This is my first short story fanfic thing, anyway it takes place after the tragedy at the Paris Opera House and Christine Daae chose Erik instead of Raoul and they had a son. This is the story of his life and the struggles he faces due to his father being the Phantom of The Opera.

Please review, and submit your thoughts I would appreciate them. Now The Phantom's Heir.

THE PHANTOM'S HEIR

CHAPTER ONE: The Dagger, The Locket, and the Final Farewell

It was a beautiful spring day, the Disaster of the Phantom of the Opera had happened 25 years ago and since then Christine and Erik, had married and had a son. The young teenage boy was now staring at his old playground the same place his father had played so long ago. He and his mother the famous Christine Daae Destler, were going to join his father Erik, who used to and still is known as The Phantom of the Opera, in Africa. As Erik stood staring at the old Opera House which was closed down for good about five years after his birth, he remembered the day that his mother told him about the dagger he had found in his explorations of the catacombs of the Opera House.

Erik had been playing in the Opera House, when some of the other kids came up and started teasing and mocking him, "Hey look it is the Monster's son," Erik knew that what they said wasn't true but he had his father's temper. "Say that to my face, you cowards." he challenged "Why do you play here, trying to be like your horrible, disgusting, murderous...," the older boy didn't finish his sentence, Erik had knocked him down and held the blade of a small dagger near his throat, "Insult my father or family again and I will cut your throat, you vile piece of.."

"ERIK let him up right now, and put that away," Erik stood up with a finale sneer "Yes mother," he said with a sweet smile, but Christine saw right through it, "Help him up right now and apologize." Erik turned to his tormentor and offered a reluctant hand, the fallen boy took it and left as soon as he was on his feet. As Erik watched him run off he smirked with triumph.

Erik turned to his mother who was rubbing her temples in frustration, "Oh, what am I going to do with you," Christine took her son's hand, and led him to a nearby bench, "Why do you fight others so much, you know they don't know the whole story." she said as she cleaned the dirt off of his cheek. After she finished she eyed the dagger, and sighed, "You found your father's old lair beneath the Opera House, didn't you,.. don't deny it." she added quickly when she saw the look in his eye, "That dagger was your father's and he left it behind, in his lair as a promise to me."

Erik looked at the dagger, it had an intricate design carved on the hilt, and the inscription À mon protecteur Phantom, à partir de votre Ange de la musique "For my Phantom Protector, From Your Angel of Music" Erik translated the inscription. "Why did you call him your Protector?" he asked quietly he looked up at his mother, whose eyes were tearing up as she sat fingering her locket that she always wore. "Because as I was growing up, in the Opera House, he after your grandfather died, he always looked out for me, and help me rise to the position of Prima Donna, that is why I was his Angel of Music." she finished explaining

Erik looked at the the locket, "And the Locket?" he loved that story, "Your father gave to me on your first birthday," she answered, taking it from around her neck, "And he had it inscribed, "Pour ma femme bien-aimée et petit fantôme, je vous aimerai toujours, et sera près de votre coeur", Erik smiled, "For my beloved wife and little phantom, I will always love you and will be close to your heart,"

"Erik, Erik, are you coming?" Erik snapped back to reality, in the year 1895 he was 15 years old, and was the exact duplicate of his father, from his hair, his body build, and his love music, but his face was that of his mother's. With a sigh he turned and climbed into the carriage with his mother. "You were thinking about your father weren't you?" she asked, with a look of concern in her gentle brown eyes, Erik shook his head, "I was thinking about that day you told me about the dagger you gave him and the locket he gave you." he replied

As the carriage drove away Erik looked out of the window to get one last glance of his old playground. "Goodbye, Opera Popular." he muttered under his breath and turned away from the window, and began to think of his new life that was waiting for him in Africa with his father.