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Paris' Song	By : Hilary Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 7620 -:- 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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A/N: None of these characters belong to me save for Paris. The rest all belong to Gaston Leroux.

Paris stood off to the side of the stage hidden in the shadows as she waited for everyone to leave. She was going to get some extra practice in and she wanted the stage to her self. When the auditorium was empty Paris put on her toe shoes and tentatively stepped out on to the stage. She struck the opening pose and waited for the music to start playing in her mind. As soon as she heard the music she began to move. Her movements were very smooth and graceful, very catlike.

Unbeknownst to Paris Erik was up in Box Five watching her. It was a few days after he had spoken to her from behind Christine's dressing room mirror and when he had woken up the next morning and gone over the scores he had composed for Paris he had, much to his surprise and consternation, discovered that the scores were still perfect but he couldn't bring himself to throw them away. So now he watched her dancing on the stage and admired her movements. Christine had never been that graceful but then again Christine's talents lay in her singing more than her dancing.

When Paris finished her dance she sat down at the edge of the stage with her feet dangling into the orchestra pit. Erik made his way down to the stage and silently made his way up to her from behind. He was about six feet from her when she turned around and just looked at him. He froze.

"How did you know I was here?" He questioned her out loud even though he knew she couldn't hear him. However, she seemed to know what he was asking for she gave a small smile and stood up.
Motioning for him to put his hand down on the stage floor she waited for him to do so. Then she stomped on the stage making it vibrate and motioned with her hand that she felt the vibrations when he was walking on the stage. Erik straightened up and nodded indicated that he understood.

"Funny," he muttered, "I didn't realize I walked with so much vibration in my steps. I guess your other senses are more honed now since you can't speak or hear."

Paris just stared at Erik with her hands clasped behind her back as he spoke. After a few minutes Erik looked at her frowning in thought. Paris waited for him to speak again. When he did he made gestures to help get his points across.

"You don't even know who I am and yet you don't seem to be afraid."

Paris grinned and shook her head. She began to make motions to indicate that she did know who he was. First she made flying motions with her arms to indicate wings then put her hands above her head and made a halo. Then she pantomimed singing. Next she put her hand over half her face to indicate a mask and then she raised her arms above her head and ran about the stage acting like a ghost.

When she finished she looked at Erik with a smile. He just stared at her in shock. She did know who he was; she knew he was the Angel of Music and the Phantom. He had a feeling she could have guessed that he was the Phantom but he didn't know how she knew he was Christine's Angel. He could only guess that Christine must have told Paris who he was.

When he managed to get a hold of himself Erik shook his head with a soft disbelieving laugh. "Well, you do know who I am but I don't think you know my name. Do you want to know my name?" Erik had pulled out a note pad and had written his question down for her to read. He knew she could read and write because she had done so while with Christine. According to her she had not always been deaf and mute but a sickness had caused her to be.

Paris nodded even though she already knew his name. Erik gave a skeptical look at her for a moment before he wrote in his rather graceful handwriting on the pad "Erik."
Paris looked at the pad for a moment and mouthed the name silently before lifting her grey blue eyes to his. She smiled and held out her hand which Erik slowly took and shook it. Paris gave a big grin and silently laughed. Erik found himself wishing he could hear her actually laugh.

Pulling out his pocket watch Erik glanced at the time. "It's late, you should be home," he said softly as he showed Paris the time. Paris' smile faded slightly and she nodded reluctantly. Erik, however, felt guilty about just letting her return home unescorted. "Umm, would you like me to escort you home? It's too dangerous out on the streets at this time of night for you."

Paris watched Erik try to pantomime what it was he was saying and after he finally just wrote down what it was he was asking she smiled and nodded vigorously. She motioned for Erik to wait where he was while she went to get changed. Erik stepped back into the shadows to wait for Paris to return. While he waited he thought about what he was doing and wondered if he was doing the smart thing. However, before he could convince himself that he should not escort Paris home she returned. She came onto the stage and looked around for him. Her smile faded rapidly and was replaced by a frown. Erik watched confused, curious and slightly amused as Paris began to get angry. However, she seemed to be angry at herself and before the tears that Erik saw in Paris' eyes fell, he stepped out from the shadows making sure to stomp so that she would feel his footsteps.

