"Come on, the Opera Ghost's reign of ends NOW!" I heard someone shout, I being a Phangirl since I heard the name 'Erik' I couldn't pass up the chance to see the Phantom's lair in real life. I played along and followed the mob to the lair. When I arrived I started to search for the curtain that concealed the Phantom's escape route, I found it but when I did I was greeted by a low, almost inhuman moan of pain "Make It suffer, the demon he is!" Followed the moan I grabbed a candle and ventured into the passage way. When I arrived I saw 4 figures, two holding one and the fourth beating the living hell out of his victim. "Hey leave him alone!" I demanded.
"Why should we?" The beater turned, it was a stagehand, I believe his name was Anton. "Well considering he just now lost the only woman he really ever loved, I think he's suffering enough." The Phantom looked up at me, his alley cat eyes and deformity made me shudder, I prayed that he didn't see that, I guessed he did, he lowered his eyes then his head followed, I never thought that he would go down so low that he would let a few stagehands beat him to death. "Why don't you replace her then?" Anton got an iron grip around my shoulders and shoved my into the Phantom's arms. I expected him to let me fall at his feet, but I ended up landing in his arms. "People like them, don't really care about anyone but themselves, don't they. There are few people like you in this world, Cherie." He told me as they ran down the passage way, his voice was soo much more intoxicating in real life than in the movie, "You should go, before they come back with the Police." He lifted his head as I spoke "That I will, go alone, I will not, you, my dear, are coming with me." He said. "What?" I stifled a scream as he hoisted me over his shoulder. I dropped the candle; it went out leaving me in utter darkness.
Erik POV
"Hey leave him alone!" A woman's sweet voice called over my tormenter's shoulder. Why is she standing up for a monster like me? I asked myself looking up at her, I saw her shudder, lowering my eyes and head, I heard a cry of protest looking up I saw her about to fall at my feet. I instantly held out my arms to catch her, her small body frame fit almost perfectly in my arms. "People like them, don't really care about anyone but themselves, don't they. There are few people like you in this world, Cherie." I told her, she looked up at me, she whimpered and I hoped in vanity that it was my voice that caused her to whimper. I let my head hang. "You should go, before they come back with the Police." She, it sounded like she almost begged for me to escape. I lifted my head to look at her. "'That, I will, go alone, I will not, you, my dear, are coming with me." I said, almost tackling her small body form, I lifted her up over my shoulder, she dropped her candle, and a darkness only I could see in settled, leaving her in the unknown. I reached the exit and set her gently down on the ground, "If I were you I would not attempt to run, trust me hardly anyone has escaped me, and just because I lost the only…"
"Yeah, I know." I looked at her, how stupidly brave she was. "What is your name?" "Jaclyn." I wanted to continue speaking to her, but every time I attempted to create conversation, she would shrug or reply with one or two words. So I eventually gave up. "What has brought you to the Opera Populaire?" I asked
"The call of the ballet." I got five words out of her and at once. What an achievement. I laughed silently at the thought, Jaclyn seemed to noticed, she looked up at me as I laughed, then I realized something that made me stop, not even Christine had been able to make me laugh, even the slightest bit, I turned to notice her eyes on me in awe, "What?" I almost barked, startling the young girl. "Nothing." She drew her knees in and hugged them to her chest, she wasn't exactly beautiful, like Christine, but rather cute, she reminded me of a pixie really. I finished readying the horse and helped Jaclyn up, "You could have escaped you know that." I said once I got up on the horse "You need someone," She answered. " And you volunteer yourself?" I said matter-of-factly "By the looks of it I am the only one." Indeed she was the only one, but why, she had every chance in the world to escape me, but why had she not taken the chance. It was all a mystery to me. I reached the old manor and I found Jaclyn to be asleep, I lifted her off the horse and she muttered in her sleep, "Phantom of the Opera." I almost smirked, the young woman situated herself in my arms, she was absolutely comfortable in my arms, for some crazy reason I had some difficulty with the key, but I managed to open the door