AN: I'll be completely honest. I've never written a fanfiction in my LIFE, and I'm quite nervous....I've been an avid Phantom phan since I was eight years old, and I certainly hope I do these amazing character's justice. I really hope you all like my story!
Summary: What if Raoul hadn't shown up until much later in the story? What if Christine and Erik had the opportunity to get to know each other better before the events of Phantom of the Opera? How would things have changed?
Prologue:
Erik
She was little more than a child when I first set eyes on her, and yet I could not get her out of my head. She could not have been a day older than twelve, and yet her skin glowed like the dusty pollen of the sun. Her mahogany hair curled in tight ringlets that fell to her waist and always shined like rain. Spring seemed to follow her wherever she went. I always expected flowers to bloom behind her in her footsteps as she walked.
Yes, Christine Daae was indeed still a child in many ways when she took her first step into the Paris Opera House, but she surpassed every girl and woman there in all her glory. They would always strive for beauty; for her it was a given. It was only natural she would be allowed to be trained as a ballerina, and to live in the theatre.
Four years passed, and as all girls do, she grew into a young woman. Even so, her beauty only grew, as did her talents. Angels fell when she danced. I found myself captivated by her body swaying and twirling about the stage.
She herself was the perfect size, but her training as a Ballerina made her body strong. Her perfectly toned limbs and her flawless curves left little to the imagination. I have been left with many an unholy thought watching her.
And yet I could only watch from a distance, hidden by the shadows, although I longed to hold her, to stoke her soft skin, to take in her every scent. I longed for her as a man longs for a woman, but I knew it could never be.
How could an angel that basks in the light love me, a creature of darkness? How could I expect her to abandon her Heaven to join me in the depths of my hell for an eternity of darkness?
No, I was doomed to a life of solitude in eternal night as I secretly dreamed of the light.
