I don't Own Phantom of the Opera or Dreamtalia
You closed your laptop and sighed, your mom made you watch Phantom of the Opera. You loved the music but the actors could use some help. your mother walked into your room.
"Lights out honey." she told you, you smiled at her.
"Goodnight mom, love you." you said covering up.
"I love you too." and with that the lights clicked off. And she left you alone. You looked at your phone.
Hey (Name), U want to hang out tonight?
You narrowed your eyes, I was from (X's Name). That guy doesn't take a hint. How many times has he wanted you to go back otu with him. Ever since you got good at drama, he has been all over you.
What an idiot. Just wants you from your looks.
Insolent boy, this slave of fashion. Basking in your glory.
Ignorant Fool!This brave young suitor. Sharing in my triumph.
"Who said that?" you asked, no answer. Who's voice was that, it sounded as if you knew it. In had a light Italian accent to it. Maybe it oyu play along with this song, he might show himself.
Angel I hear you, speak I listen. Stay by my side, guide me.
Angel he leave me alone, enter at last my friend.
Why dose this soudn so much like Phantom of the Opera? Was he watching you this whole time, or is this a dream?
Flattering child you shall know me. See why in dreams I hide.
Look at your face in the mirrior. I am there inside!
Now this si getting freaky. A man stood there, he had reddish brown hair and a black curl sticking out from it. He had over the right side of his face a black mask; and you could barly make out a faint glow behind it. He had another blue eye, plae skin, and a black robe on.
Angel of Dreams, guide and guardian. Grant me your glory.
Angel of Dreams, hide no longer. Coem to me strange Angel.
*Knock-Knock* you heard your door. It was him! The handle started to move move fast. "(Name)! (Name)! Who's vocie is that?". But what the guy said next drowned out it all.
I am your Angel of Dreams, come to me my Angel.
"(Name)! (Name)! Open this door!".
I am your Angel of Dreams, come to me my Angel.
His eerie Italian accent drawed you to him. You were confused, but slowly took his hand. His pale glove cluched yours, pulled you into the mirror. All sound from your room faded.
Now you were dreaming.
He lead you down a path or grass and trees. Fireflys glowed softly in the pale moonlight. Your eyes never lef this face. You knew nw who he was. He was your friends, a guy who played with you when you where little.
In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name.
And do I dream again, for now I find. The Phantom of My Dreams in there inside my mind.
He smiled at you, he must love to here you sing. You looked at him curious about where he was leading you. He softly gripped your hand leading you deeper into the woods. He lead you to a lake, where mist shrouded it lightly. His Italian accent picked up.
Sing once again with me. Our Strange Duet. My power over you, grows stronger yet.
And though you turn from me, to glance behind. The Phantom of My Dreams is there, inside your mind.
He sat you down in a boat, and started to row forward. To a tree which seemed to be the center of the place. The night time sounds all seemed to nice. Now you knew you were dreaming. Were you?
Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear.
I am the mask you wear, he picked up, It's me they hear.
Now the real duet begins.
Your/My spirit and Your/My voice in one combined.
The Phantom of My Dreams is there, inside Your/My mind!
The song seemed so alive, your heart couldn't contain itself. It skiped a beat ever time you hear dhim sing. Your cheeks were red now, he softly touched your cheek. Now they were even redder.
He's there, The Phantom of My Dreams.
You let out a high note, your heart fluttered inside.
Sing my Angel of Dreams.
A little higher you went. Like he had a power over you, you hade to listen to him.
Sing my, Angel!
You didn't how he was doing this, but didn't care anymore. A little higher you went.
Sing for me.
Who was this guy? He seemed so strangely familer to you. You went higher, but now your highest note yet.
SIng Me Angel! Sing For Me!
You hit your highest note. His eerie Italian accent echoed with the note. As he helped you out of hte boat, and it ended. He smiled at you, please. He touched your face with a smooth, gloved hand.
"Bella~ What a lovely voice you have." he told you, red returnign to your cheeks.
"Who are you?" he smiled at you, his hand pulling you to the tree.
"Who am I? I am your Dream Angel." he told you, who was this guy really. Why was he playing mind games with you? How did he know that was your favorite song off of the movie?
"Where you watchig Phantom of the Opera with me?" you asked him, he nodded to you with a smirk. His hand gripping yours. He pulled you closer, his hadn was deathly cold.
"Yes Bella~ Now that you are here, I don't plan on letting you go." he said, now this was getting a little too weird for a dream.
"No this is a dream." you said, he picked up your chin and made you look into his eyes. Under the mask a pale eye shined on your face. You whimpered, he put a finger on your mouth.
"Shh~ Don't be scared Bella~" he whispered to you, his fingers tracing you lips. You felt the need to smile and blush, but this guy was a psycho. You backed away form him.
"This is a dream." you said ot him, he frowned. Then smirked, his hand gipping your with a frim, iron grip. It started to hurt you. He craddled your cheek with his other.
"Yes Bella~ This is a dream, but when one is a Dream Reaper...." your eyes went wide, he gripped his mask and took it off. His face was that of a heartless, half hsadows crawled over it. Letting off whips of black smoke.
"What are you" you cried, tears of fear steaming down your face. He whipped away a tear tat fell. Then leaned into your ears.
"I am your Reaper of Dreams." he said to you slowly, he hand touching your cheast with love.
"Stay with me my Angel of Dreams." he commaned to you, his power was stronger then your will. This was making you dizzy. You felt yourself growing weaker. He caught you al you fell down.
He smirked strocking your (h/l) (h/c) between his fingers. His glove pealed away to show a claw shapped hand. Shadwos lached up to the elbow. He took fo teh robe and let it hand up. His leg was had to same this up to his sides.
He smield at you. Carrying you to a soft spot in the grass. He layed you down gently in it, making your head lean on his shoulder. Your breaths where soft and smooth. He smiled at your pleasure.
"Oh Bella~ I am not planning on ever letting you leave." he said to your sleeping form.
"Where that fool want you for your fame. I want you for your love." he leaned into your face, your lips inches apart.
"Stay with me, forever, Bella~ My Angel of Dreams~" as his lips touched your, your faith was sealed. You where his, weather you liked it or not.
Yeha I was watching Phantom of the Opera and this came to mind. I hope you like it. It took a long time to make.