Hello everyone. this is my first fanfic for Tha Phantom. let me know if you liked it.
I got the inspiration from another story i read, from edka88, many amazing stories.
Enjoy.
The phantom's daughter
Somewhere in one of the dancing parlors of the opera house, a young dancer prepared to leave. She liked to come here, sometimes at night, to dance to the sometimes dark tunes she loved so much. The place, although cold and solitary, reminded her of someone who once, long ago, felt the same way. This opera house was her home. Her mother often sang here, rehearsed in the most passionate of ways and she admired that. But most of all, she admired the tale that went with it. The legend. The famous phantom of the opera who was said to still be lurking around.
She smiled to herself at that thought while putting away the last remnants of her clothing in a canvas bag. She was tall, dark hair and light blue eyes with hits of grey, just like her father's, but her features were those of her mother's. so beautiful, there was no mistaking she was Chirtine Daae's daughter.
On her way out, in the grand foyer, were ancient statutes and paintings adorned all around to greet its patrons, a man approached her. He was well dressed with kind green eyes. He was waiting for her. Viscount Di Changi, one, if not the biggest patrons of this opera house, was admired and even considered one of the most sought out bachelors. He couldn't be much older than her mother so there was certain youthfulness in his features. He was handsome alright, but lacked something she couldn't put her finger on.
"Miss Daae, your performance tonight was to perfection. I bow to you in respect and admiration" he bowed before her and took her hand and brushed a soft kiss on the back of it.
"Monsieur Di Changi, what a surprise to find you here at this hour." she knew him from afar. Had made polite conversation before but there was always an awkward air every time he met her mother. Although his smile always gentle and even sweet, his eyes betrayed the fact that he was in much need to ask questions he didn't dare. He often looked at her but of course not in a romantic interest. No, his eyes were curious and just like now, he seemed to be searching for something.
"I'm afraid I must speak to you my dear. It is something of importance" his eyes were worried. His tone apologetic but that didn't stop him.
"Pertaining what?" she asked, her own curiosity taking over.
"About… who your father is"
She gave him a small smile and blinked a few times. That was indeed a curious way of asking her who her father was. She knew the rumors, she knew people talked behind her back. She knew her mother also heard the rumors but more than once had told her to not pay attention to them. That if she was ever curious, to ask her or her father instead of a stranger.
"Monsieur, I know who my father is and if you know as well, then I'm sure you realize that he wont be too pleased that I'm not home at this late hour… perhaps some other day, when is not so late, I'll be able to spare a few minutes"
"It must be soon dear, please"
"Raoul! How wonderful to see you. Why are you here this late" Said Christine approaching them from behind the staircase. Selene turned to her mother with a smile then back to the viscount and said "Tomorrow, before rehearsal. Come an hour early, I'll be here" Raoul smiled then walked to Christine and took her hand, placed a soft kiss on it with a small bow.
"Christine, as beautiful as always. I was complimenting your daughter in such a delightful performance tonight. She has not only your beautiful looks but your grace and passion while performing. I bow to you both."
"How kind of you Raoul, but I'm afraid we're late for dinner. Please excuse us"
"Forgive me, I do not wish to get you in trouble with your husband" He said the last two words with somewhat disgust. Christine's eyes saddened briefly before turning away. "Good night Raoul" and placed her hands on her daughter's shoulders and walked away.
The next day, at the dancing parlor, in the corner of refreshments, Selene was sipping a glass of water when the Viscount knocked on the open door not wishing to startle the young girl.
"Mademoiselle, I'm so glad to see that you do heed my words."
"Monsieur, let me make something clear. I came is because I am curious to know what do you wish to tell me about my father. If it is the ever going question if my father is indeed the so called Phantom of the Opera House, then I'm sure you know the answer to that."
"my dear, I just want to make you aware the kind of man he is. You're old enough now to know the truth of the things he is capable of"
"Monsieur, don't you think your approach is absurd? don't you think I know who my father is. He is the loveliest man, sweet and caring with the two greatest passions in his life, my mother and his music. And as far as what he's capable of… let me tell you this. He's capable of consoling a child when hurt, of having nothing more that soft loving words no matter how much I tried his patience" Selene was loosing her temper, he could see that. Another of her father's traits.
She caught him looking into her face, her eyes seemed to be the hold of his interest.
"What are looking for Monsieur?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
"I see your mother's face, yet, your eyes…"
"Are my father's. perhaps that can put a damp on your questioning." she said not so polite anymore.
"My dear, what he's done in the past is…"
"Is in the past!…" she glared then signed, closed her eyes and whispered to herself "Father wont be pleased but…" she looked at the viscount straight in the eyes and said without any remorse, any restrain, any shame. "Monsieur, I am very aware of my father's sins. I know what he's capable of and before you ask… I have known for quite some time, so you see, your intents are futile. I am not my mother monsieur Raoul, I am not infatuated with the idea of the Phantom as you seem to think of my mother. I speak of my father, the one that has raised me, the one that more than once spent the night next to my bed waiting for me to get better when I'm sick, even if is just a mere cold. My father who when he didn't know how to console a crying child played his music and in doing so, composed one just for me, as he did with my mother"
"So you're saying that you condone his actions?" the viscount asked in astonishment.
"His actions, Monsieur, every single one of them, tell me the same thing. He wanted to prove a point. When he killed monsieur Bouquet he wanted to prove a point. When he caused the chandelier to shatter was also to prove a point. When he kidnapped my mother, he wanted to prove her a point… and you know what that is Monsieur?" she asked and waited for his answer that never came, so she continued. "The love and passion he felt for my mother, and that he still feels regardless of how long its been. So you see? Trying to denigrate his name, his whole being to me, his daughter, is the worse thing you could have ever done…" she said, anger sipping in her words.
