A/N: This is my first fanfiction, so I would appreciate reviews. My Erik is Leroux influence but a little bit lighter than Leroux's Erik. Thanks so much for reading! :)
The night has always been kind to me. She graces me with the beauty no one else gets to see. The night hides away my monstrosity and makes me feel like a normal human. The moon sheds a delicate light on me while her sister uses her light to bring me under harsh scrutiny. The night is the only lover I've ever known.
The darkness would softly caress me and the moon's light would kiss me upon my bare face, showing me love that no one else could. The stars would listen attentively to my every sorrow and twinkle sympathetically. I dread the day. The daylight's unpleasant light imprisons me inside, reminding me of the monster that I am and the love I will never have. The only desire I've ever had is to have a living wife who can love the monster that I am. But I know that that's all it'll ever be, a desire, for who could learn to love a beast.
Anytime I was forced into the public view people would stare at me. I became use to it but, I could never become immune to it. I knew I didn't belong, how could I? I am a hideous beast that is worse than anything that a nightmare could conjure up. That is the reason I decided to live under the Opera Populaire. I was tired of people and their vain thoughts. I would be grateful to look normal, I wouldn't have to be handsome, just normal but God decided to curse me instead. The sound of footsteps made me aware that Nadir was making his way down to my abode for another one of his visits.
"How are you today my friend?" Nadir asked.
I groaned, how could I have forgotten that today was Sunday? The day Nadir decides to annoy me with his presence. I was very tempted to ignore him, not in the mood to be sociable but sighed in resignation, knowing that Nadir would just make himself at home, no matter what. The man is too stubborn for my liking.
"I have told you that I do not have any friends. You are only an annoying presence that insists on visiting me every Sunday. You have seen that I am still alive, you may leave now." I replied with my usual response. In some strange way I did enjoy Nadir's company but I would never tell him, otherwise he would visit more often.
"Oh come now, you know you enjoy my company. Now stop being an old grouch and set up the chess board while I go make us some tea."
I bristled at the command but reigned in my temper. I would enjoy beating him at chess today. I turned around to start setting up the beautiful chess set that I made one day when I became restless.
"Well somebody is eager to start playing today. You must want to get beaten by the master of chess. Speaking of mastery how is your opera?" Nadir inquired as he set the tea tray down.
"I merely want you out of my house faster so that it will be peaceful here once more." I ignored his second question not wishing to discuss it. My opera is not something I wished to discuss. It is my sacred temple, the place where I can get lost in the music I create and not have to worry about having to find my way out. The music I create is beautiful and it is the only thing that will be beautiful about me. I will never find anything as beautiful as music or the night's beauty.
