Hey, StuddedHeartbreaks here, this is my first fanfic on this site, and I thought I'd start with a POTO fanfic that I have been writing for a while. I just didn't know how to upload since today. I am a failure. Anyway.
The first chapter is quite short, as thats all I could think of, but it gets better.
I own nothing in this story, all rights of the Phantom of the Opera and it's characters belong to Gaston Leroux and Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber.
~StuddedHeartbreaks.
Chimes and organs were heard throughout the opera house of where Erik, the Opera Ghost, still haunted. Many thought it was the orchestra rehearsing loudly, but it was the pain and disparity of what the Phantom felt. He was working on new musical peices, no one knew what for. He had completed several operas since Christine had left him in the lair so many years ago, whilst he waited to get killed by the guards, who alas, did not find him. A master of Disguises. That's what they called him, for all they found of his presence when they looked upon his destroyed lair was just his half cut mask.
The Phantom of the Paris Opera House refused to leave until his darling angel Christine Daaé left with him. He hadn't stopped looking in on her whilst she slept, whilst she rehearsed her songs, whilst she looked in her mirror. He still looked over with the view of Box Five. Only one person knew about his presence, Madame Giry, the Ballet Instructor.
People say that she had been saving all her francs up To help get him out of the opera house. People say that she already got him OUT of the opera house. But nobody knows about it. She wouldn't say a word about Erik to anybody. That's exactly something what she wouldn't do.
But, she was destined to Raoul, they were childhood friends, and the last time they say each other, was the day when they went up to the attic and ate little candies whilst her father, who she claims sent her an Angel of Music played the violin in a haunting matter, as they told each other stories, dark stories of the north.
But on that day when Carlotta, the lead of the Hannibal production was took ill, Christine took centre stage after her Ballet teacher demanded she sing to the new owners of the opera house to express the talents she had, and on that day her long gone Childhood friend came back to Paris after a long trip, and upon discovering Christine once more, he immediately remembered the times they had and promised that he would never leave her side again
Elsewhere in the Opera House Christine Daaé and friend Meg Giry were rehearsing once again for the next showing of Hannibal, but La Carlotta was back, fit and healthy and not shrieking at the top of her lungs that 'Them things, do not happen!' so it meant Christine was now dancing instead of singing like she did on opening night. She still sung her song, 'Think of Me'. She had mastered the song with the help of an angel.
Her Angel.
It became clear that the dancer had enough of hearing the ludricris notes that La Carlotta sung with, she sung too high for the songs and quite frankly she wasn't the best singer in the theatre. If anything Christine had no idea why she still worked for the theatre. Every other day she would walk out complaining about little irritable things. Things nobody really cared for.
"Christine, I know how you feel..." an eerily ghost like voice said, it was Erik, HER angel of music was speaking to her. She gasped and leant backwards against he flimsy scenery behind her and fell into it. All the cast and crew immediately started to surround her.
"Christine?! Christine what's wrong?!" Meg began to worry, she hadn't done anything like this before, it's unlike her to become ill. Especially in such a short amount of time.
"Move back, girls. Give her some space, please!" Madame Giry commanded, in any case you never surround a fainted dancer. Especially one who had the upper hand who could replace La Carlotta at any given point.
"Christine, Are you ok?" Meg asked once more, this time further away from her, but still close.
"Just leave her alone, She was once an actress, she obviously knows how to fake an illness" Carlotta chirped with a irretated voice, she was just standing in the crowd, swatting people away, although she liked attention, she liked to get it on her own accord. Everyone shot quick death glares at the Prima Donna.
"Christine...I didn't mean to scare you... I'm sorry..." Erik said, with a little sadness in his voice. He did not mean for her to get shocked and go faint.
"I-It's him...Opera ghost..." Christine managed to say.
"THE OPERA GHOST?!" Everyone said at once.
"Yes- Only I can hear him, he speaks to me personally" she said, "No one can hear him, unless he chooses to speak to everyone. That's not all, he also-"
"And how do we know that your not lying to scare us all, Christine Daae?" Carlotta interrupted.
The voice spoke again, but this time everyone ha heard it, "Do you believe me now, Ms Carlotta?"
Everyone gasped, including Christine. He had only done that when he dropped the chandelier! He could give away himself, is that what he wanted?
"Thats right..." the voice continued,"I haven't left the opera house, it's a pity you thought I did... I'm not leaving until Christine leaves with me"
Christine fainted again, and fell into the arms of Madame Giry who immediately asked for the stage hands to take her back to her room and make sure she was OK.
The next time she awoke she found out that she had been took back to her room. She tried to remember the things that happened. She remembered hearing Erik. She remembered falling into the scenery. She remembered telling everyone about him - what he did to help her. She remembered him speak to the whole crew. Then she couldn't remember anything.
But she had a guest. An unexpected guest at that.
The Angel of Music.
The Opera Ghost.
Whatever you call it, it was there, waiting.
A/N - I hope you enjoyed this, chapters soon to follow.
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~StuddedHeartbreaks.