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Post by Erik Lenoir on Oct 9, 2012 0:21:54 GMT -5
Erik sipped his tea and frowned. He contemplated the young lady. She was indeed a puzzle. Why did she care so much about how he dressed? It made no sense. He was simply dressing like himself.
"Young woman, I am at a loss to give you an answer as to why I wear the clothes of, as you say, the Phantom of the Opera. I have always dressed this way. And yes, I did act as if were a spectre at the Opéra Populaire. It was my way of getting things done, of running the opera house. For you see, the managers were indeed incompetent. The miscast roles, hired people who had practically no musical ability and overlooked the one soprano with the perfect voice. I helped her to hone her voice to even more perfection and then she did sing on stage. I was so proud of her." Erik didn't want to go into the kidnapping part so he said nothing about that. And about the fact that he made her wear a bridal gown...that sounded a bit odd....unless you were there.
"I built my home five stories under the opera house, on the shores of an underground lake. It's filled with caves and it's beautiful. It suits me." He looked at her with a sincere look. "The mask...everyone always wonders about the mask. I should tell you, I have a deformation of my face that I was born with. The mask covers it up. There are very few who have seen beneath the mask... and believe me, those who have seen have been very sorry after seeing my face."
"So I expect to answer your persistent question, that which seems to be gnawing at you, I simply dress like this because I like to...the mask is a necessity and with the dark hat and cape I can move about easier in the dark in my guise as the opera ghost. There are many secret passageways at the opera house, and I oft used them to move quietly from one place to the next."
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Post by anastasia on Oct 9, 2012 0:47:31 GMT -5
Sitting there unmoved at the Dining Table as her fingers moved to the glass of wine but stopped short of it. Gazing at him while listening to every word he spoke. Little by little, that look upon her face became priceless. Awkward and almost pinched, raised brows and parted lips. From time to time that look in would switch to a deer-in-the-headlight look. He didn't have to explain into further detail for it looked like she already knew. Now she was getting her answer. Or was she? It was impossible to know if he was lying outright to her and playing her a fool or literally telling her the truth. He sounded so sincere but really, there was no such man as the Phantom of the Opera! He was only a fictional character from a story.
Took her a while as she stared at him for perhaps a couple minutes. Then she smirked, glanced away and looked amused. In a split moment, she applauded him with a smile. Legs still crossed as she sat there on the chair. "Bravo! Rather... well done. I've not heard a good monologue like that in a while. You really should audition for the Broadway Musical." A little huff, "That is, IF you can sing."
Amused and it greatly showed upon her face. Those fine fingers moved to the wine glass to pick it up with tender grace and bring it to her lips, savoring the sweet punch of the white bubbly. "Alright, fair enough. You explained I suppose." Though snickered and shook her head, she was amused and really thinking him crazy. "My name is Anastasia Grace Goodwin-Hart. Please, call me Ana... if you like," and with a graceful motion, set the wine glass down and offered a hand for him to shake. Now... she was curious to know his name.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Oct 9, 2012 1:21:57 GMT -5
"Ana. Considerably better than calling you young woman." He smiled. "Anastasia. A beautiful name. Means Resurrection. Comes from the Greek." He said the words as though reading them from a book and almost to himself. "My name is Erik. Erik Lenoir. I am not so sure I am pleased to meet you, so I shall leave that part alone." He said the last with the hint of a smile. "You may call me Erik if you wish or Monsieur Lenoir if you don't care to call me by my first name."
She gave him a very strange look as he told his story. She acted as if she didn't believe him. She looked puzzled and skeptical and a few other emotions that went fleeting by quite quickly. She didn't believe Erik, the Phantom? How could she not believe him? Could it be that the only thing left for him to prove himself would be to remove his mask? He amost shivered at the thought. She couldn't possibly be woth taking off the mask. She was annoying and if she never believed him it would be nothing to him. Or would it?
Then she spoke up. She smiled and looked amused. It seemed she still didn't believe him. What the hell was wrong with her? Was she skeptical ove anyting anyone said to her? He wondered why Billie didn't sack the little snip. How could he stand her working for him and telling him what to do? Thankfully he wasn't in Billie's shoes.
"And pray tell, what is a Broadway musical? I don't know what that means. And how dare you intimate that I can't sing! How dare you!" Erik became so upset that he slammed his fist on the table and some of his tea flew out of the cup and onto the table. He glared at her, then drank the rest of his tea and took the cup and saucer out to the kitchen. He set it down on the sink a bit more roughly than he would normally. Then he came out to Ana again.
