Hey guys, this is Spirit of the Opera! Ok, just to clear things up, this is my first Phantom of the Opera FanFiction, so please be nice. I just had this idea in my head so I thought about writing it. And when I have an idea, it never lets go of me. So I'm pretty much stuck with it. This is basically based off the 2004 version, so….. Yeah… (:
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Phantom of the Opera, or its characters, the only person I own is Sara (my O/C character).
Alright, here we go!
Sara's Point of View
I walk down the streets of Paris, with my dark brown hair flowing through the cold air, my white shirt and black belt embraced with my black blanket, my black shirt flying as I walk, and my black laced boots stomping on the white snow. I search like a lamb, looking for my flock. In my case the opera house, I couldn't wait to get there. From the local papers, I read that they were going to perform a new production of ''Hannibal''. And for me, it has been a while since I've seen a show. Thanks to the inspectors that caught me stealing a loaf of bread, and maybe a gold watch, I was forced to stay in an orphanage. Which is the worst place to be when you're a street mouse? I can't stand orphanages, they are a hell; they always have that one person that makes the troublesome girl uncomfortable. And that was me.
I made it to the opera house. I don't pay my way in, considering I'm homeless, so I always sneak through the guards in the front. It is very easy to get through the workers and servants. They never see my dark shadows across the halls. It amuses me sometimes because I would be in the mood for scaring people. I would sneak behind someone and make a ghost like sound and he or she might scream ''It's the Opera Ghost!'' or ''He's here, the Phantom of the Opera!''.
I have no idea what that means, but I usually didn't care, I would be laughing my life out. But I wondered that too, I'm not a ghost, nor a phantom, I'm basically the Orphan of the Opera. And from this, I figured that there is a ghost haunting the opera house. I don't really believe in ghost or supernatural things, but yet, I do.
I keep walking through the houses halls and admire the beautiful surroundings. The opera houses marble walls, red velvet curtains, gold statues, fancy furniture and expensive paintings. I always loved it, I felt as if I was walking through the halls of the Queen of England's palace, I would do anything necessary to perform in the opera. I would sing myself, but I sound horrible, if I had lessons I could actually perform. That thought drifted away as I heard the sounds of the people walking through the box halls. And that's when I had to find my ''personal'' box, box 4. I ignored the chatters of the people and made it to my box. As I always do, I slowly opened the door and hoped that no one rented it for the night. If someone did, I would've have sat on the pillars above the stage, or have sat in the chandelier room, where there is a bird's eye view of the stage, and where the poles and ropes holds the chandelier in place. If no one rented it, I would be able to sit and watch the opera with no worry.
When I fully opened the door to my box, Please let there be nobody here, please let nobody here, please let there be nobody here!, but, there was a nice couple sitting there. They were cute; the girl wore an ocean blue dress with her blond hair up in curls, having her head laying on her mans shoulder. That stopped me for a while, and my heart made my mind open up the book of sorrow for me; I wondered if I ever had a family, I never knew them. I always said to myself that I was abandoned by them, making me realize that I don't need to rely on anyone to take care of me, it kept me alive all these years and has kept me strong. I stopped myself before tears came down to my eyes, Id refocused back on the couple. I'd always hated it when people rented my box, now I had to sit on the pillars or the chandelier room. I didn't wish to, so I decided to sit in the most haunted box ever in the opera house: Box 5! I walked nervously to it; I felt a cool breeze deep down in my spine and hugged my black blanket around me, as if it were to protect me.
When I was face to face with the door, I placed my hand on the doorknob and slowly opened it. I peeked inside and fully placed my head in the room. With a sigh id relief, I walked inside the box and found two thrown like chairs. They had a black colored figure and they both had red velvet cautioning, and to go with that, there was a perfect view of the stage. I placed myself on the left chair, right next to the right, and I sat and watched the opera.
