Dear Readers,
It seems you have stumbled upon my humble Phan fiction, this is my first time writing one, and am hoping all goes well, since I normally only write poetry. So, for your enjoyment, I present, Awaiting Love Chapter One.
Your Obediant Servant,
Kagome
P.S. Review please! Your feedback is very important to me!
A man sat in the darkened corner of a Parisian tavern, scribbling furiously in a leather bound journal. He was dressed casually in black pants and a red silk shirt, a black cloak hung loosely around his shoulders and he wore an ebony mask where there had once been a white one. However, the former phantom of the opera had changed little in the two years since the day she had left him. Erik paused in his writing long enough to realize this and snatched the untouched glass of wine from the table before him. He drank deeply, emptying the glass before setting it back down. Almost absently he reached into his cloak and stroked the Punjab lasso he kept there, briefly wondering if today was the day he should use it to end his miserable existence.
"No," Erik thought, "I'm no coward."
It was during the thirty seconds or so when all this occurred, that a young woman entered the tavern. Erik's gaze was drawn to her as her silvery gray eyes glanced around nervously. He took in the deep violet dress she wore that went gracefully with her movements, and the deep chocolate brown hair that she wore up in a loose bun. She seemed as if she were looking for someone when her gaze rested on him. Noting the mask, she made her way towards the corner table where Erik was seated.
Erik looked up at the woman who now stood in front of the table where he was seated. "Excuse me, monsieur?" she said, wringing her hands. Erik noticed the melodic tone to her voice and wondered if she had ever had singing lessons.
"Can I help you mademoiselle?"
"Would you be Monsieur Erik? I was told that I could find him here."
"Well, mademoiselle, it seems you have found him , what is it you want from me?"
"Madame Giry contacted me and said she knew a dear friend that needed somewhere to go, you, so I've come to offer you a place to stay at my home...it's quite large, and rather lonely with no one but myself and a few servants."
Erik looked at the woman before him with disbelief brewing in his mind. Had Madame Giry really referred to him as a "dear friend"? True she had been doing all she could to help him since the Opera House had burnt, but asking some woman to take him in? It sounded quite ludicrous to Erik, however it dawned on him that Madame Giry might be putting this woman before him in an attempt to get his mind off Chri - her. Erik sighed. "Do you know who I am mademoiselle?" Erik asked. "Yes," the woman replied, "Madame Giry filled me in on much of your tale."
"And despite knowing who I am, a monster, a murderer, you would still willingly take me into your home?"
"Y-yes, Monsieur." she said.
"You do not sound so sure, mademoiselle."
"I am sure, my home is open to you, Monsieur Erik." she nodded decisively as if to add emphasis to her statement. Erik smiled vaguely, "Well then if we are to live together then we should call each other by our first names. Call me Erik. And your name, mademoiselle?"
"My name is Inara," she said smiling.