Young Phantom-

Chapter 1

Down the First Time

Ok, I wrote this while watching Young Frankenstein so please, please, PLEASE like it! Ok, ahem, Right.


Erik stared out at the people clapping for him. His Grandfather, had been the Phantom of the Paris Opera, but these people still clapped for him, and gave their applause. Erik also wore a mask to hide disfigurement in his face, but no one seemed to notice.

Erik walked backstage after his solo and then sat down, drinking some brandy.

"M. Sonfais!" Someone called, he turned to look at them.

"My name, sir, is SONFI, Not SOHNFAY." He answered, his French accent betraying his preferred pronunciation.

"Of course, m'sieur. My name is My Name is Erique Buatois, I am here with your Grandfathers Last Will and Testament."


Erik sighed as he looked at his fiancee Terri's sad face. He leaned in to kiss her but she pushed him back. "Not on the lips darling."

He was confused. "Why not?"

"My lipstick, I don't want to smear it."

He sighed "Of course." he leaned in to hug her, and she barely allowed him to do that.

"Goodbye my sweet love."

"Goodbye my understanding Terri." He touched her cheek briefly, and then climbed into the train.


"PARIS NEXT!" The conductor yelled

Erik pulled down his window and asked a passing shoe shining boy. "Is this the Paris station?"

"Oui, oui, monsieur! Would you like a shine?"

"No thank you, but here, a labor free payment." Erik tossed him the coin.

"Merci, monsieur!"


Erik listened as the footsteps became louder and the humming closer. He began to panic with fear and look around. He looked back to his side and gasped at the short Persian man.

"Erik Sonfais?"

"SONFI."

"Your putting me on?"

"No, it's pronounced SONFI."

"Do you also say EARIKE?"

"No Erik."

"Why isn't it EARIKE SONFI?"

"Because it's pronounced Erik. You must be NUHDER."

"Not, it's NAYDEER."

"But they told me it was NUHDER!"

"Well they were wrong then, weren't they?"

"Yes, you were sent by Madame Giry?"

"Of course, you know my grandfather was friends with your grandfather."

"How nice."

"Of course the rates have gone up."

"Of course I'm sure we'll get along just fine." He paused. "Lets go."

"Allow me, Master." Nadir said, taking the bags. "This way, you'll be more comfortable in the rear." he gestured to the coach full of hay.

"Oh, all right." He threw his bag in the back and jumped at the exclamation of surprise.

"What was that?"

"Oh, Mademoiselle Christine Daae`, she's your student."

Erik looked in the back to see a young woman, barely twenty in the back, her long curly brown hair, spread around her as she lay.

"Ooh, hello. Would you like to have a roll in za hay?"

He looked incredulously at her.

" It's fun! Roll, roll, roll in za hay!" She sang, rolling about. She wasn't too bad, just needed training, which he would give her.

He cried out as the carriage lurched and he fell in with the rolling soprano.

They rode and some lightening hit, Christine snuggled up to him. "I'm sorry, sometimes I'm afraid of za lightening."

"Oh it's all right." he said, lightly patting her back.

A howl soared through the air, beautiful and clear.

"A wolf!" (Author- I know, no wolves in Paris, had to stick it in)

He grinned and nodded. "Where's the wolf?"

Nadir didn't hear the 's'. "There wolf, there opera."

"Why are you talking like that?"

"I thought you wanted to talk like this."

"No, I don't want to."

"Suit yourself, I'm easy." Nadir said with a shrug.


They arrived at the Opera house to Erik's surprise.

"Why are we here?"

"Your grandfather lived here. In the cellars."

Christine giggled and hopped into his arms as more lightening hit. He nervously carried her through the building and to the ballet Mistress' chambers, two large, iron knockers were on the doors, Nadir used them.

"What knockers!" Erik exclaimed.

Christine giggled. "Oh, sank you, monsieur!"

Erik sighed unknowing of her meaning. "Oh, that's all right." he said setting her down.

The door opened and the woman with black hair in a tight bun appeared, her face tight with strictness.

"I am Madame Giry." She said, the horses whinnied outside.

"Steady now!" Nadir scolded, going to them.

He looked at them, then to her. "Uh, how do you do? I am Erik Sonfais, this is my student Christine Daae`, and my friend Nadir, this is Madame Giry. " The horses whinnied again. "I wonder what's gotten into them?"

"You seek entrance to your grandfather's home, Monsieur Sonfais?"

"Oui, we do."

"Follow me."

" Nadir, bring the bags?"

"Yes, Monsieur."

"After you, Madame Giry." The horses whinnied again.

They followed Madame through several long passageways, most of which hidden behind walls activated by switches.

"Stay close to the candles, the lake, can be treacherous." She guided them to the boat, and after rowing them across she brought them into the house.

"This is your room," Madame instructed Erik. "It was your grandfather Erik's room."

"Thank you." He said. "There are a lot of books of music here!"

"This was Erik's ... Monsieur Sonfais library."

"I see, and where is his private library?"

"Pardon?"

"Well these books are very general, any musician might have them, but he didn't write any of these."

"This is the only library I know of." She immediately professed.

"I see, goodnight." He said.

She began to walk but froze. "Would monsieur care for a brandy, before retiring?"

"No, thank you."

She began to walk but turned again. "Some warm milk, perhaps?"

"No, thank you very much."

She walked again and turned. "Ovaltine!"

"No thanks."

"Now we say..."

"Goodnight."

She nodded and when she thought he wasn't looking, kissed his grandfathers mask. "Good night, Erik my darling." She mumbled, and then left.


Phew! Well, you know the drill, read and review! Tell me if Christine and Inga are alike or what! LOL. Coming soon, Chapter 2, Behind Za Bookcase