"You don't believe a word I've said, do you? You think Im some actor like everyone else does. Or worse yet, that I'm demented and making up the whole story. Well, damnit, I am not making it up! He crossed his arms and glared at her.
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Post by anastasia on Oct 9, 2012 11:28:07 GMT -5
Being called a woman was far better than being called 'girl, chick or baby' which she no longer was! What struck her next was his rambling explanation of her name. She was well aware of the meaning and origins of her name. It wasn't unwelcome, it simply stunned her that he knew this. Gazing at him with a slight surprised deer-in-the-headlight look. Finally he gave her his name! Still that stunned look remained upon her face. He dressed as the Phantom and was named Erik. How original. But there was no mention of a name in the musical! How odd, she thought. After a moment she smirked. "Erik. Interesting but good name. Means 'Eternal Ruler'," doing the same of name definition while sitting in the chair, unmoved and legs still crossed, her slender fingers now caressed and fondled the wine glass as she watched him intensely. The smirk faded upon mention of possibly not pleased to meet her. By all means, that would have warranted a scowl and temper from her. But it never reached that far... yet. "Alright," she replied with a slightly wry but content tone in her lovely voice. But never hinted as to which name she'd use - Mister Lenoir... or Erik.
Cocking a brow as she tilted her head down, slightly parting her lips just barely, looking at him with a look as though silently conveying 'really? you have to be kidding me? right?' His lack of knowledge about Broadway more than shocked her, it outright bewildered her. Before she could even explain Broadway - which she's never been there before - he threw a fit! Well, in her eyes he threw one. Jumping slightly in her seat and gripping the wine glass as the table shook when his fist connected with the massive piece of furniture. Blinking for a split second after that and remained frozen. Well, she obvious hit a very raw nerve! Staring back at him as he glared at her. It felt like a battle of wills for a moment until he left the room. Hearing the noise from where she sat emanating from the other room, cocking a brow again then shaking her head as her fingers wrapped around the glass and brought it to her lips to take a good long drink! Yup, alcohol. Great choice! At this time... she needed it!
Shifting her eyes from in front of her to Lenoir as he returned to the Dining Room, but she remained silent and restrained a smirk as she pulled the wine glass away from her lips and set it back down. Glancing at the glass as it came to rest upon the tabletop. A now empty glass. Damn! She wished she had more. Why did he not just bring out the whole freakin' bottle?!? At this rate with their ill pleasantries and strained conversation, she'll need it!
Snickering as she watched him, "No offense-" but most likely she was offending him, "but yes, I do think that. The Phantom is nothing more than a fictional character in a book written a hundred years ago." Recalling how disappointed she was in her youth when she learned that 'poor, unhappy Erik' never really existed at all! Even though the author of the novel made such a convincing case that Erik did exist. Her poor teenage heart and soul sank into oblivion and she finally set aside that story - as well as others - to move on with life which beat her down to nearly a pulp, leaving her with nearly no hope in her life and it's cruel reality. All because those stories she clung to were nothing more than pure fantasy!
Her eyes refocused to see her empty wine glass then shifted to look up at him. Was he pouting? A grown man pouting?!? And once again, throwing a fit? Cocking a brow as she gazed at him with disbelief. This guy really did think he was Andrew Lloyd Webber's Phantom?!? "Prove it." Those words slipped from her lips and surprised even her! How the hell was he to prove to her that he was who he said he was?!? Practically everyone knew the story, especially the die-hard fans who obsessed to know every aspect of the music, or even the story!
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Oct 9, 2012 19:21:22 GMT -5
Erik was irritated to no end with this woman. She was practically calling him a liar! She didn't believe that he was the Phantom of the Opéra Populaire and she didn't believe he could sing! He stood there for a moment, his arms crossed in front of him, glaring at her as she finished her glass of wine.
