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BEcause of your black heart	By : squirrely Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 2329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 2

Christine shared my room with me that night. I sat in front of my mirror brushing my hair and she wrote in her diary. At the age of twenty one it seemed a bit childish to have a diary but she hadn’t spoken to me since that afternoon.

“What are you writing?” I asked. She turned around to me and smiled.

“Oh, nothing important.”

“Is it a diary?”

“No, not at all… well, kind of maybe, yes… to tell you the truth I’m not really sure myself.”

“I never had a diary.” I said. She smiled and turned back to her diary to continue to write.

“When did you and Raoul meet?” I asked, determined to keep her talking.

“We met when we were very young. When he came to Sweden with his parents he would always come and play with me.”

“Are you the one he called Little Lotte?” she smiled brightly and nodded.

“Yes.” I smiled back and then turned around to continue to brush my hair. I pulled it up with a ribbon and then got up. I went over to my bed and got in.

“I can’t believe I’m leaving tomorrow.” Christine sighed.

“Yes.”

“But it does make me nervous thinking about the whole Opera Ghost story.” I had immediately regretted saying that afterward. Why couldn’t I ever keep my big mouth shut? She stopped writing and slowly sat her pencil down.

“Oh Christine, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to….”

“No, it’s okay. Don’t give it another thought.” I swallowed hard and then turned away onto my side.

The next morning I awoke as early as possible. I kissed my mother and father good bye and gave Raoul another strong hug.

“I’ll come to see you as soon as I can, I swear on it.” he said. I smiled and kissed his cheek as a boarded the carriage. It then began to move away and took me all of the way to the train station. The train ride was long and tiring. I slept most of the way until they announced that we would be stopping soon. As soon as I stepped off of the train I heard a voice call out my name.

“Amelia?” I turned to see a girl standing over by the station. She was tall, blonde and very beautiful. She was wearing a light blue dress. I walked over to her and smiled.

“You must be Meg.” I said. She smiled and nodded.

“I could tell it was you the moment you stepped off of the train, you look just like Raoul, and I dare say you could be his sister rather than his cousin. I smiled. People had been telling Raoul and me that since we were young children.

“Yes, it’s a curse. People have always told us that we looked alike.”

“Oh. It’s uncanny.” She said. Then she held out her hands and took my bags. She handed them to a man next to us and he led us out to the carriage. We rode the carriage all of the way to the opera house. It was the most beautiful building I had ever seen, absolutely gorgeous. You could tell there were still some areas under repair but it didn’t even come close to taking away from its beauty. As we walked through the doors of the opera house I immediately felt at home, as if I belonged there.

“Follow me.” Meg said, as we made our way to the stage doors. The auditorium was absolutely amazing. The stage was the biggest I had ever seen and the ceiling was painted to look like the sky with clouds and angels. The seats we’re all red with gold trim and gold statues decorated throughout the entire room. On stage, there was a large group ballerinas practicing. There was an older woman there instructing them. She was wearing a long black dress and her hair was put up in a long braid.

“Mother!” Meg called to her. She turned around and smiled at her.

“Keep stretching girls.” She said, and then walked down the steps from the stage towards me and Meg.

“This is Amelia mother, Raoul’s cousin.”

“My goodness, I wasn’t expecting you this early. It’s very nice to meet you Amelia.” I nodded.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too Madame.”

“You look just like your cousin, the resemblance is remarkable.”

“I said the same thing mother, it’s really amazing.”

“Well Megan, why don’t you take Amelia up to you’re room, she’ll share your dormitory.”

