Paper Doll Orphan – Introduction / Prologue

The pairings are Erik/Christine, Chrisitne/Raoul and a side of Andre/Carlotta.
The rating is generally PG-13. Due to probable violence, upcoming insults (between Raoul and Carlotta??) and such.
Plus, for those who don't want sentimental/long descriptions...the first few chapters may appear hell-ish.


And please post/comment on stuff other than fragment sentences, spelling, grammar, verb tense mistakes. Oh, and I do also accept flames (coughnotcough) If you do feel like flaming either keep it to your deviant self, or message me. That is...if you dare try to defy my wrath (haha).


Oh! Damn...I knew that I forgot to mention something...this is after the movie/broadway thingy-ending...I didn't see the movie, so don't ask me random questions like "Gerry's so hot...don't you think?" I've only seen the sexy man in Timeline...so yeah. cough I just saw the Broadway production in August (Hugh Panaro played the Phantom...).

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The rain beat heavily against the window panes at the summer villa. It had been raining for three consecutive days and it seemed like mother nature's wrath hadn't given up. Nor did Christine' soul. She longed to return to the Opera house back in Paris, but Raoul always had the last word. This irritated Christine because she no longer felt free; she couldn't wander the gardens of the De Chagny estate without an escort, she had to stay in the villa to supervise the servants, and above all, she was not to sing.

"How could he do this to me?" she asked herself presently.

Nothing seemed like a fairy tale...but with--she paused and delicately placed her hand to her mouth in fear of uttering the name which Raoul despised. Christine had been keeping to herself since Raoul left for business, which was nearly a week ago. She hoped that upon his return, he would bring back the favorable weather. She sighed and missed his presence, his smile and cheerful footsteps. Since Raoul left, she felt like as if her life was fading away like a flower's blossom. She had also been thinking of Erik, almost every moment. No, not almost...every single heart beat since her journey from Paris to the outskirts of France.

A knock came at the door and Christine invited the servant, Madame Clairvoie, to enter. She was a short maid, who was fond of Christine and cherished her like a daughter. She saw Christine's sorrow and tried to tame it, but was never rewarded.

"Madame, why have you stopped singing? Where has your soul gone to?" she asked.

Christine hadn't sung since Raoul's departure. Of course, the entire staff knew of the Comte De Chagny's conditions towards his fiancée. But who could ever tell the Count that his future bride secretly sang? Christine turned towards the old maid and smiled through reflection.

"I believe that my soul has been eluding me for quite some time..."

It dawned on Madame Clairvoie of the discomforting matter at hand and instead, changed the subject.

"It appears that le Comte De Chagny is to return very soon...and with some guests. This letter came in for you." she handed her a sealed letter, "I must now leave to arrange the bedrooms for the guests. Au revoir, mademoiselle."

The small figure gave a smile and headed out down the hallway after closing the door. Christine looked at the letter and was about to abandon it on her dresser when something caught her eye. Naturally, she would've thought that the letter came from Raoul, but there was something distinctive. She scanned the cursive text and she felt her heart beat like it used to--when it had life. Yes, she saw it now...the way "Daaè" was written, how the "t" in her name conflicted with the following "i". This handwriting was consistent with another's; she tore open the note, to find the initials "OG" on the bottom right...