The Opera Ghost
I do not own the Phantom of the Opera. I do, however own April and Paul and any other people that may come across in the story.
er, I made Erik and April sort of the same age. she's 13 and he's 18. don't get mad at that. please... i beg you.
Prologue
April was only nine when her mother died. Paul was devastated when she died of cancer. He got suicidal thoughts stuck in his head and he could not afford to take care of his young daughter. So he met up with a friend of his to discuss the future of young April.
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Chapter 1
A year later Paul met up with Erik.
"You want me to do what?" Erik asked harshly.
"I would like you to marry my daughter when she turns the age of seventeen." Paul repeated.
"But, I'm eighteen right now! And I really doubt that she would like to marry a twenty-five year old man when she's seventeen."
"Erik, she won't have a choice in the matter. She will marry you, even if I die before then I will write it in my will what I've told you."
"Sir, now there is no need to be upset about this. I will marry April if you promise me one thing."
"Anything."
"Let me tell her what is going to happen to her when she comes of age."
"When shall I tell her to go to you?" Paul asked.
"The day that you die."
"But, I..."
Erik cut him off before he could finish. "When will April be able to understand that you have left her life in the hands that take life away from others? Now, I promise not to harm her because she will live in the Opera Populaire, with me."
"Please, there is no need to be rash. You don't need to kill me. I truly don't want you to kill me, let alone anyone else but if that's the only way. A year from now and poison my wine on my birthday. Give me just enough time to drink it, swallow and tell poor April to see you."
"I'm going to take her to the Paris Opera House tomorrow and there is nothing you can do to stop it. You left her for me and I'm going to take her so she will be safe."
"No, Erik. The Phantom will not take a beautiful young girl to his lair to 'protect' her. A man, who kills for the fun of it, taking care of a girl who treasures life so much…."
Erik saw red. "Do you want me to kill you now? If you ever say that again I will."
"I'm sorry sir. You may go see her now."
"I'm glad I've made you understand. Where is her room?"
"Second from the left."
Erik nodded and went out the door.
I know it's short. The next chapter is going to be longer. I've writen a few chapters ahead but I'm allways open to thoughts and ideas.
