Yeah… my first phanphic. xx Based on a story/fantasy I've had in my head. Mostly based on the book, and also on 'Phantom' by Susan Kay. Please review:D
The normal type font is Amelia's view, and the italicized font it Erik's… diary?... naw… journal… mind. Or whatever.
PotO characters © Grand Master: Leroux
Amelia loved jewelry. She especially loved digging in bins at yard sales looking for antique jewelry. Perhaps this hobby started the hole chain of events.
It wasn't that dazzling of a ring. A gold band, with a single crystal embedded into it. Glass, she supposed. Maybe a gem. Yet is was the word engraved on the inside of the band that made her pay the 50 cents for the ring. A foreign word, but of what language she couldn't tell.
She brought her treasure home, and put it on, admiring it on her ring finger. The gem twinkled in the dim light of her room, winking at her as she moved her hand back and forth.
That's when she felt it.
A lurch at her stomach, like she was being pulled by her belt loops by a ghost. It pulled harder and harder, and finally Amelia fell into a deep blackness, swearing she heard a haunting melody in the back of her head.
The most shocking discovery today. It seems a goddess from the ancient Greeks has washed up on the shore of my dreary little lake.
I discovered her while returning to my home this evening. She lay wet and unclothed on the slippery black stones in front of my door, the colour of ivory like a statue of Venus. She was unconscious as well. I don't know what madness led me to it, but I brought the wilted creature inside, covered her up with the unused linens in the spare bed, and left her alone. I dare not touch her.
I know this surreal dream will end when the poor thing wakes to find her rescuer. Or perhaps her captor.
Oh what a fool I've been! How can I let her go now? Now that she's seen my only sanctuary in this cold world.
Or perhaps she will simply fly back to her home in heaven, and leave me be down here in hell.
All I do know is that I feel this has been a grave mistake.
Naked! Amelia's brain kept screeching it. How the hell did I get naked? Her face flushed. She remembered a silent strong man pick her up and put her in these cool bed sheets. She felt too embarrassed to move.
Her surroundings were grand and lavish. Victorian furniture lined the room, as well as fresh red roses and candles in golden holders. She pondered stealing some of these gorgeous artifacts, but decided against it.
Getting up from the giant bed, Amelia tiptoed softly to the wardrobe in the corner of the room. She opened it to find a variety of beautiful old fashioned dresses, petticoats, corsets, and other things she couldn't quiet define. She pulled out a long sheer nightgown and slipped it on. Figure they'd rather have me in their clothes instead of prancing around naked, she thought.
She took a deep breath, standing in front of the bedroom doors. How embarrassing, this whole occasion. She'd just apologize, and kindly ask to use the phone. She didn't try to figure out how she got here, only how she'd explain it to her mom on the way home.
She turned the glass doorknob and opened the door.
A mask. A man in a black mask! Oh Jesus, Amelia thought, I've been captured by a psycho rapist killer. He was sitting at a piano, scrawling on some paper quiet franticly.
The main room was decorated as the bedroom was. There were artifacts from around the world scattered here and there, and a Siamese cat was slinking around the man's feet, eyeing Amelia suspiciously.
Amelia stood in awkward silence for a moment, deciding to speak or not. Finally she managed to squeak, "Excuse me?"
The man jumped a little and spun around. "Vous êtes éveillé…" he said, mildly surprised. Amelia noted his voice was like velvet.
"Ummm, do you speak English?"
"A little," the man said in an accented voice.
"May I use you're phone?"
The man looked puzzled.
"PHONE?" Amelia said, a little louder, making a hand motion by her ear, like she was speaking to a deaf child.
The man still looked bewildered.
Great, Amelia thought, I wish I could understand French.
"Je ne sais pas ce qu'êtes vous talking about," the man continued.
What? Amelia stood stunned. I can speak French now?
"Je suis une banane chaude," Amelia said, testing her instincts of what to say.
The man looked even more puzzled, then laughed. "I think you should lie down some more."
Amelia's cheeks flushed. Crap. He understood. "Where am I?" Amelia asked.
The man didn't answer, but he stood from his chair. Holy God, he looked shorter sitting down. "I am afraid I can not tell you."
"Are you kidnapping me?" Amelia said nervously.
The mans eyes grew sad. "Perhaps I am."
"Please take me back! My mom will worry about me."
"I'm sorry," he repeated.
Amelia felt tears forming. She'd be like those girls they talked about on Lifetime who made the wrong mistake and were never seen again. Great.
"What is your name then?" she demanded.
"My name? My name is Erik."
Chapter 2 soon to come! I have it all planned out. MURHURHUR. X3