Disclaimer- I don't own the Phantom of the Opera I only own Ella; my OC. Enjoy.

True Colours

I walk through the school corridors, it's probably midnight. I don't really care. As long as I get away from that stuffy dorm. All the girls hate me. Call me names. I really need to sing. When I feel that I need to sing I can't bear to hold it in. As I walk I feel the scars in my back move; some are still fresh. I hope my teachers don't find me.

They hate me.

I walk into the assembly hall, not even bothering to turn on the lights, I prefer darkness.

I sit on the stage and straighten up. I'm about to start when I hear someone coming. I hoped my absence would go unnoticed but apparently someone noticed. I hear the door open and scream when I realise who it is; Mr. Stone our P.E teacher.

He stares me down, "really Ella? I thought you knew better. This is the first place I would look for you." He pulls out a knife and walks towards me. He holds me down and starts cutting into my back. I can't stop screaming. I'm used to this but it hurts.

Then I hear a voice, "unhand her sir or suffer my wrath."

Who is this voice? Not that I'm unthankful for the intervention.

Mr. Stone runs out taking the bloody knife with him. I am left shaking. I crawl around the stage looking for the loose floor board. Eventually I find it. This has happened often enough; so I decided to hide bandages and hydrogen peroxide (freshly stolen from the nurse).

He hurt me worse than this before. But I might not be able to reach the wounds. Or stay conscious the whole procedure.

"Let me, child." The voice says.

"Wow. I'm going crazy. Hearing voices is the first sign of losing your mind you know?"

A hear a laugh, "no child, you are quite sane. Let me help you."

Only way to make sure this voice is real is to let it help. "Okay."

I am lifted up off the floor by a dark clothed man with a bone white mask. I sort of wish I am crazy.

I cry out when he applies pressure to my back. He repositions his hands and continues to a music room. He opens a mirror there and slips through it. I didn't know it could do that.

My vision is getting blurry but it appears we are under the school.

I'm so tired. Maybe I'll take a nap.

"No sleeping, child. Not yet." He commands.

But it's too late I am drifting into unconsciousness.

Erik's POV

I was walking down the corridor to go to the library when I heard a scream. At first I thought one of the girls in the dormitory had a trick played on the, but then I realised it came from the assembly hall. Who would go there at this time of night? I hear more screams and I rush in to the hall to find a P.E teacher on top of a girl, using a knife to carve into her skin.

"Unhand her sir, or suffer my wrath." I demand. The teacher -Stone I believe- ran off. I watch the girl crawl around the stage for a moment. Why I do not know. Then she pulls out some bandages and a bottle of something. She looks like she's in a great amount of pain.

"Let me, child." I say not wanting her to be hurt further.

"Wow. I'm going crazy. Hearing voices is the first sign of losing your mind you know?" I hear her reply.

I laugh, "no child, you are quite sane. Let me help you." She debates this for a second, "okay."

I walk forward and pick her up temporally forgetting her injuries. I hear her cry out and I move my hands so that I carry her bridal style. I walk through the mirror in my music room. The child's eyes are glassy and unfocused.

"No sleeping, child. Not yet." I warn. If she falls asleep I might not revive her. And then of course she falls unconscious. I carry her to my new lair. Well new by 100 years old. Those dumb gypsies had to curse me with immorality. Well at least there's one thing that doesn't die. My music. After seeing so many people die by my hand I guess it's only fair that I save someone. I lie her across my new horse- my horses are not immortal so I do get new ones every few years- and make him canter to the lair. I hope she hasn't lost too much blood. I will kill that man for this. How dare he harm a young girl. I saw her flinch when I came towards her it looked involuntary. That is something I'll ask her about. If she lives. I drag her off Nike (my horse) and put her on my bed, face down. I read the instructions on the bottle and screw off the cap. I pour some on her and I hear her scream.

"Sir! You're meant to apply it in small amounts! OWWWWW!" She then repeats it in French, Spanish, German, Chinese and Latin. She stumbled a bit with Chinese.

"My apologies, I speak all those languages so just pick the one you speak best." I say. Slight lie, I don't speak Chinese but I doubt she will pick that one.

"Thank you for helping me. Do you have a name?" She asks.

"Well I am the schools resident ghost. Also, you're going to need stiches do you want me to get a pain injection?" I ask.

She turns white instantly and starts to tremble. "No, no pain injection. I'm used to stitching up myself so I'll be fine." She answers too quickly for me.

I move to touch her and she yet again flinches.

"Did Mr. Stone…. Take advantage of you?" I ask.

She blushes and turns her head. I'll take that as a yes.

"Right. I'm going to start the stitching now. I am going to have to reopen some of these. You must have very fast healing skin; you didn't get these more than a half hour ago." I say.

She sighs and nods.

I start opening some of the wounds. She doesn't move or cry out. Instead she starts to…. hum? It's a beautiful piece of music. Opera. It sounds like her own composition.

I shake my head I need to focus. I thread the needle and start my work. If anything she relaxes into the amount of pain she's in. Even I feel slight discomfort when this happens.

I neatly tie it off when it's done.

"Rest. I'll take you upstairs later." I say.

She mumbles something that sounds like, "don't have to tell me twice."

I smirk and cover her in the bedsheets.

I leave to go play my organ.