I watched as a smile spread across his half masked face. He seemed pleased with my singing talent. I looked at his dazzling face. His sparkling white teeth, his purple eyes, and his straight black hair. There were no flaws to him. Despite my small fear of this man, who called himself Lelouch, I smiled back at him. He was at his feet again. He glared at me. His purple eyes mezmorizing in mine. His glare was enough to kep me here forever. For him I would stay in his home, white him, together forever. Or even eternity. Yet I felt like I didn't belong in this world of darkness.Why I felt this way, I was not sure, but whatever the reason may of been that's how I felt. I felt like this world of darkness was not where I was meant to be. Like I was meant to be in the world of light. Though the world of dark was more welcoming. The world of light had damaged me. Beyond repair for that matter.Darkness definetly more welcoming. At least in darkness you couldn't get hurt. In darkness your thoughts, your feelings, fears and all that were safe. With darkness all that was safe, and you couldn't be judged, critazied, laughed at............rejected. How I loathed the rejection. Because of all the rejection from the world of light, I wanted to die. I wanted to crawl, literly, into a dark corner, away from the light, and stay there away from all the hurt. I wanted so badly to crawl into a dark corner, away from the light, curl up into a ball, and have this god like creature, this handsome man of a saint to hold me in his arms forever, and for him to protect me. O this saint! This gorgious masked saint! I couldn't look away from this angel. This GOD!
Yet I felt so unworthy of him (shut up Anastasia I know what your thinking). Like I was a nusince of his greatness, and his voice. Everything about him I ffelt unworthy of. He was a saint, and I was a nobody. I was way in over my head if I thought I had a chance with him. He sat me down in a chair. I stared into his violet eyes. Those mezmorizing eyes of an angel. He strocked my cheek, and ran his fingure's through my hair. His hands so gentle, even though they smelt of death. He may of killed people in the past, but it was probably because they were people that hurt him. None of this mattered to me though. He was still an angel...no a saint...in my eyes. This angel had taken me under his wing (when I was so unworthy), and I didn't want to leave that wing.This man who called himself Lelouch strode to his chair at his piano, and swung his cape over his chair, and spoke once more. "I have brought you...to the seat of sweet music's throne. To this kingdom where all must pay homage to music." He said turning to look at me in the chair. "Must, you have come here for one prupose, and one alone. Since the moment I first heard you sing I have needed you with me. To serve me, to sing for my music. My music."
His voice mesmorized me. He wanted me to sing for him. Sing for him, and only him. He cared for me. I was his, and no one else's. And he was mine! Lelouch...O Lelouch. All MINE! He broke into song. O how I loved to hear his voice. That voice of an angel.Nighttime sharpens
Heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and
Wakes imagination
Silently the senses
Abandon their defenses
A great wave, and sensation of peace swept over me. And that sensation grew stronger as the phantom extended his hand out to me. I took it, and he helped me out of my seat. He spoke again. I stayed. I listened.
Slowly
Gently
Night unfurts
It's splender
Grasp it
Sense it
tremulas and
Tender
Turn your face away-
I turned my face away from him as if he were ordering me not to look at him (he wasn't ordering me too...but I felt so unworthy as to look at his face). He took hold of my face, and slowly turned my head back towards him and our eyes slowly meet.
From the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away
From cold
Unfeeling light
And listen to
The Music of the Night
Close your eyes
And surrendor
To your darkest dream's
Purge your thought's
Of the life you knew before
Close your eyes
Let your spirit
Start to soar
I closed my eyes, and looked at him, opening my eyes again. I smiled.
And you'll live
As you've never
Lived before
I was living as I never had before as long as I was in his arms. Under his wing. I could soar with him with me.
Softly
Deftly
Music sha'll
Caress you
Hear it
Feel it
Secretly posses you
Open up your mind
Let your fantasis unwind
In this darkness that you know
You can not fight
The darkness of
The Music of the night
He was right I couldn't fight this darkness. It was to powerful to fight. Darkness was my friend. My only real, and true friend. In the real world you couldn't depeand on anyone, but yourself. Lelouch taught me this. He was right too. And even if I could fight against this darkness. I knew I would still lose. Darkness was not able to be defeated. Your only choice was to give into it, and embrace it.Friendship was a lie. And love...Love was giving someone the power to break your heart but trusting them not to. All of it was a lie! Lies! Lies! And more lies! Nothing but lies! Love was a lie! It didn't exist! It was an illusion! A fantasy of the mind!...NOTHING MORE AND NOTHING LESS!