What was he to do to convince her that he was the Phantom? Was it really necessary that he convince her? Yes, it was! Erik didn't like to be thought a liar, even though he had lied about things in the past, but never about his persona as the Phantom. Granted, he wasn't a ghost, but that beside, he had haunted the Opera House... All these thoughts ran through his head in wild succession. He was angry and thre was only one way to convince her he was whom he said he was. And that was to take off the mask. He glanced at the far end of the room, at the two huge wooden doors by which they had entered. It was the only entrance, save the kitchen, but one could only reach the kitchen through this dining room. Although he wondered, there could be, ,and probably were, secret passages everywhere in this place, as there were in many old mansions. He had found one of them already. He knew there must be a way for the servants to have entered the kitchen to prepare meals without disturbing the family. Likely secret passageways. But he doubted that anyone here knew about them.
Erik went over to one of the cupboards which held silverware. He pulled open the drawers and finally found what he was looking for. A length of wire. He went to the large doors and bound the door knobs together. If he was going to reveal his face to this woman to prove his point, no one else would be allowed to see!
He came back to the table, walking a bit like a stalking cat. He had a hard look in his eyes. He sneered a bit as he sat down at the table next to Ana. "I am not about to attack you if you have such thoughts. It would indeed be the last thing on my mind, although I see that you are trying to make it the first thing on any man's mind by the manner of dress that you wear. However, putting that aside, I wish to show you that I am exactly whom I purport to be." At that, Erik carefully removed his mask, his hairpiece and glanced at her for a moment. Then he removed his nose.
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Post by anastasia on Oct 9, 2012 21:45:49 GMT -5
Her eyes did not move away from him for one split second! But she was rather mildly amused that a grown man was quite cross and pouting. But how could this guy prove to her that he was who he believed he was? Oh, what the hell was she doing?!? Falling for some stupid ploy that he was a fictional character. Ha! She was an idiot to even attempt to believe it for one iota! Lord, still how could he prove it? She wanted to expose this fraud. The story of the Phantom anyone could obtain and know or even create a very good past. A costume could be easily made. The make-up could easily be created and- The make-up! That would be the way to prove him a fraud! The prosthetics - even the eye contacts - would have to be applied to a face. There was no way a Doctor was that crazy enough to make a person look like a Phantom. In order to look that exact... one would have wear prosthetics and costume contacts! She could barely restrain the smirk. "Show me your face," she demanded softly. The amusement and eagerness to expose this guy as a fraud began to melt away slowly as she watched him get some wire. Her eyes widened a bit and she stiffened. Lord! Oh, Lord! He was going to kill her! Strangle her! Decapitate her with the wire! Stiff like a body in rigor mortis and her fingers almost clawed at the table while her breathing picked up. Oh, yes! Now he was starting to scare her! But instead of her, he went to the door to tie it- Oh, lord! No way to get out! Except- She glanced about the room rapidly to see a large window. If need be, that would be her escape. No doubt will be painful but hopefully she could get away in time from this nutcase! Returning her sights back to him and seeing him stalking towards her. Her eyes noticed that the doors were bound with the wires. Her breathing definitely picked up and she was nearly breathless. Frightened for sure. Wishing so desperately now that she had brought her dressage whip! Uncrossing her legs and sitting up in her chair, gripping the table edge now then quickly grabbed the empty wine glass, her fingers tightly wrapped around the stemware. That look! Oh, Lord! The look in his eyes!! Her nostrils flared as she breathed heavily and eyes wide with caution, ready to defend herself when he attacked her.
Blinking a couple times and slightly stunned that he sat down. Well, what was he waiting for? Torment her more? Play with her like a cat would with a mouse? Or a lion with a little gazelle? Opening her mouth as her breathing was highly irregular and very breathy, showing how much he spooked her.
Not going to attack her? Pursing her lips while heavily breathing through her nose as her eyes remained wide and constant upon him. Tense and ready to respond to whatever he would do to her. Not going to attack her? Last thing on his mind? Then she narrowed her eyes at him then blinked a few time in absolute shock and irritation that she was silently displaying herself to be attacked! Really? He thought that?!? He really believed she was that loose? Pursing her lips once again even harder and almost pressing them together, her face nearly turned red as she was more than irritated but infuriated! She was wearing riding attire! Oh, she wanted to give him a piece of her mind on these clothes!
