Disclaimer: I do not own "The Phantom of the Opera" original plot, nor its famous characters. Although soon you will read of new ones that are of my own creation.
A/N: For those of you have already started to read my story, I have been doing some re-editing. It is still the same story, just fixed up more to my liking. I also found a few kinks that needed to be fixed. For any new readers, enjoy.
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Chapter One
Alone In Darkness
Just after Christine Daae fled with Raoul de Chagny, away from Erik's home within the Opera Populaire's cellars.
The glass shattered. The cloth fell behind him, covering the hole to a hidden tunnel to which he had just entered. Erik had just lost the only thing in which he had ever cared for. No! Ever loved. Christine, she left him, and was now gone, out of his life forever.
As Erik progressed down the cold, dark hallway he could hear the sounds of the mob just now entering his home. As strong as he was, he knew he could not over-power them all. Fleeing was his only option, so he continued walking. He kept walking even as he saw a small gleam of light appeared up ahead. He kept walking even as he came out onto the streets of Paris and all the while lost in his own thoughts. I will never see my Angel again. My Angel is gone. My soul is gone. How am I to go on? How am I, this creature of darkness, going to survive?
"I have nothing left." He muttered to himself. "Christine was my only real means of living. Her life, her soul, was me. And now that she is gone..." He choked on his own words.
Emptiness and loneliness was all he could feel. He was now alone in the world once again. Erik had literally nothing left. The few material belongings that he owned were back in those cellars. Those cellars that were now over-runned by a mob that would surely kill him if he returned.
He felt naked walking down the streets now with nothing and no one. A sudden breeze brushed against his face.
"My mask!" He suddenly remembered. He had left it back within his home at the opera.
Afraid of someone seeing his abhorric face, he darted into an alley. He shuddered. Without his mask he now truely felt naked. He feared that if someone saw his face that they would scream at the sight of him and oh how he hated to hear them scream. Their screams would echo through his entire body constantly reminding him of how hideous he looked.
"But not her. Not Christine." Erik wept.
Christine was able to look into his face. Not once had she screamed, terrified at times, yes, but never screamed. She was the only living being whose voice never shattered his heart because of his face, she never spat words of disgust to him. She only saw him as a man, as a human being, not a 'thing' as so many had called him.
A memory flashed into his mind. No. Chistine was not the only one. There had been another, two as a matter of fact and they were both women. Women of course being the worst to hear scream. Still, there had been two. One of them being the first to ever show him kindness. Protecting him from the world of cruelties. She had been the one who had first introduced him to what he learned to call 'home'. This woman was the one who had brought Christine into his life when her father had died. Madame Giry. She was one who he allowed himself to call a 'friend'. She who he could trust in.
"Can I still trust her? Will she still be kind to me?" He asked himself quietly.
He still sat there motionless, so as not to catch any eyes. Sitting on the cold cobblestone of the alley, he contemplated to himself on what to do next.
"Pathetic! How is it that I came to be like this? Dragged down by a silly child. No! Destroyed. She has destroyed me." He was argueing with himself now. Rage began to block out all positive thoughts, rage and hatred.
"I was a fool to think that anyone could actually love me. Well never again. I will not let a thing such as love pull me down."
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A/N: You will notice these first few chapters will be a wee bit short. Do not fret. The chapters grow longer as the story continues to progress. I promise. Please review.