I was just in time to see the third act, but to my surprise, I didn't see the Prima Donna, Carlotta, singing. Thank God, I didn't wish to hear her singing, she sounded like a screaming peacock or a dying cow. There was a new soprano singing in her place. She is new, I thought to myself. This new girl sung so amazingly, like an angel who has come to the earth to spread her heavenly voice. Her voice filled my mind with such joy and laughter, like I had something to be happy for. But her looks did that for her. She was beautiful, her white dress, her chocolate brown hair with stars showing, and her soft looking skin. She looked as if she were an angel. My ears listened closely for the sweet gentle sounds of her voice.
''Flowers fade,
The fruit of summers fade,
They have their seasons,
So do we
But please promise me,
That sometimes,
You…Will… Think…
Ahhh…Ahhh… Ahhh…
Oooooooooooof…Me!''
When she had finished, the music ended with a mighty boom, and the opera house itself, vibrated out of the clapping of the audience, amazed by the soprano's voice. And as soon and the curtain arrived for the end of the show, she left. Even when she was off the stage, I still clapped along with the other people, soon enough my hands turned bright red. She was amazing and wonderful; it would be an honor to meet her. Then I realized that I could meet her, and that's what I did. I broke my clap and rushed off the chair and made it to the door and opened it. Once I was out like a mad dog, I bumped into a man, and we both fell hard onto the floor. When I looked at this man he was already standing upon me. He was a well dressed man. He wore a black French suit with a yellow vest, and his golden brown hair showed off his hazel eyes, and he held a red rose in his hand. I composed myself up and brushed off the dirt that was on me.
''oh, I'm sorry monsieur, do forgive me.'' I said while giving a smile.
''Watch where you're going little one, you wouldn't want to bump into anyone again.'' He studied me for a moment. The expression of his eyes gave me a clue that I was caught; there was no doubt that he was going to have a mad breakout. ''Wait a minute!''
He grabbed my arm and held it close to him. He had a strong grip, which caused me to give out a painful yelp.
''How did you get here, did you pay your way in?''
''Let go of me, please.'' I said without attracting any attention. What I learned from being in a situation like this is to never attract more attention then you need. I would bring unwanted guest, and soon, it will bring police.
''Oh, I see, you're a street rat, aren't you—AHHHHHH!'' he cried as I stomped on his foot. It made him release my hand and managed to run, but I couldn't help but watch the poor man lay on the floor and holding his foot close to him like an idiot. It made me laugh for a moment, but alas, when I heard him call for security, I immediately stopped. He looked up at me with such anger. Before security came, I went to him and reached for his coat pocket and pulled out at least four of five shillings. I guess it was enough to buy me an apple. I turned from him and ran out of the box halls and to where the pillars where. I made it up and saw the man and two big guards below me.
''Get the street rat!'' the man shouted.
I simply hated that name, if he was to call me that; he has to call me it the right way.
'' To correct you, you spoiled, pansy looking fob, I'm a Street Mouse, NOT a rat!'' in shouted as I ran through the pillars. Behind me I heard the two guards climbing up. And as a special trickster, I did the old switch-a-roo trick. I went to the right side of the pillars and made myself look to be stuck. Once the guards came to the top I quickly ran to a dark shadow area and ran to the left side of the pillars. When the two men found me missing, I secretly climbed down to the stage and hurried to the crowded area where the dressing rooms where. I finally assured myself that I was safe for now and went through the area, where the people were to congratulate the soprano form her triumph. Climbing my way down was as quickly and as quietly as I can
As I went through to crowd, I bumped into another man. I saw that he was an older man. He had a French suit and black hair with grey sideburns, and right behind him was another man in the same outfit, but his hair was brown with thin curled locks and he held a huge bequest of flowers. As I gazed upon them I can feel my sweat coming down from my neck, I was as nervous as can be. Knowing that there were more than a million people in this opera house, I immediately stood there in a stupid gaze. They immediately knew that I wasn't with any of the rich people that were here, they began to shoo me away like I was a mutt, and the blacked haired one took my arm gently and tried to escort me to the exit.
