A New Start

[lestat2]

I was back to my old self again. The scars had faded, the stiff bones mended, my hair was as silky and bright as sunshine it's self. It had taken two decades to finally heal myself after the death of my beloved child. My heart mourned Louis and Armand who I had no idea still existed but I was well again and fledgling-less again but I had aspirations of the future.

I had decided to go back to my roots. The theater, theater had always treated me well and I was yearning for it once again. The sight of my old theater burning a few decades back had rekindled the feelings I had once had. I had my eyes on a beautiful place with in Paris, it was an opera house and I yearned for it. There was a rumour that it was cursed, that there was an evil phantom. This made me laugh, how I loved such silly mortal tales.

I was to own this theater and there would be no vampires, only mortals apart from I. Beautiful succulent humans with hopes and dreams like I had once had. I would only pick the very best actors in Paris, they would have to win a place in my heart in able to be a part of my fabulous crew and I would be the lead in the play. Off stage I would also play the role of the kind and loving theater owner, my staff would love me and so would the audience and community. Yes, I would be loved.

So when this theater came up for sale for a surprisingly low price, I snapped it up. There had been some sort of fire there but within a few months I had it refurbished and fitted to make it more beautiful than it had ever been. All I had to do was to persuade people that the place was safe and not haunted. I had no cast, crew or audience. That was my challenge. I loved a challenge. I could also use my charm of course to woe mortals in.

There was also one drawback to my wonderful dream. I was immortal and I would not be around in the day. I had acquired a co-manager to over look things in the day but I would need a nocturnal cast if I was to insist on playing the lead part. There would have to be rehearsals in the early hours of the morning. I would tell them that I was deadly allergic to the sun and could only come out at evening. I had a nicely fitted room beneath the theater in all the finest French furniture I could buy. It was also like a fortress, no mortal could open the door, they wouldn't have the strength.

While working diligently on paperwork one early evening in the ticketing office on the ground floor leading off from the entrance hall. I was surprised to hear a visitor, their soft footsteps moving around the newly refurbished entrance hall. I had already started auditioning for new actors, singers and dancers but I had not expected anyone tonight, especially when people were too afraid to come near the place.

With curiosity I rose from my seat and walked to greet which ever mortal had stumbled into my path, perhaps they were dinner in they were of no use to me. It was a beautiful young lady, she was pretty with dark curls, perfect skin and a curvaceous body. The entrance hall was fully lit and I walked to her as loudly as a mortal would so that I would not scare her.

I immediately put on the kind, handsome, theater owner act. "Bonsoir, Mademoiselle. May I help you with anything this beautiful evening?" I asked her with a gently soft smile, my rich flamboyant french clothing twinkling under the light. I would of course make the perfect Prince.

[Christine Daaé]

It had only been a few weeks since the Opera had been restored to its original state. A few people are still working upon on it. I am in my dressing room getting into a better looking dress than I had been wearing for several days now. I look into the mirror and smile softly at myself. I knew this was my home. The only home I had. I had to come back. Nothing would ever make me leave here.

Brushing back curls off my shoulders, they landed on my back. I can feel them moving and bouncing with each step I take. Im very pleased that there was nothing planned for this evening. As I walk, I wondered down the hallway, to the main lobby. In which, I decent the stairs. This Opera, was in memory of my Angel of Music, whom claims to be dead.

A tear emerges from my eye, and I whip it softly out of my eye. Then I take a breather and I am fine. Suddenly I heard a male's voice and I turned slightly around. A smile creeps upon my face. He seemed concerned but I didn't say much. "Non Monsieur. I am Fine. Merci though" I say softly. "Pardon Monsieur. I have not seen you here before. What is your name?" I ask curiously. Placing my hands in front of me.

[lestat2]

I couldn't help but look into the ladies mind. She had not come in from off the street but in fact had been in the theater the whole time like a little stow away. She even had the nerve to assume she still had a room here. I owned every part of this theater, it was meant to be empty right now while I searched for a new cast and crew. "I am now the owner of this theater. I do believe you might be trespassing, the theater is not open tonight and shall not be for a few weeks." I told her strictly. I might be a kind, handsome owner but I was to decide who was to stay here and it made me irate that she just assumed that she could.

"Monsieur Lestat de Lioncourt and what might your name be?" I asked her, my blond curls bouncing against my blue silk shoulders. "I suppose you're the one that's been occupying one of the dressing rooms. If you could move your belongings out soon, that would be lovely. I'll have actors arriving next week." With that I turned and walked back to my office to shuffle through some paperwork. I hate paperwork. It was Louis' job the finances. Oh Louis, how I miss you.

The mortal girl was still hanging about as I worked and I turned my head to look at her at the doorway. "Still here I see?" I said, scribbling away on some building document. "Well if you're going to stand about, fetch me a drink will you? I'm parched." I said using her like a maid. I would not be able to drink the drink anyway but there was something I could drink and that was liquid running through her veins. Her neck seemed so perfect as well. Yes, no doubt she would be dead in my arms before the night was through. Not quite yet though. I do like to play with my food.

"Well hurry up, I don't have all night." I told her as I carried on working. "Women, you really have no concept of how much work a man has to do." For some reason, I had no will to be kind to this one. I believe she had really angered me with her assumptions. I was the owner of the place not her, what gave her a right to be on my property?

[Christine Daaé]

I only had come to the Opera, to see my old room. I've been here last night, before this man named Lestat had bought the property. It was very eerie when no one else was around the Opera, just myself. When I heard that someone wanted everyone out. I had already packed my things and moved back with my foster parent, that i lived with.

A smile had crept up on my face when the man had introduced himself as Lestat de Lioncourt. "Well, its very nice to meet you Monsieur de Lioncourt. My name is Christine Daaé... i was a singer her in the Opera" i told him softly. Hopefully he would know my name. Most of all of Paris did. I was a world known singer, well, for Paris I was. Then i said "Oh, that's wonderful." My voice was soft and quite. The other reason why I wanted to come back to visit was to pay my respects to my angel of music. Turning to Lestat again I said "I have already moved my things out yesterday Monsieur. Before you came"

Narrowing my eyes softly, I tried not to get into an argument with this gentleman. For that's not how i act. And that's not how my father nor Mr. or Mrs. Valerious raised me. "I am not a worker here Monsieur. Just a simple dancer and a singer. Its been a while since the opera had been restored, so Im not the one to get you your drink" i said in a stern voice.

Then, I looked at him almost beginning to leave the area. "Well, Good Night Monsieur de Lioncourt. I will be returning to my home now" I said in a soft voice. Having my hand stuck out for him to shake. "It was nice meeting you Monsieur de Lioncourt. Please take care of this place" i said softly. I don't want anything bad to happen to this theatre, like it did in the past.