When the darkness faded away, the young girl woke to find a damp cloth pressed to her forehead and a pair of gleaming eyes baring down into her. She looked up at the death's face and questioned it. The face let out a long sigh that sounded like a sad sob. The black being lifted her up onto a steed she knew well. It was Cèsar, the dark horse.
Christine asked where was her angel, Erik. For she had never seen him face to face before, and knew not what this man's answer would do to her.
The death's head replied as it removed the skull, which was not it's face at all. Two sad, mismatched eyes sat above a fang-rimmed mouth that said to her softly, "There is no one else but I, who answers to that name. I am Erik."
The young girl stared transfixedly, as the First Act comes to a close.
. . . . Now here's a page I definately can't wait to redo. ^^
With her eyes beginning to adjust in the dimly lit chamber, she took in her surroundings, and the strange man before her. The tunnel they were in was made of stone, and was soon lit by the eerie glow of a red lantern the man started. He asked her to sing, she grudginly obliged. She had no other choice. Down this road under the streets of Paris, she was a prisoner. A captive of a deranged lunatic with a thirst for the honey that was her voice. The black steed whinied and walked on, unled. The beast was walking without his master's hand. Their twisted duet rang out in the passage, sending other creatures scurrying away, as the clawed being strode next to a hoofed mount. Christine had little or no idea, that she was now held in the clutches of a demon. ~~~
Edit: I swear! If I have to edit this one more time! I'm gonna scream!! >< . . . Anyway. I forgot to say earlier, that this page contains one of those hidden symbols I mentioned in another page earlier on. Here's your clue: I give off light to guide your path. Though my colour is of unusual circumstances, find the way, and win the prize. If you can't figure that one out, omg. Wow. Good luck!
He brushed her aside and went about what he was searching for. Gently telling her his story was not one for her ears, he was caught off-guard when her small fingers snatched away his masque. The ripping of cloth and the angry snarl were what she heard as the demonís hand grasped her neck and began to squeeze. His eyes were glazed over in a fiery fury, then tossed his head to cover up the side of his mauled face. Accompanied by the sound that resembled leather, he stared down at her with an infuriated stance. Wings like that of a devil flapped and beat the cold air of the underground house on the lake. ~~~
Yeah. Sorry to disappoint. >D And you'll find out about Erik's smecksy little tattoo in a side story later on. Hahaha!! Man, this is fun keeping you in suspense. *Shot* x.x Er. No more BN for you then.
The light of candles, she realised, was what she'd been shielding her eyes from Despite the colouration around her, she felt herself shudder when her vision cleared, allowing herself to take in the sight which she now beheld. The mismatched funiture spoke of its' owner's strange taste. He walked past her and into the cavernous room, decorated with many strange objects she'd never seen before. Weapons of all sorts hung on the walls, glistening in the orange light. His soft and powerful voice beckoned her to follow him, but he didn't turn back towards her. ~~~
This ball was an exceptional affair, given some time before Shrovetide, in honour of the anniversary of the birth of a famous draftsman; and it was expected to be much gayer, noisier, more Bohemien than the ordinary masked ball. Numbers of artists had arranged to go, accompanied by a whole cohort of models and pupils, who, by midnight, began to create a tremendous din. Raoul climbed the grand staircase at five mintues to twelve and did not linger to look at the motley dresses displayed all the way up the marble steps. ~~~
*Collapses* Wow. . . . So many hours went into this, I don't think I've ever spent this much time on one page before. *Sigh* You all better like this one. I painted everything myself except for that shot of the Garnier. Aside from that, this is all me. . . . I wanted to challenge myself with my favourite scene, and sure enough, I did challenge myself. Now my hand hurts, and I've found out that the Airbrush is the most amazing creation ever!!
And yes. I'm cheap. And lazy. I used an actual paragraph of the book for the snippet. It's only 'cause I wanted to post this and I'm exhausted.
Btw, that girl in black and red is based off my friend Kiley. Who's been a Phan of BN for so long, I can't even remember. x3; I'll be editing this and putting up an updated pic in a little while.
Enjoy!! And leave comments! Ya know ya wanna!!
Raoul: I feel so humiliated! D: Me: Oh, hush! I like your new colour for your fur! ^-^
Stepping out into the limelight, Carlotta opened her mouth and began her song; Unaware of the danger that had just arrived in a black brougham.
Christine was drifting out to meet her confidant. His shape was all she could see, as he had shrouded himself, even his face, in complete black. It might as well have been a trick of the eye he had developed. Either way, he seemed to stare down at her for a mere moment and stepped past her into the Opera House.
On the stage, darkness seemed to appear around her, just as she opened her mouth for another verse, and the witchcraft was ensued. Co-ack. And Carlotta's career was over.
And the Sharpie collection comes to the rescue again. . . . x3!
Sorry this took so long, but I hope you like. But before I close off, I just wanna say I'm proud that this series has made it to Page 13. Therefore, there'll be another page being posted to-night. So. . . yay!
The wind ceased and Raoul sat back while staring at his reflection in the now silent mirror. There was only one word buzzing around in his ears now. A name. A name that left a cold shiver coursing through his veins.
"Who is this Erik?" he asked himself. The empty mirror left him with no answer.
Deep below, in the total darkness, Christine called out for her angel to save her. She could see nothing but black and the little red light off in the distance. Taking a step forward, she was soon stopped when a cold boney thing reached out and snatched up her wrist. Her mouth was clamped shut by another icey hand. Behind her, a massive shadow formed with a white skull on its shoulders, its one yellow eye piercing the darkness. Christine struggled and fainted away when a hazey red surrounded her vision.
The Red clad Demon knew it was a wise decision to leave her before he was to explode. His dark winged messanger cawed behind him, fluttering on the thin air of the underground tunnel. A million thoughts raced through his mind as he brought out his boiling rage through his claws. Carving deep, molten grooves in the stone. With a final snap, he fell into a rage that would have shattered the heavens above. ~~~
Best. Looking. Page. Yet.
And end Act II. Don't worry, kiddies. He's got plenty more at home. Better that mask than Christine's neck, am I right?
Reaching into his pocket, the winged demon covered up the malformation without giving her a proper glance. She cried her apology, making him think twice about her death, which had come so close. He lifted her to her feet, giving her a stare and a warning. ~~~
The ghost stared at the young man for a mere moment, before he wound his way down the trunk of the tree in which he sat. Young Raoul was lost for words, until he summoned the courage to threaten his adversary. The demon paid no heed, until the shot rang out and broke the silence. Squelching of blood and an angry growl were the sounds that came after. The sight of blood brought upon the final revelation. ~~~
This page will look a million times better when it gets a revamp. ^^
+Time: 6 hours +Media: Pencil 4B, Millenium inking pens, black Sharpie, random red marker [for the blood], PrismaColour pencils and markers, then edited in PhotoShop 7.0 +Done to: Boogy Wonderland from Happy Feet