This is my first attempt at POTO fanfiction. Just an idea that has been bugging me for a while. I might continue it, I might not. It would definitely end up as a Meg/Erik story.
No flames from Christine-lovers, please.
-Scarlet
Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera. No copyright infringement is intended.
Background: The night of Don Juan, when Christine ripped the Phantom's mask off, Raoul still shouted "YOU!" but this time… he pulled out a gun. Before the Phantom could make his swift getaway through the trap door, Raoul takes a shot… but misses and kills Christine. Raul is charged with manslaughter and is locked away. The Phantom slinks back to his lair; heartbroken, depressed, and more lonely than ever. Not even music can sooth his sorrow. Who can help him learn how to live and love again?
The Phantom taps out an unfamiliar melody on his organ. All music now is blurred and distorted; the Angel of Music is dead. And with her, his soul. His music.
Her last words still right clear in his mind...
*Flashback*
Blood was everywhere. He continuously called her name. The gathering crowd droned on in the background. She would not turn her head to his voice. The wound in her chest continued to stain her costume crimson red.
"Angel," she barely whispered, "it's dark… the music…"
The Phantom gave a woeful cry as the crowd dragged him away from her lifeless body.
*End*
The Phantom felt his heart die once again. "…the music…"
A sob ripped through his chest as he pictured her perfect face. "…the music…"
"It's over now," the Phantom sang softly, "the music of the… night."