"But dear child, your mother…"
"My mother will be disappointed when she finds out that you have tried to talk to me about my father, her husband , in a less than polite way. She will banned you from her friendship … so if you still value at least that, then I'll suggest you to never speak to me or my mother again. You know the rumors. The Phantom still lurks in this opera house, you wouldn't want to get caught in a dark corner when he's here, there is no telling if you would ever be found." her anger was such. The words escaped her without a second thought. She wanted to feel sorry for her mother's friend, but to be honest with herself, she wasn't in the least. She saw the man before her go pale and muffled a gasp, averted his eyes as if he remembered to look at his surroundings and with a small bow, left the parlor without another word.
The girl saw his retreat with amusement that she hid well. Indeed her father's reputation was a dangerous one, but the nerve the man had had to come forward and suggest her father was less than a gentleman, her own mother's Angel of music, had gotten to her last nerve. She signed and closed her eyes while pinching the bridge of her nose and the small spot between her delicate brows to lessen the tension there.
"Since when do you know" came baritone voice from the shadows behind her. Definitely not pleased. she thought to herself and turned around shyly. A six foot ten man, broad shoulders, strong arms and his hands, although soft and gentle with her, were capable of terrible things, yet his eyes, as piercing and severe as they could be, they held pain and shame.
"I'm sorry daddy" she said and lowered her eyes, not able to look into them anymore.
"You still have not answered my question Selene… when? Who told you?" his voice was angry but still soft.
"Remember the night I came running into your study, crying. Climbed on your lap and took your mask off? And then I held onto your neck until I fell sleep?" The phantom gasped at the realization of her words.
"How can I forget… if it wasn't because you were already crying when you came in, I would have thought you were afraid of what you saw…Selene, that was over ten years ago…who told you… who!?"
"There has always been rumors daddy. But I found old newspaper clippings and such. I was crying because of what I found out"
"You were disappointed" he said in a whisper and started to turn around but she caught his hand.
"Daddy, I wasn't crying because of what you did, but because I realized that no matter what you had done, you were my dad and if mom was as happy as she was because of you, with you, then I had no reason to listen to anything else but… I was afraid you would get mad, that's why I didn't tell you anything"
"Then why did you take my mask off?"
"To show you that I wasn't afraid of you" she said and slipped her arms around his waist. She liked to hug her father every chance she got. For her his hard muscles under his clothing made her feel safe.
He realized that ever since, she had made it a habit of kissing his deformed cheek and not the other one. Always promising a small kiss before putting his mask back on. Now he understood. He hugged her back and kissed the top pf her head.
"Why did you agree to speak to him?" her father asked after a few minutes of silence. She never let go when she answered. "I figured he wanted to get something off his chest. I know he was courting mom at some point…" she felt him stiffen but she held him tighter "I just wanted to cease his intent. I don't like anyone who tries to say my father is a bad man when I know him better" he thought for a moment, letting her words sink in. she felt him relax. She let go of him for a moment but instead of moving away, she reached with her hand and softly pulled his mask off to reveal the hideous half of his face that shamed him, but she seemed to not even notice "I love you so much daddy" she said after placing a soft kiss on his deformed cheek before putting his mask back on.
He realized how lucky he was to have not one, but two women in his life that didn't judge him, didn't care what he looked like or what he had done, but most of all, they loved him unconditionally and he loved them the same way.
He placed a finger under her chin and said "Must you spread that kind of rumors? That one was the cruelest yet."
"Sorry daddy but.. I couldn't help it" she smiled sheepishly and he laughed. He actually laughed she mused and hugged him once more. "I love your laugh daddy"
"And thanks to you I'm getting more wrinkles because of it now go, rehearsal starts soon" he said before kissing her forehead and disappeared into the shadows right before two other girls showed up thru the door.
Selene was smiling to herself when they saw her close to the refreshments in the corner "Hey Selene, don't finish them yet. We have to rehearse, Madam Giri wasn't too pleased the other night"
"I know, I know… but Its not my fault she cooks so delicious, besides, I didn't eat them alone" she said almost pouting at the accusation.
"Sure, the Phantom came and help you, right?" the other girl taunted.
"hmm!" was all Selene said before crossing her arms over her chest, then a sinister laugh resonated in the parlor. The other girls shrieked and left running and stumbled on Madam Giri, when she asked what was going on they said "We heard the Phantom's evil laugh" they were pale as a sheet of paper. She told them to stay put while she investigated. When she entered the parlor, found Selene, arms crossed, shaking her head in disbelief.
"I swear Erick, I don't know which one is worse, your pranks or your daughter's"
"You have to admit it is funny" Said the phantom from the shadows.
"Not when it scares my girls"
"I'm sorry Madame Giri, but Selene is just too much"
"Daddy!" she said offended but notice her teacher almost smiled… almost.
"Now you two quit this instant or I'll be obliged to speak with Christine, have I made myself clear?" said the woman before exiting the room.
"I better go and warn your mother, Madame Giri will tell her anyway" there were a few seconds of silence then he said "You know Selene, from everything you told Raoul about, there is one thing you were mistaken"
"What is that?" she said curiously.
"My second passion is not my music… its you."
"But you love your music"
"I do, but it lost its place after you were born. I love you Selene"
"I love you too daddy"