Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with The Phantom of the Opera (Unfortunately).
The Night I met the Phantom
He tried to kill me.
Well, he does that with everyone he meets. Some people say hello, hi, good morning, bon jour, but he tries to kill you.
You can say it's his way of saying "Hi, nice to meet you," if you are a glass half full kind of person that is.
I guess he took an interest in me when I kicked him in a very sensitive area. When he stopped groaning and looked up, I was gone. I ran like a bat out of hell. While yelling some………. unlady like words over my shoulder.
Maybe that's why he took an interest in me. Because I was unlady like. I mean, no lady has ever kicked the Opera Ghost in the nuts before and ran as fat as I did.
And when I say "Interested", I mean he totally stalked me. Up to the point where I was really pissed off. I always seeing his shadow and hearing his voice. I mean come on, he could be watching me undress or take a bath……..ewwwwww.
Anyway a couple of times I tried to catch him. I would hide and jump out at the slightest movement. He later told me it was quite amusing to watch.
But, anyway after that we became good friends. I'm not saying that was easy. It took about a year for him to open up.
Once he opened up however he was incredibly fun to hang out with (I mean besides from all his temper tantrums.). He was funny in a sarcastic kind of way (Like me) and we played off each other very well. Plus he was deliciously hot.
Oh yeah, forgot about that minor detail.
The Mask.