Another Chance for the Phantom
By: Rocker-Chic-101
Okay, so this is a story about what happened to Erik after the 2004 version of Phantom. I do not own any of the characters from the movie. I only own the ones that I created. Please read and review!
Have you ever wondered what happened to the Phantom after Christine Daae left him for Raoul de Chagny? Well, this story, told from his point of view, describes everything that happened afterwards.
Prologue
I broke away the last of the remaining mirror, breaking from my prison-like home, and walked through the residual frame. The dank, damp corridor seemed endless as I made my way outside of the burning Opera Populaire.
Where do I go?
The question lingered in my mind while I wandered aimlessly behind the ruined opera house. The police were already searching for me, I knew. I would have to go to a completely different country, start a new life totally.
Oh, Christine.
I shook her from my mind. I had to forget her. She was gone, probably marrying that naïve boy at this very moment. I blamed myself for losing her; it was my fault. If only I'd been more gentle, not so forceful. But the past can't be changed.
I will forget her. I will start a new life, a better life.
Oh, who was I kidding? Christine Daae was my life; the only reason I went on living. I sank onto the cold, hard ground, my tears returning. How could I live without her? What was my purpose, if I even had one? To scare off everyone with my repulsive face?
I stood once more and continued walking towards the train station, where I climbed into one of the last cars. I'd made up my mind; I would hitchhike to London, England. Surely no one knew of me? If all went according to plan, I would spend the rest of my life in hiding, only going out when needed to purchase necessities.
So, after days of traveling throughout all of Europe, the train finally stopped in London, England. It was night, thankfully, so I made my way through the alleys of the city unnoticed. I found an unoccupied tunnel under a great mansion that lead to an open cavern somewhat smaller than the one I was used to under the Opera Populaire, but, it would have to be enough.
One Year Later
It had been a full year since Christine left with Raoul, and I'd been doing well, if I said so myself. I'd made a nice home underneath the Crenshaw mansion, surrounding myself with candles and making a nice bedding area in the corner. There was nothing musical at all down in this darkness, but what did I need music for? Christine was the sole purpose that I even sang.
But, one day, I found myself longing to compose, to sing. So, one stormy night, I snuck into the local chapel. I played the organ loudly, the booming thunder covering my voice and the accompaniment.
Every stormy night, I practiced that routine, singing songs that were once a duet between Christine and I. That was the only way I kept myself from going insane, if I wasn't there already.
As I was preparing to make a trip to the local market, I heard something.
"Hello? Is anyone down here?" A female voice called down the normally empty staircase. I heard footsteps descending the stairs.
What do I do? Let her find me?
Before I could decide what to do, I heard a Thump! and suddenly, a Crash!. It sounded like someone fell down the steps.
Cautiously, I walked up the steps, a candle lighting my way. A few steps up, I saw the body of a beautiful girl, woman actually. She looked about twenty to twenty-one with long, wavy, auburn-colored hair and pale skin. Her eyes were closed and her delicate forehead was bleeding profusely through an open cut.
What should I do?
It was imperative that I make a decision now, because she was losing lots of blood, too much. I knew she needed medical attention, and fast.
I set my jaw and lifted her from the stairs easily, then carried her to my makeshift bed. Laying her head on the soft feather pillow, I took a washcloth and soaked it in warm water. I wiped the blood from her forehead and remarkably, the bleeding stopped not long after. Seeing that she was not going to wake up anytime soon, I place another wet cloth over her head and sat down at the desk I'd found earlier.
What will she do when she wakes up and sees me?
I couldn't be exactly sure what would happen, but I was somehow sure that I was doing the right thing; for once in my life I was saving a life instead of taking one.
Maybe I would be repaid for my good deed.
