Disclaimer: First off, I do not own The Phantom of the Opera or anything related to it. (unless its my own work of course!)
This is the first chapter of a story that I had submitted a long time ago, its been about two years now. I have re-worked the first chapter and added a few things. I am not a fanfic writer, I just do this for fun. I know my work is crap so you don't have to tell me. I just do it for the fun of it, so read, comment, and enjoy.
"Today is like any other," Erik thought to himself as he gathered his hat and cloak to disembark from his home. He crossed the threshold of his front door and moved swiftly to the boat anchored on the near-by dock. He took the boat today because he knew that he was going to need it after his trip to the market. Once a month Erik made a trip to the market place to secure the items for the coming weeks. He would always go in the early morning for there were less people about to stare at him. After making it safely to the other side, Erik secured the gondola to the dock on the shore opposite his house and began his ascent to the street level.
As he made his way to the rue Lafayette, Erik noticed a women and her small child walking in front of him. He kept his distance from the two, least he be spotted and then have to take a detour to the market. Judging by their chosen path, they too were on their way to the market. Erik noted that it was a bit odd for a young woman and her child to be out this early, yet attributed it to the fact that she must have wanted an early start to the day. Before his mind could finish his reasoning the young women, who seemed no older than 25 was suddenly being taunted by a group of young men.
Obviously trying to ignore their cries, the young women motioned for her daughter to continue on their journey without taking notice. However, those who were taunting her would not let her go so easily. "So you are out with that evil child of yours?" said on of the boys. Another added," do you know who the father is? Or is your daughter going to be an outcast all of her life?" Erik, upon hearing this outburst, immediately diverted his attention to the young women. The young women tried in vain to ignore them and move on, but they would not let her go so easily. One advanced on her, and she began to get a little nervous by the man's inclosing proximity. Erik still maintained his distance, but continued to watch as the young woman tried to walk faster yet failed to avoid the advancing man.
Driven by the women's reaction to his advance, young man delivered a blow to the women's head upon saying "we are talking to you women! Why won't you answer our questions about your bastard child?" Erik was then taken aback by this sudden outburst on the part of the young man. His mind began to race with various questions all ending abruptly with another blow to the woman's head. "I am speaking to you!" roared the youth. Seeing that unless there was an intervention, the young man was going to kill the woman. Erik quickly surveyed the area for other people, but due to the early hour of the morning found none. Erik decided that he was to take it upon himself to do something. Before the young man knew what was happening, Erik had his lasso around the man's neck. In a brief moment he was dead. Dead before he hit the ground. The others looked with fright upon their friend's corpse and then to his executioner.
The group of young men then fled the scene leaving Erik alone with a young unconscious woman, her child, and a corpse. Seeing that this was not the best place to be in when Paris awoke, he reluctantly took it upon himself to take the woman and her child home. The child, who throughout the entire ordeal remained quite, yet she glanced upon Erik with questioning eyes as he took her hand and lead her through the Rue Scribe entrance of his underground domain.