Hi! This is my first fanfiction! I'm super excited about it! Please keep in mind that this is my first fanfic, so please be nice. This is mostly going to be movie/ musical based but I do call The Phantom Erik so…
And if you had this idea before me please take no offence. I just had this idea pop into my head one day. I was no coping you.
I do not own anything. Andrew Lloyd Webber and Gaston Leroux bet me to it.
(Music of the Night lyrics are all Andrew Lloyd Webber's)
Say You Love Me
Chapter One
It was a girl. A lucky little girl born with talents like her parents'. And she was called Colette.
Christine was awfully happy when Colette was born. She had always wanted a girl. Raoul felt the same way. Even though months before the birth he was convinced it was a boy. For he had a dream with a young man talking to a young woman in an opera house. Raoul thought for sure that the boy was his son.
"It's going to be a girl! I'm sure of it!" Christine exclaimed one day. She patted her swollen stomach with pride.
Raoul smiled. "A boy. We can hope for a girl all we want but I think it will a boy."
"Do you wanna bet?" Christine smirked.
"You know I do," Raoul replied.
"Who ever wins gets to name our daughter."
So when the midwife announced it was a girl Christine grinned with triumph. Christine had always wanted to name her daughter Colette.
Now it was eve, a few months after Colette's birth. Christine held her newborn in her arms singing very softly, almost in a whisper. As the rocked in the rocking chair.
"Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses…
The power of the music of the night…"
. . .
One year. It had been one year since Christine had left Erik. He knew. The only way to get through all of the dark days alone was to think of her. After another opera house had been constructed Erik decided to become a part of society. He composed melodies and operas still. Erik had become a bit of a celebrity in Paris.
But Erik was still alone.
At night he liked to take walks. It helped him clear his mind and plan future operas. But this night he never knew would change him forever.
There was a cry. Erik ignored it. Like his mother had ignored his cries. This cry, however, made Erik want to rush to it. Maybe even comfort it. Who would want to have himself comfort him though? Even though Erik was a celebrity in Paris, he was still a monster. Erik always wore a mask. At first he got quite a few strange looks but now no one cared. This cry… A child's cry… It called him.
Erik turned to the corner. At the far end was a basket. When he moved closer the wail became louder. Erik looked inside the basket to find a fussy, red faced infant. He scoped up the basket. A piece of paper fell out. Erik set the basket down again and picked up the paper.
Someone please take my son. I cannot care for him. Give him a name and a home, please. Please.
Erik looked back at the child. If Christine were in his situation she would gladly take the child. For a second Erik wondered if Christine had any children with that Raoul, he hated. But a scream from the baby brought him out of his head.
"I think that was a high g, my boy," Erik whispered to the little boy.
The baby cooed after Erik said his remark, making Erik smile.
"Henri. Yes you are definitely a Henri, my son." Erik scoped the basket and Henri up.
"Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live as you've never lived before…"
Children blessed lives.
Thanks for reading! It really means a lot to me.