Before she could fire back at him with all due fury of a woman, he shocked her. He removed the mask! All fury and desire to pummel him melted away into absolute shock. She blinked a couple times at the sight of his face. He looked spot on from the images she'd seen. Far better than a person's professional like prosthetic worn at some convention. Almost impressed with the workmanship of the prosthetic to make it so realistic. Before she could even attempt to examine his face, he removed his nose! THAT drew a reaction from her! Her eyes went wide and she sharply inhaled air rather irregularly as though she were trying hard to gasp for air! Leaning back in her chair and almost wanted to look away but she couldn't! She was glue to his appearance! His missing nose was the topper on the horror cake! NO ONE would just be missing a nose for the hell of it or for fun's sake! Not even for glory's sake! What the hell did he do to warrant having no nose?!? Piss off the Taliban?! It was known in areas of the world, that people would lose certain parts of their body for just the most minor if not absurd things! The missing nose threw her off. Then her eyes moved over his face again to see the exposed skull which made her even a bit more squeamish. The exposed muscles barely covered by the 'unhealed laceration' type scars. Slowly she rose a hand to his face and drew her finger across his skin, even her fingernail, in hopes to find the blended edges. Any good make-up artist or costumer would and could blend edges to a prosthetic making it look real. But the more her fingertips stroked across his skin and feeling the heat and chill of that his face, it was no prosthetic!!!
Feeling like she was almost going to be sick but that faded as she was struck hard with utter and complete bewilderment! Her breathing became even more erratic and quite breathy through her slightly parted lips and nose. Blinking several times sporadically and finally pulled away in complete confusion. Jumping up from where she sat, so quickly, so violently, that the chair tipped over as she shot away from it to the wall. Placing her hands upon it a moment as she panted. Breathless as she pried herself away from the wall and began to pace like a caged tiger then moved down towards the other end of the table. Looking as though she were silently trying to convince herself that this was just one massive fraud, it really was not happening, he was just trying to play her for a fool and freak her out. Trying every excuse in the book to not believe what she'd just seen! Swiftly her hands shot up and began to rub her face before running through her lengthy hair. Keeping one hand in her hair to the back of her head while the other moved to her hip. Finally she turned around to look at him with that wild mixture of emotions. Completely stunned, completely speechless, completely disappointed, completely frustrated, completely impressed! That lovely face pinched as she moved slowly and stopped a few chairs away from him, facing him. Her hand still on her hip while the other at the back of her head. Shaking her head slightly and almost closing her eyes. Mouth open like she wanted to say something but the words just would not come! She was utterly speechless. He got her good!
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Oct 9, 2012 22:22:42 GMT -5
After Erik removed his mask, hairpiece and nose, he sat watching Ana, no emotion on his face.He felt a bit of the glow of success. He was sure she would believe him now. He had hated to do this, but it was the only way he could convince her that he was really Erik the Phantom of the Opera. She was so hard to convince. He sat watching her as she went through one emotin after another. First fright, before he had removed the mask, then shock and horror when he took it off. He knew that undoubtedly a good makeup artist could do something like this, for he knew there were actors who used various types of makeup and he knew about prosthetics from the opera. In fact, it was he himself who had fashioned his prosthetic nose. But the fact that he had never had a nose...that would undoubtedly come as a shock to anyone. He could see that it shocked Ana quite a lot.
Erik hoped that Ana was satisfied now. He could not think of any other way to show her that he was telling the truth. Now he had humiliated himself in front of her. After the first glow of success wore off, humiliation set in. Perhaps it hadn't been worth it. He had even stayed still as she ran her fingers over his deformation, obviously looking for an edge on what she surely still thought was a prosthetic. Her fingernail hurt on his sensitive tissue, but he didn't flinch, only blinked his eyes a bit.
"So," he said quietly, all the fire and anger gone from his countenance. "Do you believe me now?" He felt ugly and naked. He looked at her, trying to decide what emotion she had finally settled on. When his mask was removed, he never knew what to expect from anyone who beheld his face. Christine had been shocked, as most of them were. He had screamed and cursed at her because she had torn the mask off without warning. This was different. He had done it himself, and to prove a point. Now that the deed was done, he wondered if it was worth it.
"Are you finished looking at the horror I call my face?" He said it quietly but with a touch of sarcasm. Generally he would never unmask for anyone. He was a fool to have done it now. He should have stalked out of the room and gone home. He had been so angry with her. Now it was defused and he was left only with bitterness.
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Post by anastasia on Oct 9, 2012 22:51:11 GMT -5
Standing there in complete disbelief as she stared at him. Her hand slowly dropped to drape carelessly over the back of a chair balanced barely at the middle of the forearm. The other hand still propped upon her hip. All she could do was stare at him, slightly gaping mouth, speechless and beyond stunned!
