|Smile for me, fill my world with poetry
Author: funnygirl00 PM
Escape, that was all she was looking for, but it comes with a high price. Sylvia, as a young girl, loved the unseen Phantom. Now, ten years later, he wants her, but for her face which resembles Christine Daae's. But can she fight the desires of her heart?Rated: Fiction M - English - Drama/Angst - Erik - Chapters: 19 - Words: 33,734 - Reviews: 78 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 03-04-12 - Published: 02-20-12 - id: 7855612
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A special thanks to Paul Anka. If anyone hasn't heard him sing Sylvia, from the 1965 movie starring Carol Baker, I advise you do so. It's a lovely song, the movie is quite a dramatic one. Also, a word to Jimmy Stewart and Kim Novak in Vertigo.
I own nothing, except Sylvia.
Sylvia Maharis ducked into a large clock tower doorway. Her heart pounded as she listened for approaching footsteps. Was there never to be a moment's peace from that man? Sure enough, the footsteps approached.
Sylvia glanced around the clock tower; her only means of escape were the stairs. She gripped her long white skirts and ran up the stairs. The door opened.
"there you are!" he shouted slamming the door behind him.
"You keep away from me!" she shrieked as she continued up the long winding staircase.
"Not until I get that bracelet!"
Sylvia tightened her grip on her skirts. What was it about this bracelet he wanted so badly? She reached the top of the stairs and ran into a walking skeleton! She screamed in terror as the skeleton crashed ontop of her!
"there you are!"
she screamed again as she tried to get the skeleton off her. west grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her up from the ground. She screamed as he drew his hand back and struck her! she would have fallen had he not had a hold of her wrist.
"UN HAND HER NOW!"
They both spun around to see a man who appeared to have just gotten out of the bath for he was only dressed from the waist down. His hair was wet and stringy and she noted he had a white mask on his face. But the thing that she noticed first and foremost about him was the scars on his chest.
West yanked at the bracelet and it snapped. "Ouch!" she grabbed her wrist. For heavy gold bracelet had cut her wrist and she was bleeding.
West stunned to flee down the stairs…except they were gone. She gaped in astonishment.
"Give the lady back her jewelry." The man said darkly. "And maybe I'll let you live!"
West cursed and threw the bracelet at her. She caught it and watched as the man hit a lever that caused the stairs to open.
"Get out now!" he ordered.
West did not have to be told twice. This man was intimidating, she herself felt a little uneasy as she stood up. He walked closer his eyes studying her intently. She stood there as he calmly took a rapt appraisal of every inch of her face.
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
"You're bleeding." He observed taking her hand. "Come with me."
She nodded and followed him towards the bathroom. "I'm really sorry. I honestly thought this was a tower."
"Things are not what they appear." He observed running warm water over the cut. "Now, what was that about? I would told him to take his argument outside, but I'm against men beating up delicate women."
She blushed, "I'm glad you changed your principles today."
"I'm entitled to an explanation Madame."
"Miss." She corrected him, then wondered why she was correcting her marital status.
"All right then, miss," his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Explain away."
She nodded, "well, my father passed away and I'm having to sell his house." She inhaled. "That man, Mr. west, he keeps trying to get my mother's bracelet. Father was trying to tell me something about the bracelet, but…. He passed away before he could say."
"My condolences." He said wrapping the bandages tightly around her wrist.
"Who was your father?"
She shrugged. "No one important. Just a store clerk."
The man frowned as he held out his hand. "Let me see." She did not know why, but she handed him her bracelet. He peered close and examined the bracelet. Turning it in his hands and studying it carefully. He then handed it back to her. "Congratulations mademoiselle. You are the owner of a flawless emerald bracelet. Note the blue color in the emerald, only the rarest have that. In addition, the piece appears to be 16th century. Worth quite a bit of money."
She blinked, "are you sure?"
"Mademoiselle." He said. "I assure you, I have a high knowledge of such things." He frowned. "I can fix this too. It was only the clasp."
"Thank you." She nodded and began to study the man. His chest and back were covered with so many cuts; it made her cringe inwardly to think about what he must have had to endure. "Pardon me sir but, if you don't mind my asking, how did that happen?"
"When he yanked it off your wrist." He said as if he were explaining it to a child.
"No sir, I mean….you. Your chest."
He instantly dropped the bracelet. "Oh my god!" he shrieked as he ran from the room.
"Sir!" she said hopping down from the sink and going after him. "I am sorry." He slammed the door in her face.
Erik's hands trembled as he pulled his shirt over his head. How could he have been so stupid? At the first sign of trouble he had not thought about his shirt, only his mask. But she hadn't seemed afraid of him. In fact, all her emotions expressed relief when she first saw him. Her tone conveyed curiosity and her eyes displayed compassion.
However, he'd seen all that from Christine before, he wasn't setting himself up like that again. That night he left her, he'd vowed never to fall in love again. Still, there was something about that girl. He just didn't know what it was. She did look like Christine, so much, it was unbelievable.
He pulled his coat over and walked to the door. He hesitated and rested his hand against the closed door. Could he actually open the door and question her?
A slamming door caused him to yank it open. "Miss?" he called.
Erik ran down the stairs yelling. "MR. SQUELCH?"
"Here sir!" he said coming through the front door.
"A blonde woman, in a white dress just left through the back door. She has a bandage on her left wrist. Get her, and bring her back! NOW!"
"Excuse me?" Sylvia turned to a woman in a peculiar black outfit. "I am miss fleck." She said.
Sylvia nodded. "Yes?"
"The master wants to see you."
She stepped back. "What?" she stepped back into a brick wall and spun around to see it was a strong man.
"This way." He said.
"No!" she said. "I won't!"
The strong man picked her up and she let out a shriek. "Put me down! Help!"
"It's all right." Miss fleck said.
They moved back towards the tower. "Where are you taking me?"
"Mr. Y wants to see you." he explained.
She felt her face pale, "that…was Mr. Y?"
"Indeed." Miss fleck said. "He appears to be interested in you. Which is unusual, but then I suppose it because you look like her."
"Her?" she frowned.
"Why, Christine daae!"
"We'll let him explain." The strong man said setting her on the ground and giving her a nudge up the stairs. "Step lively."
She moved up the stairs with them crowding behind her. She glanced behind her to see another man had joined them. She looked ahead to see the man, Mr. Y, now completely dressed and walking the floor impatiently.
"Found her sir!" miss fleck said.
"Thank you." he said. "You three are the best." He glanced at her; his tone cold and condescending as it always had been from the moment he first addressed.
"Will that be all sir?"
"Yes. Just bar all the doors on your way out." He said. "Miss fleck, stay downstairs please, I'll have need of you later."
She leaned back and gripped the bars on the railing behind her. The three trotted down the stairs without as much as a single protest. Her heart pounded in her throat with each door that slammed.
"And now," he said approaching her slowly. "We are alone."
He gripped her arm and pulled her into the center of the room. She stood there trembling as he walked around her, studying her intently. She bolted for the staircase, but he grabbed her arm and spun her around. She crashed up into his chest and his strong arms held her there. His eyes were mismatched blues. One light, one dark.
He nodded. "Yes. You'll do."
As always, reviews are appreciated. I shall be alternating between this and Just a kiss.