Bless her Heart
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M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,621
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Phantom of the Opera movie(s), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Bless her Heart
Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera it belongs to Gaston Leroux and Andrew Lloyd Webber.
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Chapter one: Behind the curtain.
My name is Erik. This is my story of the first love of my life before Christine. Her name was Chya. A real beauty. Not like any of the other chorus girls. She was just-normal. Not a flirty girl. She was quiet. She played the violin with me many nights when she couldn't sleep. I'm sorry to have to say she died many nights ago. But, to keep her memory alive I promised to tell her story...well, more like our story. It was a night quite like this one, the night i'll never forget.
"Shut the girl up!" yelled a stage hand. His friend put a hand over the young girl's mouth. Sad, they decided to pick on hre because of where she came from. She was a eighteen year old girl who was sent here by her parents from Japan. She was a real beauty. But these men weren't interested in her beauty.
She had something else they wanted. And there was no way in hell she was going down with out a fight. She was a fighter and she was strong. She kicked and struggled. She hit the man holding her in the eye with her eblow. His friend slapped her across the face.
She fell to the ground but when she looked back up and saw the two men barring down on her a great black shadow jumped down from the rafters. She screamed and covered her eyes. Pulling her knees to her chest and curling up into a little boll.
She heard grunting, smacking, hitting and finally two loud thumps. She was shaking uncontrolably.
She opened her eyes, only a little, to see who saved her.
When her eyes opened completely there standing above her was the darkest angel she had ever seen in her life. Her eyes filled with tears. Tears of happiness and gratatude.
He bent down slowly to her. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. She could sense it from him. Besides, angels down hurt people. They protect them.
He brushed a piece of hair out of her face to see her better. His gloved hand made her shiver, but not in fear or disgust.
"Are they dead?" she asked, in a shakey voice. He shook his head. "No-but they'll have terrible head aches when they wake, also they're hands are broken so they won't ever touch you again." he told her. She smiled. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she kept repeating over and over again. He stood on his feet with her still around his neck.
She finally found it in her to pull herself away from him. But as she did so she saw the mask.
Her hand traced the edges of it. "What is your name?" she asked, after taking her hand away.
"Erik." he answered. She shook her head. "I shall not forget you Erik. My name is Chya." she told him. He shook his head and went to leave.
She grabbed his hand. "Wait. Will I see you again?" she asked. He was sure he'd see her, but not sure if she'd see him. He shrugged. "Possibly not my dear." he informed her. She shook her head.
"I'll write to you. I'll leave you letters after every performance behind the curtain." she told him.
He smiled at her. She smiled back. What a pretty young lady. He remembered when she first came
here. He knew what a silent creature she was when she wasn't singing. She would sit in the rafters and hum, and play her violin. Erik had been watching her for quite some time now.
He knew her. He didn't need to know her name at all. He already knew. "Very well, Chya. You may write to me." he told her. She smiled. Her smile was that as if she had just gottan the biggest presant in her life.
She hugged him once more then skipped off, as happy as she could ever be. Erik could still smell the scent of mint on him from her. She loved mint candy. He knew that as well.
One week after they met after the first performance of that month Erik crept behind the closed curtains to find a letter from Chya. It was in a light green envalope. He opened it. It smelled of mint, just like her.
Her letter read: "Dear Erik, if you were watching the performance I hoped you were pleased with my singing and dancing. I always try and do my best for you. Thank you so much for saving me from those two creeps. I don't think i'd ever be alive, or myself, if it wasn't for you.
Thank you again, love Chya."
He smiled at the letter. He walked off the stage and went back to his lair where he read the letter again and again. He put it in a black box where after every performance he would put a new letter.
Behind the curtain after every performance, he got his new letter from his sweet Chya.
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Chapter one: Behind the curtain.
My name is Erik. This is my story of the first love of my life before Christine. Her name was Chya. A real beauty. Not like any of the other chorus girls. She was just-normal. Not a flirty girl. She was quiet. She played the violin with me many nights when she couldn't sleep. I'm sorry to have to say she died many nights ago. But, to keep her memory alive I promised to tell her story...well, more like our story. It was a night quite like this one, the night i'll never forget.
"Shut the girl up!" yelled a stage hand. His friend put a hand over the young girl's mouth. Sad, they decided to pick on hre because of where she came from. She was a eighteen year old girl who was sent here by her parents from Japan. She was a real beauty. But these men weren't interested in her beauty.
She had something else they wanted. And there was no way in hell she was going down with out a fight. She was a fighter and she was strong. She kicked and struggled. She hit the man holding her in the eye with her eblow. His friend slapped her across the face.
She fell to the ground but when she looked back up and saw the two men barring down on her a great black shadow jumped down from the rafters. She screamed and covered her eyes. Pulling her knees to her chest and curling up into a little boll.
She heard grunting, smacking, hitting and finally two loud thumps. She was shaking uncontrolably.
She opened her eyes, only a little, to see who saved her.
When her eyes opened completely there standing above her was the darkest angel she had ever seen in her life. Her eyes filled with tears. Tears of happiness and gratatude.
He bent down slowly to her. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. She could sense it from him. Besides, angels down hurt people. They protect them.
He brushed a piece of hair out of her face to see her better. His gloved hand made her shiver, but not in fear or disgust.
"Are they dead?" she asked, in a shakey voice. He shook his head. "No-but they'll have terrible head aches when they wake, also they're hands are broken so they won't ever touch you again." he told her. She smiled. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she kept repeating over and over again. He stood on his feet with her still around his neck.
She finally found it in her to pull herself away from him. But as she did so she saw the mask.
Her hand traced the edges of it. "What is your name?" she asked, after taking her hand away.
"Erik." he answered. She shook her head. "I shall not forget you Erik. My name is Chya." she told him. He shook his head and went to leave.
She grabbed his hand. "Wait. Will I see you again?" she asked. He was sure he'd see her, but not sure if she'd see him. He shrugged. "Possibly not my dear." he informed her. She shook her head.
"I'll write to you. I'll leave you letters after every performance behind the curtain." she told him.
He smiled at her. She smiled back. What a pretty young lady. He remembered when she first came
here. He knew what a silent creature she was when she wasn't singing. She would sit in the rafters and hum, and play her violin. Erik had been watching her for quite some time now.
He knew her. He didn't need to know her name at all. He already knew. "Very well, Chya. You may write to me." he told her. She smiled. Her smile was that as if she had just gottan the biggest presant in her life.
She hugged him once more then skipped off, as happy as she could ever be. Erik could still smell the scent of mint on him from her. She loved mint candy. He knew that as well.
One week after they met after the first performance of that month Erik crept behind the closed curtains to find a letter from Chya. It was in a light green envalope. He opened it. It smelled of mint, just like her.
Her letter read: "Dear Erik, if you were watching the performance I hoped you were pleased with my singing and dancing. I always try and do my best for you. Thank you so much for saving me from those two creeps. I don't think i'd ever be alive, or myself, if it wasn't for you.
Thank you again, love Chya."
He smiled at the letter. He walked off the stage and went back to his lair where he read the letter again and again. He put it in a black box where after every performance he would put a new letter.
Behind the curtain after every performance, he got his new letter from his sweet Chya.