Until he spoke. Suddenly it seemed as though she broke. Her hands shot to her mouth and tears welled in her eyes. It was like a horrible torment to her poor soul. Fighting tears as a flurry of emotions continued to rage. Rage. That was one emotion that suddenly flashed most often in her wild brown eyes. But rage at what? Why? "You're not suppose to exist!!" she finally said, her voice cracking with that same variety of emotions, almost biting through her teeth, forcing her words out for him to hear. "How is it possible?!?" Suddenly taking in air as she twisted around and marched quickly away from him. Marching and pacing, trying to convince herself this was just some strange dream. That she had fallen off her horse. There was no possible way that the Phantom of the Opera could exist! Especially here and now! She couldn't really seem to handle it any more. This was too much of a bombardment. And no, she was not dreaming! She did not have an accident! This really was happening!
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Oct 10, 2012 19:13:10 GMT -5
Erik continued to look at Ana. She looked stunned and she said nary a word. When he spoke, it seemed to wake her from her stunned silence. Then she looked angry. Was she angry at him for being ugly? It was hardly his fault. He expected people to be frightened or perhaps laugh in derision, as had happened many times before. But anger? He couldn't understand that. Perhaps anger at the things he had said to her earlier. But he didn't think that was the cause of her rage. Then she said it, You're not supposed to exist...
Erik looked at her a bit sadly. He frowned and tried to keep the emotion from entering his voice or his countenance. "Yes, that's exactly what my mother said. I wasn't supposed to exist. " Then his voice took a bit more emotion. "Well, I do exist. I don't know whether it's unfortunate or not. But I love life just as much as the next person. It's just that ... life hasn't particularly loved me back. Until the last few years when I hid away at the Opéra Populaire. In my subterranean home, I was away from the prying eyes of others, and yet, close to my music. That's why I took such a personal interst in the opera. It had to be perfect. As this Opera House will be perfect and produce the most excellent operas anywhere!" The last he said with a bit of fire in his eyes, a fire that looked perhaps just the smallest bit demented.
Then Erik made eye contact with Ana again. "Whether you believe I am real or not makes no difference to my existance. I shall still exist no matter what you think of me." He paused. He wondered whether she had had enough of staring at his ugliness. And it was true, she hadn't run screaming to the door to try to pull off the wire and leave his presence. In fact, the wire would only prevent someone from entereing the dining rom. It would only stop her for a few seconds as she unwound it from the door knobs and ran screaming from him. She would have been able to get away.
He glanced at her again, with an impatient look on his face. He wished to put the nose, hairpiece and mask back on so he would look normal again. At least as normal as he ever could look. "Are you finished looking at my face, Ana, or would you like to spend more time contemplating it?" He said the last rather sarcastically.
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Post by anastasia on Oct 10, 2012 19:51:51 GMT -5
Absolutely dumbfounded and could not believe her eyes as they beheld the living, breathing Phantom of the Opera! But how ever was it possible?!? It's true, he should not exist! He was only a fictional character from a fictional story, especially the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical version. The mass confusion reflected clearly upon her face. Her eyes said it all with the disbelief and bewilderment unable to remove those brown hues from his impossibly real visage.
But she was not prepared for what he said first about his mother. It was like a heavy weight that dropped upon her heart and forced it through the lungs and into her abdomen. How could a mother deny and loathe their own child? It was always a mother's instinct to love and protect the fruit of their womb. Blinking a couple times and staring at him in disbelief but also pity. As he continued on and on, his words drew her attention and she listened. Understanding what he said and his emotion until he got closer to the end then he lost her again.
