All roads lead to Paris
NOTE: This is a story I'm hoping will go on for a while. I apologize if I make any mistakes. I realize I need to start writing again. I also had to make a new account because I couldn't get into my old one. so here it is. a new story. Its Gaston Leroux based. this is a short chapter I know but I was so anxious to get this story out! I know the saying is "All roads lead to Rome" but it made more sense to me if I put Paris instead. Enjoy and please don't forget to review on the way out! Merci!
DISCLAIMER : I do not own Phantom of the Opera, Gaston Leroux does. If I did, XD.
As the train left the station, I waved goodbye to my mother through the window, "I love you." she mouthed and blew a kiss to me. "I love you too." I replied. Leaving Rouen wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I'm a grown woman now, I can take care of myself.
It's amazing how fast we grow-up.
I remember the little girl who loved to play all the time. she would dream up friends, because she never really had any of her own. One day I discovered, I really wasn't alone after all. The man in question at a very young age had run a long way from home.
When I found first found out, I went searching for him.
It had started raining when I was still searching the forest for him. I screamed when the lighting began to hit. That's when someone came looking for me. When they found me they took me back to my mother. My mother forbid me to ever mention my brother again. my poor brother, whom I was named after. Like I am some kind of replacement.
She named me Erika. Every time I hear it I think of my brother. she told me he was a monster. but I disagree. she told me of his deformity. I feel like he is simply... unique. "God must have a purpose for him." I always think to myself. "Everyone has a purpose on this earth." I always say. My purpose; to love others, to bring joy into one's life, to edify and build-up another person. and to sing. I've been hired at the Paris Opera, I'll be the new girl starting in the chorus line.
The conductor interrupted my thoughts..."Excuse me everyone, we shall be arriving in Paris in approximately 10 hours. so please hang-in there." I sighed and took out a book I had brought for safe keeping. Pit and the Pendulum. by Edgar Allen Poe.
In the middle of the ride, I had overheard two gentlemen talking about the Opera ghost. I've heard of him in the news papers. that's part of why I wanted to sing at the Paris opera. My mother suggested some place like Italy. But I've always been attracted to Paris.
I heard the men saying, he was horribly disfigured, and always giving the ballet girls a freight. also that he had recently kidnapped a chorus girl. My mother is worried, but I'm not the least bit afraid.
Erik's P.O.V
"They did what!?" I asked furiously.
"It's true." said Daroga.
"Those fools! Did they even consider consulting with me first?" I was outraged.
"They still think your some cruel joke." replied the Daroga. I paced the floor furiously.
"Before things get out of hand, maybe you should give her a chance? see how it goes. she is only in the chorus after all." Daroga persuaded. I sat down next to the fire.
"Perhaps." I pondered. "Maybe she could distract Christine from that boy."
"Erik." Daroga warned.
"No, Daroga your right, I should give the girl a chance."
"God help us all." said Daroga.
"by the way, Daroga?" I asked.
"Yes?" he responded seemly freighted.
"What is her name?" I asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" he laughed.
Note: Like I said I know its short, and maybe a little boring. but aren't a lot of first chapters? but I have more coming! I just really wanted to start with Erika's story line. Speaking of which tell me what you think in your review. I will write more about Erik and also some shipping will later be involved. E/C All the way! Thank you for reading. I promise more. I'd like to post everyday or every 2 days if possible.