Hiya! I'm Lizzie and I absolutely ADORE the Phantom of the Opera, and have been enjoying the simply phabulous fanfiction on here for quite some time now! But after being asked to write the "Prologue" to a story in my GCSE English class, I couldn't resist writing something Phantom-based! This soon led to an idea, and I have decided to begin writing my first novel, with my own plot and characters, yet obviously based on the amazingness that is Phantom! Sooooo, this is my first EVER fanfiction story, hence I am evidently bursting with excitement! But of course, I would be excited to the point of hysteria if you reviewed- so pretty please do! This is just the Prologue, and if you like the sound of my story I shall most definitely continue it! And please be nice, I'm only fourteen, though I don't wish to be unnecessarily pampered. If you like it, then awesome! If not, constructive criticism is welcome, as I am a learning writer so there is definitely room for improvement! I hope you enjoy, and please please please review! xoxox
Prologue
The world was still. Bright, shining stars took possession of the dark velvet sky- reminding me of how I longed to take possession of her.
Oh Ella… my beautiful Ella. Why can't you be mine? Why must I always hurt you?
The last thing I ever wanted to do was harm you in any way, but you left me with no choice!
You denied me, betrayed me!
You ran straight into the welcoming arms of that young, nauseatingly perfect boy!
He had perfect hair, perfect eyes, a perfect smile, and a perfect voice which both soothed and calmed you- yet only caused my blood to boil!
He claimed to 'love' you, but he could never love you as I do!
His supposed 'love' was merely a droplet compared to the vast ocean of adoration I hold for you!
My dearest Ella, do you now see why I did what I did?
I had to win your affections, you see, and had to somehow… dispose of him.
I didn't mean to kill him.
I just sometimes get swallowed by the darkness; this awful darkness which consumes me and twists my already tainted and tortured soul.
It is a darkness which I cannot escape.
Killing him was therefore not a reluctant task, but more so a perverse yet undeniable pleasure; to see the life being drained from his perfect eyes.
I only felt proud that at my hand, he was stone-cold dead.
Yet as soon as my mind fully absorbed the image of his limp, lifeless body, I was enveloped by an intensely sickening feeling of guilt and ultimately… dreaded thoughts of regret.
I knew then that it was all over.
How could she ever love me- a heartless murderer? Oh the shame, the excruciating pain!
How could I ever dare to dream of holding my dear, sweet Ella with blood-stained hands?
She will never look on me in love; she will only flee from the monster that I have unwillingly become.
The darkness… I blame the darkness.
This never-ending, consuming darkness has made me a monster… a blood-thirsty, terrifying monster!
Despite the concealed horror of my past… despite all I have suffered… there is still no excuse for me to become a murderous monstrosity in man's form!
I do not even deserve to be called a man; I am nothing more than a monster now.
Yet, I still despairingly question, can a monster really love?