“Yes mother.” Megan said. She motioned for me to follow her and we left the auditorium. Meg led me up the large spiral staircase to a long hallway. She unlocked one of the doors on the right wall and led me in.
“This is my room, you’ll be staying here.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’m going to go downstairs, we have dress rehearsal for tomorrows show in half an hour so I need to go and get ready. You can stay here and get settled in.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll see you later tonight then.” She waved at me and then walked out the door, closing it behind her. I sat on my bed and took in a deep breath. I was finally at the Opera Populair, yet it hadn’t fully sunk in yet. It was even better then I had ever dreamed it would be and I hadn’t even experienced anything yet. I started undoing the front of my dress and pulled it off. I undid my corset and dropped it to the floor then stood in front of the mirror. I stared at my legs, a number of large bruises on them from the week before when my horse Penelope had bucked me off. It wasn’t her fault entirely; I shouldn’t have kicked her as hard as I had.
The room suddenly felt very cold, so I walked over to my suitcase and pulled out a long black skirt and the black top that went with it. It felt so much better without the corset on, the wretched thing did nothing but cut off my air supply.
I left the room and went back downstairs to the auditorium where they were starting the dress rehearsal for the upcoming show. I went backstage to watch so that I wouldn’t be seen or distracting. Everything was so gracefully done and perfect, that might as well have been opening night. Meg was an amazing dancer, absolutely flawless in every one of her movements. Suddenly, I heard I movement behind me and turned around to see a man standing close behind me. He was young, but older then me, maybe around twenty five. He looked dirty and had long brown hair with a hat pulled over it. He looked like he needed a shave. He gave me a cocky smile.

“Well hello, hello, hello… I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before. You must be the new one, the vicompt’s cousin, right?”

“Y-Yes…” I said, feeling extremely uncomfortable. He took another step closer to me and there was no longer any space between us.

“Terrific to meet you miss, you must be no nervous though, new city and all.”
“No, I’m fine, thank you very much.”

“You sure about that miss?”

“Yes.” I said sharply.

“Well, if you need anything just let me know, okay love?” he said. “Anything…”

I felt his hand go down my back over my bottom and lower. I froze up immediately, not able to push him away. Then suddenly, I saw a hand strike his face from the side. Madame Giry took me by the arm and pulled me away. We walked back down the steps.

“Child, never go backstage alone.”

“I-I’m sorry, I…”

“Don’t apologize Amelia; just don’t let it happen again. The men that work here think with the hormones that run them, it’s amazing we ever get any work done here.” She smiled at me and then turned back to assist with the ballet.
I took in a deep breath. One hour here and I’d already managed to get sexually harassed, and it was my fault, I couldn’t blame anyone else. I was so humiliated.
I left the auditorium in a hurry, still embarrassed, not knowing who saw it happen. I decided to explore a little. I had nothing else to do; my lessons weren’t to start until the following week. I searched through out the dressing rooms, which were mostly very small. I went out into the main lobby to find two older men standing on the steps in deep conversation.

“When is the Vicompt’s cousin coming to stay here?”

“She was picked up this morning by Meg Giry. She’s supposed to be here already.”

I walked don the steps to them and they looked up at me with wide eyes.

“Bon jour monsieur.” I said and curtsied to them.

“Ah, you must be Amelia.”

“Yes.”

“Well, my dear, it’s a pleasure to have you here with us. Raoul has said you are quite the talent.”

I smiled at that. Raoul was always flattering me, even when I wasn’t around to here it.

“I don’t know about that, Raoul’s sweeter then he is judgmental.”

The two of them laughed, as if they knew exactly what I was talking about.

“Have you settled into your dormitory yet?”

“Yes, I have, thank you.”

“Good, we’re lucky you know, that’s was one of the only areas that didn’t catch fire in the disaster last year.”

“Really?”

“Andre, let’s not discuss this. I’m sorry my dear, he seems to forget that the last thing we want to discuss is the phantom.”

“The phantom?”

“Or the opera ghost, what ever one is used to.”

“What ever happened to him?”

“Oh, he was never found, most suspect that he died in the fire. This is why no one will go below to where his lair once was.”

“Why?”

“There’s another one of those silly rumors going around that it’s haunted. People just can’t seem to let go of the fairy tale.”

“But it wasn’t a fairy tale, he really did exist.”

“Sadly, yes. But he’s gone now and that’s the important thing.”

“Well Madame, we really must be going now.”

“Well, it was a pleasure to meet you both.” I said with a smile. They lifted their hats to me and then walked down the stairs and out of the door.
I sighed and then went back into the auditorium, curious to see if the dress rehearsal was finished yet. They were still rehearsing the gala portion of it. Carlotta Giudicelli was front and center on the stage singing ‘Il Muto.’ Not her part, but the introduction as a warm up. She had an enormously strong voice and was very talented, but over sang her notes and pretty much everything else.

