A Ghost's Touch
Hello everyone =] This is the first fan fiction I have posted on here. "A Ghost's Touch" is a story about the Phantom of the Opera. Please read and review, any comments made will be very helpful, If you want me to write more, please,don't hestitate to ask me.
I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, or anything related to it. The Only thing in this work of fiction that belongs to me are my characters, and the storyline. Any similarities to any other story/film/play is completely coincidental.
I am rating this story T, but in later chapters it may go up to M.
I Hope you enjoy my work =]
X
Chapter One - Prologue
The phantom slid into the velvet darkness and disappeared into the welcome nothingness. Christine looked back to see him for the last time, but met with an empty space, Christine looked away and let a hot tear drip down her cheek. Raoul gripped her hand and continued to push the boat forward in the black lake.
The Phantom left Opera Populaire, condemning the cruel place to hell, and hid in the night, making his way around Europe. The Phantom drifted from Vienna's articulate streets to the czar lands of Saint Petersburg. Nothing healed the shame of losing, or the agony of the broken heart that ached painfully inside his chest. A while later, in 1896, just as Erik reached the brink of suicide, He found himself wandering the streets of a beautiful city, and then, dazed by the awe, The Phantom found his new home. Overlooking the gentle stirrings of the great Danube river, The Hungarian State Opera House stood proud in the culture of Budapest. Erik crept into the depths of the magnificent house, and began his life again.
Within a decrept house a few miles from Budapest, enveloped in the silence of the night, a child was born to a poor family who struggled to buy even the smallest amount of food. The air was cold in the Hungarian winter, but nestled in her mother's arms, baby Erszabet slept soundly and warm.
" Oh Miklós, What are we going to do?, I grow weaker by the day" The baby's mother asked shakily, holding her the new baby against her bony ribs,
" I cough blood more than before"
A thin man reached for her hand, skeletal, but the love in his eyes was obvious to anyone to cared to look.
"Rozalia, We both face death."
Rozalia clutched Erszabet to her chest, and a look of despair crossed her pale face.
"This child means so much to me Miklós"
" I know my love, she deserves better than we can give. But I have an idea-" Miklós paused while his chest erupted blood from his torn throat angrily, " My Sister, Natalya, she works in Budapest… She sent me a letter, offering help to us"
"What did she say?"
" She can raise Erszabet in the Opera house, her home and workplace, Erszabet could develop a talent, have a life we only dream of…we will die from this goddamn-", some pale blood dribbled from his mouth "Disease…Soon"
"Erszabet deserves a life"Rozalia whispered " Please tell Natalya that, I agree, to her offer"
Miklós nodded and kissed his wife,
"Say goodbye Rozalia, I will take Erszabet now, I will go and get our donkey ready" He left the room, staggering weakly on his bony feet.
Rozalia looked down at the precious baby in her arms, and cried quietly,
" Im so sorry I cant be a mother to you Erszabet, only god knows how much I want to" Rozalia kissed Erszabets forhead " If you stay here, you will die too".
A Little while later, a man and baby left for Budapest, and inside the house, Rozalia's frail body surrendered to the burning virus in her veins. The house silenced with death, and a fated story begun.