A very brief smirk when she heard the words 'think of me' from his awkward lips, then it disappeared while still gazing at and listening to him. After those words sank in, her face relaxed a little and her eyes dropped to the floor as she thought. "You're right. Everyone has a right to life." Looking back up at him, at that deformed face as the musical seemed to resurface refreshed in her mind. She tried so hard to push it away. The whole thing more than threw her off. Now she was more bewildered than ever. How was it possible that he existed? After a moment, she slowly lurched forward letting each footstep take her back to the chair that had tipped over. Bending down to set it back upright then slowly sink onto it, sitting next to him. That look of complete confusion almost twisted her face and occupied her eyes. "Sorry. I'm just-" as her brown eyes glanced over her face then shifted to his mismatched eyes. Blue eyes. She nearly caught her breath. She had a weakness for blue eyes and his eyes were two different shades of blue! How exotic! After a moment's pause and lost in those gorgeous blue eyes, she recollected herself, blinked and then looked confused again. "I don't understand. How is it that you exist?" Seated next to him in the chair she was at before she flipped out.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Oct 10, 2012 20:45:43 GMT -5
Erik wondered why Ana was having such a difficult time believing Erik was really the Phantom. Could it have anything to do with that strange play put on by the young people in the village? Or the equally strange book seemingly written in the future, 1910 to be exact. Or to some people, that was in the past. For a moment, Erik forgot the here and now. He only contemplated how his life could possibly be wrtten in a book or dramatized in a musical play. In the play, Erik and the others were played by actors, but the words had been his own...and Christine's, Raoul's, Madame Giry's, Meg and Carlotta and the managers...they were all exactly the words they had spoken. How could that even be? Perhaps that was what Ana was speculating about and why she had not believed that he was really the Phantom, not just a fraud masquerading as a spectre haunting an opera house...
Erik looked over at Ana with a flash of insight. "You saw the play, didn't you...the play that was held in the village. The one about me. I still do not understand how everything could be known about me...." He frowned again. "What about that book...the one written in the future. I have only started to read it, but it seems somewhat familiar."
Erik decided that she had had enough time to contemplate his face. He Pulled out his bottle of spirit gum and applied it on his prosthetic nose and on his face around the missing nose. He then applied the nose and held it there for a minute until it held. He then did the same wiht the hairpiece. He put the mask back on then stood and smoothed his hair back with both hands. Picking up his cape, he put it on, along with his hat. He started humming. Low at first, then a bit louder, then he added words. He wanted to prove to her that he could sing, not only well, but rather better than any other male singer he himself had ever heard. He had a rather high opinion of his own voice and having Christine call it the voice of an angel, did give a boost to his already rather enormous ego.
His voice became a bit louder, but still, he was singing only for her and he was watching her, ready to leave the dining room and go wherever she wanted to go. He didn't know if she would come with him, but he knew his voice was persuasive. He smiled as he sang and kept his strange blue eyes trained on her dark onles.
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Post by anastasia on Oct 10, 2012 22:07:57 GMT -5
Awaiting an answer to how he existed but instead got an inquiry. Blinked a couple times as she sat the and slightly leaned back against the back of the chair. "Well," she began. "sort of. It's a very well known story. And the musical has been performed all over the world." Slightly narrowing her eyes as she watched him while he replaced that prosthetic nose and his hair piece then his mask. Not sure what she should say or how to explain that she watched the movie in 2004 but better yet, how she was obsessed with the musical when she was a teenager.
Glancing down then back up at him when he mentioned a book. Which book, she thought? She knew there were various books on the Phantom. She didn't reply but slightly shook her head and looked bewildered with a slight twist to her face as though she was disgusted but she was not, just utterly baffled. Watching him put himself back together so to speak with cape and hat put on, not sure what he was doing, thinking or if he was leaving. She was confused!
Humming? Was he humming? Unmoved from the chair, still baffled, what ever was he doing? Music. Song. Now he was singing. With that voice! She always adored Michael Crawford's voice! To her, it was heaven. Such purity and clarity. In her youth she would always listen to his voice at night to help put her to sleep. Especially the song from the Musical, 'Music of the Night'. She began to be concerned and just as that concern welled, it dwindled away into delight. Blinking a couple times as her lips parted and tilting her head slightly. If this man truly was the Phantom, she was stunned for he was singing to her! Wasn't this what she dreamed about when she was so young? Yes, but that was many years ago! Since then she changed. Drastically! No longer were those childish fancies or fantasies.
But his voice! How alluring and hypnotic it was. Damn her for subjecting herself to it many years ago and falling for that perfect voice! Now she could not resist it! She was entranced by it, so to speak. She'd not heard it in so long, a few years really. Not since some show on public television. Now she was locked upon him. His voice and those exotic eyes had her focused upon him. She didn't fight, not yet. There was nothing wrong. Was there? So she sat there to enjoy this little private concert, crossing her legs and placing her hands upon her lap as she watched and listened to him.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Oct 12, 2012 23:04:22 GMT -5
Erik seemed puzzled. "How on earth can it be a well known story when it concerns my life? My secret life? Unless someone was spying on me, how could anyone possibly know?"