Trusting Lelouch, and the darkness was my only hope of getting through life. Lelouch was my angel, and my last chance at happines. Maybe even my last hope for...what I yerned for the most..that which did not exist...love.Let your mind start a journy
Through a strange new world!
Leave all thoughts of the life
You knew before!
Let your soul take you
Where you long to BE!
Only then can you
Belong to me
Lelouch put his hands on my cheeks. I looked up at him (he was taller...so obvious). He spun me around to where I had my back to him but with my head leaning against his chest. He ran his hands across my chest, and slowly down my hips to my legs. Usually I wouldn't permit a boy or anyone to touch me like this, because I had a bad expereince with touching before (sexual harrasment was not a fun thing...or easy to forget). Why I let Lelouch touch me like this was beyound me. Maybe it was because I felt I could trust him. I smiled at his touch, and as I heard his voice again. that angel voice I never wanted to leave.
Floating
Falling
Sweet intoxication
Touch me
Trust me
He place my hand on his cheek. I turned my head enough to see his face. He leand me to some red curtins.
Savor each sensation
Let the dream begin
Let your darker side give in
To the power of the music
That I write
The power of
The Music of the Night
He pulled the red curtins back to reveal a life size doll of me in a wedding gown (he had made the doll). The sight of me in that dress surprised me. So much I passed out. even then I was still aware of everthing around me (my mind just seemed to work that way). Lelouch caught me as I fell, and he carried me to a room with a bed shaped like a swan, with red velvet sheets and black lace curtains.
He laied me in the bed. I could swear that either my vision was fading (and I WAS falling asleep), or he was taking his cloths off till he was in nothing but his boxers! He climed into the bed with me, and layed my head against his bear chest. SCRATCH THAT! He WAS in nothing but his boxers! I blushed (deeper then a roe of the darkest shade I might add).
"Jareth, stay out of this!" He seemed to growl. "Who?" I asked, while in half nconciousness. I had heard the name before. I think Anastasia mentioned someone named Jareth more then to often. The phantom layed his hand on my cheek trigoring a vison of some sort.
I could see a study. I could see Mat sitting babysitting Anastasia's adopted daughter (frankly I think his skills are much better suited for sword fighting then babysitting some little infant...no matter how ******** cute it is). Anastasia walking in the study and someone else. A man I had never seen before. He had gold and silver hair, strong looking arms, and from the looks of it, washboard abs. Almost in an instent I understood everything. This man was Jareth. I saw all of them looking in a mirror that showed me and Lelouch dancing. (How dare them spy on me and lelouch...you sha'll pay all of you...our business is our own damn it...wither yoru worried or not) Then Anastasia getting all jelous (so like her) crying and then Jareth kissing her (probably just to shut her up). Mat turning into a wolf from anger at the phantom. (I never really ever got a good glimpse at his wolf form)Then the vison faded. I felt my head throbing in pain. I turned over on my left side to look at Lelouch. (I was more aware now...almost awake again) "Just think" he told me. "Jareth will never dare to intrude on us again. He's much to busy with that little sea-witch to even think about you." "Oh, Lelouch!" I said. "I'm so glad you took me away from her. She just doesn't understand the meaning of being true in love." "Oh but I do, my darling. I do my most beloved, Melissa." Lelouch said.
He stroked my cheek, and then ran his fingers through my hair. He then finished the last bit of his song 'The Music of the Night'...whispering the words... You alone can
Make my song
Take flight
Help me make
The Music of the Night
In my ear. Then I fell asleep with Lelouch at my side, running his hand down my side as he sang. And I somehow knew that Mat and Anastasia were watching. (I don't care how worried you are...it's rude to spy)
To be continued in chapter 28...