“They say that this youth has set my ladies heart aflame,
His lordship sure will die of shock,
His lordship is a laughing stock,
If he suspect her, god protect her,
Shame, shame, shame!
This faithless lady’s bound for Hades…
Shame, shame, shame!”

Il Muto was always my favorite opera. The music was lively and the plot was fun and comedic. Last year when they attempted to perform this show was said to be what led up to the tragedy. Carlotta lost her voice in the middle of it and was replaced by Christine, and a man named Joseph Bouquet was hung from above the stage in the middle of the ballet performance.
Thinking about that, I put a hand on my throat out of instinct. Apparently, his death wasn’t much of a loss but it still was enough of an excuse to call the police to the next opera performance.
As I watched Carlotta and the rest of the cast leave the stage I heard a noise from above. I looked up above towards the ceiling and saw a dark figure standing in box five. They were staring down at me but I wasn’t able to make out who they were, whether it was a man or a woman, but whoever it was was tall and had extremely broad shoulders, far to large to be a woman. I squinted my eyes, trying to see better but the turned around quickly and walked out the back.
As I watched the box I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Meg standing behind me.

“What are you looking at?” she asked. I shook my head.

“I’m not sure,” I said. “Did you see anyone up there?”

“Up where?”

“In box five.”

A look of worry came over Meg’s face and she looked up at the box. She swallowed hard.

“I’m sure it was just one of the workers doing some repairs. That box did catch fire last year during the chandelier crash.”

I stared at her suspiciously. She looked as if she knew something she wasn’t telling me, like she was hiding something. I sighed and ignored it.

“Are you coming to supper with me and mother?”

“Yes, thank you.”

We walked out of the auditorium and down the stairs to the banquet hall. There was a large table with many people seated around it. There were many food scattered through out it. Meg and I took our seats next to Madame Giry. Monsieur Firmin stood up with his Champaign glass and tapped the side of it with a fork.

“Attention all,” he said. “Please may I have your attention?”

Everyone immediately stopped their conversations and turned their attention to Firmin.

“Thank you. I would just like to congratulate all of you on our great triumph of the reconstruction of the Opera house.”

Everyone started clapping in agreement; Meg looked at me with a large smile.

“I would also like to make a toast to our wonderful cast that stayed with us even after last year’s disaster and wish you all the best of luck in tomorrow nights performance.”

Everyone raised their glasses and made a toast. I took a sip of the Champaign and crinkled my nose. It was a drink that represented elegance, poise and respect but it had a fowl and unwelcoming taste. I swallowed what I had sampled and immediately sat the glass back down. I felt Meg nudge me with her elbow.

“If you keep you’re tongue further down against your teeth it makes it harder to taste It.” she whispered with a smile. I smiled back and laughed. I took another drink with Meg’s instructions and found that she was right. The drink’s vile taste became much more tolerable with the tip of my tongue hidden against the back of my teeth.
After I finished my dinner I excused my self from the meal. I went back to the auditorium and onto the stage. The view from the stage was incredible but intimidating. Just knowing that I was to be performing on it within one week was overwhelming. I found that I couldn’t help myself and slowly started to dance. I slowly spun around with my arms out to the side. Step by step I guided myself across the stage and then back again. I began to spin slowly and then fast. Faster and faster I went until I felt like I would float into the air.
I stopped when I heard footsteps behind me. I looked behind me towards the backstage. There was no one there.

“H-Hello?” I said. I slowly and hesitantly walked closer to the backstage area. I walked behind the curtain and felt someone grab my arm. They pulled me aside and pinned me to the wall. I realized that it was the same man from earlier that day.

“Nice to see you again love.” He said. I struggled to free myself from his grasp and was unsuccessful.

“Let me go!” I yelled. He slapped me across the face and I fell to the floor. He crawled on top of me and wrapped one hand around my throat. I clawed at his hand trying to release it but he just tightened his grip. I felt his hand run up my leg under my skirt when I realized that I couldn’t breathe at all. Darkness began to close in around me when I suddenly saw him fly off of me and crash against the wall. I reached for my neck and then gasped for breath. I heard him yell and then gag. As I heard his legs kicking against the wall, the darkness became all I could see and I fainted.
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