''Come now, you must leave this house at once!'' he said. If they thought of me as a mutt, then a mutt I'll be. I have a thing for being an ''animal'', being a street mouse was basically being one. I grabbed the man's hand a bit it hard enough to make him release me.
When he let go he tend to his hand, the other one called for security. And when security came, I found the two very same men that came to their call. Once our eyes met, their anger met with my frustration that I was dealing. Their faces covered in their sweat, they looked to be exhausted from finding me. What was with all these men. All hell was to break loose.
''Can you two escort this young lady to the exit?'' the brown haired one said as he looked at his friends hand for any ''infection''.
The two guards gave me a dirty look.
'' It would be our pleasure, boss.'' One of the guards said as he cracked his knuckles. As soon as the cracking stopped, I ran till the cows came home and thought of a plan quickly. What he said gave me chills down my spine. I wondered how they were going to catch me, but alas, catching me was the hard part.
Erik's Point of View
The night came and I was at last with my beautiful Christine. I have finally taken her to my world of darkness and music; she can forever sing for me in my lair. She was my world, and my freedom from all of the hate. Her voice was music to my ears and the life in my soul. I couldn't bear to see her with that vicomte, simply thinking that he can walk in her dressing room and court her, even when she said no. If that boy continues to attempt to be with MY Christine, I will break his pretty little neck with Punjee, my lasso. Christine wouldn't think about betraying me to be with him. For if she does, I will kill him; she would have to be with me for the rest of her days. But, I do hope that she will be true to me. For I have given her the voice of an angel and the sweet music of the night.
I need no one else then my beautiful Christine.
My Christine…
As I finished the last note on my ''Don Juan'' I heard a splashing noise outside of my lair. I simply thought it was some sort of rat that has fallen into the lake; I ignored it for a while. I continued to my work and I admired the music. I was soon drifted off into my mind and I imagined hearing Christine sing this beautiful song I have written. The sound came across my head and I closed my eyes to get a clear sound. The music spoke to me and I felt the need to hum along, the soothing noises that I made were embracing my soul. The music's drums beating in the background, the violins clashing and raising tune, and lastly, the voice of my angel singing with grace. I did feel my music of the night, until…
SLASH!
REEERN!
SPLASH!
SLPASH!
My eyes opened immediately at the sounds of water crashing furiously. Has one of my traps set off? Who could have set one off at a time like this? Then I realized that it could've been Christine! I lunged off of my organs chair and raced to the room where I placed her in. To my surprise, I found her on the bed still fainted. Who has set one off? Oh, I guess I finally have a victim to see drown into their grave. This will be exciting. I rushed to the gate of my lair and pulled down a lever which made the gate rise above me. I quickly ran to the trap and tried to find them. I couldn't say that I was a violent person, but I enjoyed seeing the pain in one's eyes, the fear and innocence in their gaze. It reminded me of the fear I had when I was a child. Watching the people who paid to see my face, look upon the monster I am. Their fear and shock couldn't surprise me anymore. It felt as if the only person I could care deeply about was Christine.
When I reached to the trap, I still heard the water slashing. There was someone in the water for sure; I carefully looked at the water. It was calming down a little like a river, but, a few seconds later, it stopped as if someone commanded it to. Looking again, I saw a dark figure in the water; it looked pretty dead to me. I had no interest in it anymore, I was quite hoping for someone to jump out of the water so I can hang them, causing them more pain, but from the look of it, there was nothing to do.
''What a pity, I guess no one will pay for disturbing my thoughts.'' I whispered to myself in the air. There was nothing more to do but to gaze upon the still cold water. I decided to hurry back to my lair in case Christine had awoken, oh how happy she will be to see her Angel of Music in real life.