Paris spun around and when she saw Erik her smile suddenly reappeared and she threw herself at him. Erik caught her, surprised by her actions. No one had ever willingly wanted to be touched by him and now she was actually welcoming and initiating the holding. When she finally stepped out of Erik's arms she looked up at him and wiped the tears off of her cheeks. Erik frowned at that.

"Why the tears, little one?" he asked softly as he wiped a stray tear with his finger. Paris just looked at him before to his surprise and horror she reached forward and began rummaging through his jacket. She pulled out the pad and began to write upon it.

"You were gone. I thought you had left and had decided not to walk me home. I thought I had scared you off."

Erik looked at her response before laughing softly. "I never go back on my word unless I absolutely have to. Walking you home is not a bother."

Paris read his answer and blushed. She then accepted the arm Erik offered and he led her out of the Opera House. Following her directions, Erik walked Paris to her flat and made sure she was safely inside her room before he pulled out his pad again. "You know who I am and yet you do not appear to be afraid of me. Would you like to join me and Christine when I give her her lessons? I think having a familiar face with her would help her to get over her fear of coming down to my home with me."

Paris read the note and felt her heart sink slightly. He only wanted her to come down with him to keep Christine company not because he wanted her for her company. However, she schooled her features and smiled up at him and nodded. Erik smiled then left as silently as a shadow to return to the Opera House and contemplate his and her actions.

The next day after rehearsals Paris followed Christine to her dressing room and waited. Christine looked at Paris with fear obvious in her eyes. Grabbing a piece of paper Christine began to write down that Paris had to leave. However, before Christine had finished her note she heard his voice.

"What are you doing Christine? Mademoiselle Aldress has agreed to join us in your daily lessons from now on. We had a little run in yesterday and she apparently has figured out who exactly I am and is not afraid. I have asked her to join us to keep you company."

"But Ang-er...Erik, she hasn't seen your face! You know that as soon as she does she will react the same way I did! No, I will not allow you to endanger her in any way and that includes bringing her into this farce of a music lesson!" Christine cried out.

"Paris can make her own decisions, Christine. She is not a child any more. She had opportunity enough to remove my mask yesterday but she did not. I'd like to think she has more resistance than you are giving her credit for. Besides, she knew about your music lessons since she had been joining you every day when I first came to you. She knows all about it so she is already involved. Now come, we are wasting time."

Paris watched as the mirror swung back and revealed a dark passageway. Erik stood in the entry and held out a hand for Christine and Paris before closing the mirror. He led the two women down dark and twisting passageways until they reached the lake. Christine and Paris were helped into the boat that rested on the shore and then Erik stepped in and began to pole them across the lake.

They reached the opposite shore in a matter of minutes and Erik helped the women out of the boat. Then he turned towards the stone wall and pressed a hidden switch. A section of the wall opened and a flight of stone steps appeared in the opening. Erik led the women up the steps and Paris saw that at the end there was a large wooden door which Erik opened with a key. Stepping into the room Paris gasped silently. The door opened up into a beautiful living room/parlor. A large fireplace was situated at the far end of the room with a beautiful Persian rug on the floor in front of it. A large black throne like chair sat on one side of the fireplace with a large curving leather couch on the other side. A side table stood by the chair and one stood by the couch. Two huge book shelves filled with books stood against the wall on either side of the fireplace. Paris saw that off to the left there was a door way and a hallway. She could see that there were a couple of doors down the hallway so she assumed that there were bedrooms down that hall. The other door was closed so she could only guess what was behind it. Off to the right there was another hallway and another door. This door was open and Paris could see a beautiful pipe organ and the edge of a beautiful ebony grand piano.

