A.D.- I am only going to say this once. I can not and do not claim rights to any Phantom of the Opera characters. Those rights belong solely to Gaston Leroux
It was raining in Paris. Erik thought that the weather matched his mood perfectly. Not more than an hour ago, his love had left him for a rich man with a title. "I should have let Raul and the Persian die while I had the chance", thought Erik. Christine had pleaded with him, promised to be his wife, if he would only spare Raul's life. Erik had let Christine go. "Why did I let her go? Oh why did I let her go?" cried the Phantom. "I was her Angel, her poor little Erik. She was my world!" Erik returned to his home under the Paris Opera House. He lived five stories below the rest of the world, five stories below civilization, and everything he had once loved.
"If I can no longer be an angel, I will become the Phantom once more. The fools running my theater have not seen the last of me. I shall rule in the Opera once more. The fools running my theater have not seen the last of me. I shall rule in the Opera once more!" decided the Phantom. When Erik returned, he found Madame Giry locked in a room. Erik felt a little guilty, for he knew she was locked up because of him. "Is there no end to the pain I've caused?" asked Erik as he entered the room. "You have shown me nothing but kindness, and they lock you in here because of me!" "You've grown up Erik. The last time I saw you, you were only sixteen, and I twenty." replied Madame Giry. "Oh, Margaret, I have missed you. Shall we go now?" "But what of Meg?" "We won't be gone long, and besides, she's sixteen now, Margaret.