As I turned halfway to the corner away from the sight of the trap, I heard a loud splash of water. It sounded as if someone was rising from the water, attempting to get out. A huge gasp of air came out and I heard a sound as small as an angel. But how could that be? There was no one who sounded like an angel other than Christine. I came back to the trap with such speed and looked upon something I have never seen before…
A small girl…
Yes, of course I've seen one before, in nice gowns and nice hair with beautiful accessories, but this small girl. She was weak, and she was covered with wet dirt stains. Her hair was dark brown and it was long. Of course she was not the same colored shin as I was but she was lighter. She had a black colored rag on her, and underneath it was a white dirty shirt with a small red stain on it. She was lying halfway on the floor; she looked at the floor like a beggar not wanting the show her face. One arm was supporting the weight of the body and one arm was holding her side. She panting like a wild dog, trying to catch her breath and saving it as if someone were to steel it. I didn't know what to do. What am I to do with this girl? She's wounded and bleeding to death! I ran to her side like a cat walking up to its prey, without her knowing. I took of my black coat and wrapped it around her. I gazed at her blood covered hand. As soon as I was to speak, she began to notice that was regaining strength.
She looked up at my masked covered face and she backed away from me, but I kept her close.
''W-Who are you…'' she asked in a whisper so soft but yet heard. I she didn't show fear or shock and yet it seemed clear to me that she was frightened. You must be firm with this girl; she seems not to be from here. I stood up and walked towards her as she backed way on the floor.
'' I think I should ask you the same thing, mademoiselle.'' I said as I attempted to cover her with my coat. ''who are you and what are you doing in my lair?''
''I'm not telling you my name, sir. But I will kindly tell you that I was lost.'' she composed herself up on her feet and kept her arm on her side. '' Now can you direct me back to the opera dressing rooms please.''
This child amazed me. Not only has she seen my masked face, but she has spoken to me like an ordinary person.
''I'm afraid I can't.'' I slowly walked towards her
''W-Why not?'' she backed away slowly as well. She didn't realize she bumped into a wall behind her.
''I can't have you going around telling people that I am real.''
''Why?!''
''Child, I am the Phantom of the Opera!'' I said raising my arms. ''I'm sure you have heard rumors about me. I'm a very dangerous man.''
The girl's eyes lit with immediate fear. She seemed to know who I was, she realize what she has seen. There was a silence that filled the hall. Holding my black coat and looking straight at her eyes. She had beautiful eyes I have to admit. They were a hazel color with a touch of red. It looked strange in a beautiful way. I didn't know what she was thinking, but she was thinking of something. As soon as I made a move she attempted to run from me, she was fast, but her wound got the best of the strength and made her collapse onto the ground. She hit the floor hard like a sack of potatoes, and again, she gave a yelp. I stood there in shock as she began to cry of the pain. I took the coat and wrapped it around her once again, and as any other person would, she tried to crawl away. Why is she trying so hard? The poor girl is going to hurt herself even worse. She knows that she has no match of my strength.
After a while she began to calm down due to her weakness, and soon she fainted under my arms. It was strange, but I couldn't keep her out here in this condition. I adjusted the coat on her and I picked her up bridal style, I also made sure there was pressure on her wound to keep her blood in. I decided to take her back to the lair and made sure she healed, I didn't know what to do with her when she heals, but she has to be taken care of. Madam Giry would take care of her; she does need more ballet girls.
When we arrived at the lair, I decided to set the girl down in my room, I don't sleep that much anyway, it will give her time to rest until Madam Giry came. I bandaged the girl and left her in my room. Knowing that Madam Giry will be absolutely furious with me, but I had to send her a message. When I looked at the letter I had written I stood up and went out to deliver it. What are you doing you fool, you have the women of your dreams lying in her bed, and a mysterious child in YOUR bed. When this thought came to me, I knew that something wrong in this pattern was going to be different. And it was going to change my life forever.
Ok, that was Chapter one of The Phantom Wasn't Alone. I hope that you guys enjoyed it, please review, follow, favorite and like. And I will see you guys next time.
Have a great Day!
Sprit of the Opera