"Christine, if you would show Paris to the music room I will be with you both shortly," Erik said.

Christine just nodded and led Paris into the room immediately off to the right while Erik turned and went down the hallway immediately off to the left.

Paris admired the music room while she and Christine waited for Erik to return. She saw that there were bookshelves filled with musical scores that she could only assume were written by both Erik and other famous composers. Picking up one of the compositions she looked to see who had composed it. The only indication was a hastily scrawled ‘E.B.D.' in the upper left hand corner. Looking at the composition she didn't recognize the score so she could only guess that Erik had composed the piece. Casting a quick glance over at Christine she smiled when she saw that Christine was paying more attention to the door than to Paris. Setting the composition onto the music stand of the piano, Paris sat down and looked over the piece quickly before placing her hands upon the keys and with a loud D minor chord she began to play. Christine turned slowly towards Paris, her blue eyes wide in shock as she watched Paris play. Paris' fingers flew over the piano keys as if she could actually hear the notes she was playing. Erik came running into the room a few seconds later. He had taken off his cloak, hat, gloves and dress coat and his hair was coming loose from the ribbon he usually held it back with. His eyes sought Paris immediately. His jaw dropped when he saw Paris playing one of his more difficult compositions as if it was nothing but a scale. He recognized the piece as being one of the ones he had composed when he had been thinking of her. He had entitled the piece "Senses of the Night" and was actually been quite proud of the piece. He waited until Paris had finished the piece before he made his presence known.

"It seems Paris has some musical talent in her." Christine jumped at the sound of his voice and spun to face him. Paris waited a moment before turning around with a smile. It widened when she spotted Erik. Standing up she moved over to the small sofa that rested against one of the walls and settled down to watch Christine and Erik work.

Leaning her head back Paris closed her eyes and let the music and the two voices flow over her. It wasn't long before she drifted off to sleep with Erik's deep voice floating in her head.

"You're doing better Christine but you still need to concentrate on the music. Put your soul into it. I've heard you do it before so I know you can. But I think that that is enough practice for tonight. You need to rest," Erik said, his voice stern but not harsh as he closed the lid of the piano. Turning he looked at Christine but saw that she was looking at something behind them. Glancing over he saw that she was looking at Paris asleep on the couch. A soft smile touched his lips as he gazed at her.

"She looks so little when she sleeps. I almost forget she's an adult," Christine said softly.

"Mmm, I think it's because she's deaf and mute as well as little in stature. All those combined lend a sense of innocence to her. She can't communicate to us the way we do to each other so she's forced to find some other way and her way is that of a child. She has to use her hands to gesture to what she wants."

"That has to be so hard. She has to make sure whomever she is communicating with is looking at her in order for her to get her point across and even then the message may be unclear."

Erik nodded and stood up. Walking over to the sleeping girl he gently scooped her up into his arms. She snuggled closer to him and a small smile graced her lips as she unconsciously wrapped an arm around his neck. Erik exited the music room and made his way towards the hallway at the far right hand side of the living room. Christine followed close behind.

"Could you open the door, please?" Erik asked softly. Christine opened the door that Erik had pause in front of then stepped back. Erik entered the room and headed for the bed. Christine was surprised that there was another bedroom in Erik's house besides her own and his. This one was done in shades of light blue and black. Erik laid Paris on the bed then turned towards the large wardrobe and opened it. He pulled out a long flannel nightgown and turned towards Christine. "If you would be so kind as to put this on Paris I'm sure she would be much more comfortable."

Christine took the nightgown and nodded. Erik bowed and left the room. Christine then turned to the task at hand with a sigh.

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A/N: Sorry about the late update. I was on vacation and didn't have access to my story. It's actually finished and just needs the chapters to be uploaded but I am open to further suggestions anyone might have. After all, as I learned in my creative writing class a story is never finished even if it says 'The End' on the last page. Any story can be changed.
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