Okay, well, welcome to my first fanfic story to be uploaded here. I will not be updating as frequently as I'd like to, since I'm co-writing this with a friend, and she just happens to be on a looong vacation right now. When she gets back I hope to update faster. Right now the plot is boring since it's basically just a re-wording of the original, but I promise it will change later, and have some interesting... surprises. Yes, slash surprises, so don't be shocked. But nothing R rated. Oh, and I don't own these characters, no matter how much I wish I do. Especially Erik. hugs Erik
Chapter One
After her performance, I watched as Christine went down the steps to the chapel. I hoped to have a discussion with her, but as I began to speak, her friend Meg came into the room. I felt as though Christine was ignoring me, because as soon as Meg walked through the door, she acted like she didn't even remember that I was there.
"Where in the world have you been hiding?" Meg asked in a playful sing-song voice. Strangely, Christine answered the question in perfect key. I had taught her well, indeed. The two women, it seemed, were talking about me. Apparently Christine thinks I'm her father… I'll definitely have to work on that. Though it is flattering, I want her to view me with passionate love. Not daughterly love.
Christine and Meg talked (if you can call it that. Everyone in this Opera House sings nonstop) for a while, and when they were through, Christine left for her dressing room. I decided I would have to catch up with her there, but soon found that, yet again, she was otherwise engaged in conversation. This time it was with a funny looking boy with hair that he kept fixing… like his life depended on it. As Christine talked to him, she seemed more impatient than anything, but I could see that this was not the case with the boy, who was eyeing her rather hungrily. Who did he think he was, looking at my angel like that? I would have to find out more about this insolent boy. Soon, though, Christine pushed him out of the room, and I was finally free to have a word with her.
I had just decided (after seeing this boy, who thought he was my competition. Ha!) that tonight would be the night I would show Christine who I really am; a living, breathing, and possibly even loving man; as opposed to just a random opera ghost. I didn't really have time to think it out, but no matter. With my brains, I was sure to handle it all perfectly. And, of course, I did. I took my lovely angel down to my humble home, and entranced her with my music. There was the minor detail of her fainting, however. When that happened, I did what I could. I made sure she was as comfortable as possible, even removing her shoes and stockings so her feet would not become sore. Then I sat in the room for a while as she slept. Mostly I sat there and reflected, but my thoughts were often disrupted by Christine's mumbling in her sleep. She mumbled about me a bit, which was flattering. I hoped she was having some… exotic… dreams. But even more, she mumbled about her friend Meg, which I thought was somewhat odd. But maybe I was just being too egotistical. Why wouldn't she dream of her best friend?
Eventually I became bored of waiting for Christine to wake up, so I sat down to my organ to play some music. That seemed to awaken her, though, because a few minutes later she was walking towards me with a dazed look on her face. Ah, Christine! Even with such a childish expression like that on her face, she was beautiful. If only she could love me… But as I sat there, gazing at her as she gazed at me, she did the most horrible thing a person could do.