The Kitten of the Opera
A/N: I do not own any of the characters except the ones I made up.
Prologue:
Our story begins at the end. It could not be done any other way for the end is as much a mystery as the beginning and middle.
Take yourself to back in time to 1943, you stand in a graveyard about five miles outside of Paris, France. Look past all of the stone angels, saints, crosses and figures of Mary and the Lord.
There, in the very back corner, partially hidden by a clump of trees, you see it. A plot is earth, a grave, relatively new as it has little grass growing over it. There is no true marker, only a small stone roughly carved with the name Erik upon it.
A small creature sits at the base, staring down at the engraving. A black cat with a patch of white over the right side of his face and a scar down his nose is what you see. He looks as if he could be no more than two years old and is perfectly sleek and clean.
Why his fascination with this place instead of another you might ask? That, my dear friend, comes later in the story.
Everything begins to blur now, until you can see only the cat's face.
Time is being rewound so that you may see what happened.
You are being taken back to the year 1883 so that you may fully understand what I have just showed you…