign...he had been granted another chance...another chance with her. And he would take it....he would have her...and nothing would stand in his way. But not quite yet....Though he did not want to leave her...he knew that he must...he had plans to make....
So that night, he had fled down to his chambers once more...He had paused at the maniquin, that life size doll...that had been shaped to her perfection....it still bore that wedding veil...and that wedding dress. He still had that wedding ring...had kept it...and even now, it lay against his chest underneath his dark shirt...held by a delicate chain.
He would began his reign, his power over the theatre. All night, he thought fervently...his mind whirling with his thoughts...with his excitement...And the next day, he had kept a close eye upon her...and when she found the grate...he was not far from her...with every step, he was near...watching her...it took everything in his power not to reach out and touch her, to take her then. But he knew he had to pace himself....lest he lose her again.
And now...he was near her...behind her...and hidden within the shadows. She paused for a moment....and he moved silently closer....his fingertips brushing a soft strand of a curl near her face....his face two inches away from her neck....and then he was quickly gone from sight....his dark eyes watching as she spun around....the fear in her eyes....her fast beating heart. He watched her carefully...until finally, he made another sound...then quickly moved infront of her...
He stayed in the shadows...watching as she whirled around once more...and then turned....letting her catch a brief glimpse of his masked face...before disappearing all together....and he was gone completely....

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