This is my first ever Fanfiction. Sorry if isn't that good, but I wrote it and thought it was a shame to waste it. Please read it and I'd appreciate any feedback, even negative.

Thank you for reading.


Rouge wandered around the forgotten building. This had always been her home, always. The master had always been her, until he disappeared.

Where was he now? This was when she needed him. Because of what she was, she could not control people like the master could. All she wanted was for the people to leave.

A massive poster appeared in front of her. It had an elephant on it. She hated elephants. She had never forgotten the incident during Hannibal when the elephant had nearly killed her. She hated elephants. The poster was sold to him. The man that had caused her master such misery.

As she sat through the next insignificant item, she realised that she knew exactly what was going on. No-one knew she did, who would expect her to? She couldn't even speak, but she knew. And she knew that it was Christine who had hurt her master so badly that he left for America, never to return. She would be with him soon, somehow. Something about the Master turned her thoughts into inexplicable whirls of emotion. Something about the Master made her feel at home. She needed him back.

Just as she was caught up in these thoughts, she realised that the auction had carried on without her knowledge and arrived at the item that she had been waiting for.

"Lot 665, ladies and gentlemen: a papier-mache musical box, in the shape of a barrel-organ. Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian robes playing the cymbals.
This item, discovered in the vaults of the theatre, still in working order."

Rouge had woken up everyday of her life to the sound of that monkey. The sound of the musical box playing made all the memories come flooding back.

She watched intently from her favourite hiding place at the side of the stage behind the curtain as the bidding war ensued. Madame Giry was one of the bidders. She was Rouge's only friend now. Rouge was far from beautiful, she had lost a leg in an accident and people looked at her in disgust, the Master had loved her though. Thinking of him brought back the feel of his hand on her red hair, his kiss on her little head. He understood her pain. The other bidder was him, again: Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny. And yet again, he won. Rouge watched with shining eyes as he took hold of the box in his withered hands.

As he gazed at it in child-like wonder, Rouge saw his lips move ever so slightly, as if he was murmuring to himself. The emotion in his eyes calmed the anger in hers. He was nothing but a defenceless old man in a wheelchair now. Not like he had once been.

The auctioneer had now moved onto the next item. Just as Rouge was hobbling away, she heard the words that meant more to her than anything in the world: "The Phantom of the Opera." She peeked out from behind the curtain and, for the first time in 10 years, layed eyes on the grand wreckage that was the shattered chandelier. She could sense the fear behind the auctioneer's words, she knew that he thought there may be some remnants of the Phantom in the Opera Garnier. The Master had never been the object of anything but fear. But Rouge knew there was nothing to be scared of. The chandelier was merely a token of his love for his muse, Christine Daae.

Rouge loved him...