After replacing the nose, hairpiece and mask and donning his hat and cape, Erik had begun to hum and then, to sing. Helooked at Ana for her reaction. Firstly, she looked a bit puzzled. He knew that his voice had interesting effects on women and this woman fascinated him. She claimed to know a lot about him, and he wanted to find out what she knew and how she knew it. And really, the music was rather spontaneous.
Slowly he approached her and held out his hands to her. When he came closer, he touched her hands with the tips of his fingers, urging her silently with his actions to follow him. He walked backward a bit and then circled her and put his left arm in front of her as he stood behind her, similarly to what he had done with Christine.
Moving in front of her, he bade her follow him, as he backed toward the door and beckoned with his hands. All the while, he was singing Music of the Night, the song he had written to try to pull Christine away from her normal life to his subterranean, dark one. Erik came to the door and turned part way to take the wire off of the door knobs, still turned partially toward Ana and still singing.
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anastasia
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Post by anastasia on Oct 14, 2012 20:26:47 GMT -5
There was nothing she could say to answer his question of how his life is known. She could continue to explain that his story was nothing more than mere fiction, very good fiction really but it would appear that such an answer was not good enough. It was mighty obvious that the story of him disturbed him and she didn't know how to react or think.
But all that faded away into distance thoughts and concerns as his voice continued to produce such enjoyable music. Even though she was never truly good at music, she did greatly enjoy it and appreciated those who had the artistic talent. Now she was getting a private 'concert' of one of her most favored songs causing a smile slowly to spread upon her face and brightened for she adored that song with that particular voice. Thoughts trailed off as her will felt rather conflicted. Was it him? Perhaps. But the fact that she had a weakness for that song with that voice made it all the more difficult for her to resist him. Sitting there listening to and giving him her full attention. Another bewildered gaze as he approached her once again, barely parting her lips and furrowing her brows as she attempted to contemplate what he was doing. She couldn't. Her poor mind had a hard time thinking. Hesitant to do a thing for a moment before raising a hand followed by the other. Her fingers outstretched casually with palms down towards him as he seemed to 'ask' for them and she wouldn't deny him that. Almost feeling breathless and curious yet hesitant. Most definitely confused.
Curious to know what he had in mind, she rose from her chair and began to follow him. Watching him with those cautious, curious brown eyes. Well, attempted to watch him as her eyes tried to follow him. Her will was strong enough and his actions began to toss up red flags but she did not fight or resist. Especially as her eyes tried to follow him as he moved behind her then felt that arm snake around her. In that moment, her breath caught in a sharp inhale. Her hands came up but stopped mere inches from his arm as her body nearly tensed. Nearly, but did not. Part of her wanted to 'hurt' him so she won't be hurt again. She would keep her defenses up. No one could ever tear that wall down.
With a mixed look of conflict and submission, curiosity and confusion, she followed him. Now she was curious why he was singing to her and where he was leading her. Her own will doing it's very best to fight his hypnotic voice but it felt like a losing battle!
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Oct 15, 2012 20:17:54 GMT -5
Slowly, as he sang, Ana began to smile. Erik also smiled as he sang. This was good. She was coming under the influence of his voice. She was becoming malleable. She definitely needed to relax. He continued singing and he opened the doors and backed through them holding her hands and bidding her to come with him. He then turned so that he was next to her, his arm around her back.
His plan was to take her to his lair. He wasn't sure what her reaction would be, but surely she would love to see the place where he lived. Erik somehow had to prove to her that he was the Phantom and that he was no fictional character as some of the ghosts had intimated and that he was no imposter either. He decided to treat her as he had treated Christine. That is before Christine ripped off his mask. Since Ana had already seen him with his mask off, there was no risk of that.
He walked slowly with her down the halls. His voice echoed strangely in the hallways, but he was too engrossed in what he was doing to even notice. He led her to the lift that led down to the lairs. Quickly pressing the button, he had reached the end of the song, but he started over from of it again, singing it all over. The lift came and he gracefully drew her toward him again, stepping backward into the lift. He pressed the button for his floor and continued to sing as they reached his lair. He drew her out again and soon they were at the entrance to his lair,. Erik held one of the huge wooden doors for her as he picked up a lantern behind one of them and lit it, still singing.
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