I do not own the Phantom.
But with that said, this is a work created solely be me and I would appreciate any reviews and comments you may have.
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To Serve His Music
He had brought me here telling me that I was going to serve him.
That I was to call him Angel and that together we were going to make the most beautiful music.
That had been 5 years ago.
I have since learned to fear him.
I learned early on that there was no place to hide in these catacombs he calls home.
I paid dearly for that mistake. I never wish to visit that room again.
He will be calling for me soon.
I must make sure my appearance is flawless. That my brown curls hang properly down my back. That the gown he has chosen for me to wear tonight shows off my breasts properly. At least I don't have to wear a corset any longer.
I must remember to hold myself up and not slouch no matter how bad it hurts.
I must make sure my bruises are covered or at least well hidden by covering them with make-up.
I hate this place. I hate his voice and the way it makes me feel.
I hate his touch. His hands are cold as they caress my skin. But I must not let it show.
His mask used to frighten me but after I saw what it covered, I am glad he wears it.
His smell used to sicken me but I have grown used too it.
When he presses his lips to mine I must fight to keep the bile from rising in my throat.
I miss the sun. Does it still shine in the heavens?
My skin is now as pale as his. I have become a ghost.
If only I could dare to pick up the knife and end it.
But no, I would be damning myself to an even worse hell.
He's calling for me now and I must go.
I have become so heavy it is hard stand.
I touch my stomach where his seed grows within me.
Maybe I will be granted my release when the child is born.
I do not wish for this child to be raised here in this hell by that monster.
The knife glistens so beautifully in the candlelight.
I must hurry now or face his wrath.
Looking at my reflection in the mirror I hardly recognize the person looking back at me.
I must remember to breath.
I must remember to smile.
I pull the curtain back and step onto the landing.
He is watching me now. He golden eyes measure my every movement, looking for a flaw.
I descend the stairs slowly as he likes for me to do.
The pain in my back is searing me now.
I must remain standing.
I must not faultier in my steps.
He is reaching for me now.
I must place my hand in his.
He is leading me to the organ.
He will expect me to sing.
The pain is increasing and my stomach is starting to cramp.
I am falling now.
I try not too, but it is no use the pain is too intense.
He catches me.
He is carrying me to his bed.
I feel the fluid seeping from between my legs.
He places me in his coffin.
The child is coming now.
I try not to scream.
He kneels beside me.
Is that compassion I see in his eyes?
He brushes the hair from me face.
He is pushing my skirts up now and spreading my legs.
I push as hard as I can.
Over and over again I push until the baby is expelled from my body.
Sweet covers my body.
I am so tired.
I look up to see him holding the child.
I want to ask.
I want too see it.
I reach out and he places my daughter into my arms.
Tears run from eyes.
I kiss her perfect face.
He turns to leave.
I hear him say "Her name is Harmony."
"I told you we would make beautiful music together."
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Chapter 1:
And so it Begins…
I remember the day he found me.
The papers had said "Phantom No More!"
A body had been found and a man had identified it as the Phantom.
People had rejoiced and life was moving on.
I was living on the street then. I had no home to call my own.
My parents had been killed in a fire. I was there only child and had family to turn too.
I had found a job selling flowers outside of the Opera House. The wealthy men would buy my flowers for their ladies and for the Diva.
There was also a man who wore a hood and smelled of death who would buy my flowers. He would choose only the most blood red roses and he paid me well for them.
Then that fateful night came. I was closing my cart and preparing to return it to Monsieur James (The man I worked for.) when He appeared. I thought at first he was there to buy more roses, but I was wrong.
I saw his eyes flash in the moonlight. I tried to run. I knew my life was in danger, but I was no match for his speed and strength.
He grabbed and dragged me to a grate in the wall of the Opera House.
His hand covered my face with a cloth and I fell asleep.
When I awoke I was laying in a strange room shrouded with black curtains.
When I started to rise I realized had been lying in a coffin and I screamed.
My voice echoed off the walls and terror filled my soul.
Was I dead?
Suddenly He appeared before me. He no longer wore the hood, but had instead had replaced it with a mask that cover most of his face.
I cowered back against the cushions that lined the coffin. I wanted to beg for my life, but no words would cross my lips. My throat had tightened and I felt like I was suffocating. The world was turning to darkness and I was being drug down with it.
When next I awoke he was kneeling over me. His golden eyes seemed to look right through me as though he were seeing someone else.
"Hush my Angel your teacher is with you." He voice washed over me.
But who was this Angel he spoke of? And I had no teacher.
I tried to speak, but he covered my lips with his fingers.
His flesh was so cold it has like ice touching me. I shivered.
"I knew you would return to me" He said. "I knew you could never truly abandon your Angel of Music."
"I do not know of what you speak Monsieur." I whispered.
"Do not play these games with me!" He yelled and his eyes flashed with rage. His hand went to the back of my head and he pulled my hair. My head was tipped back so far I thought it was going too be ripped from my shoulders.
He brought his other hand to my throat where he gently caressed me.
"Your voice is so lovely when you sing… You will sing for me again!"
He released me and I fell back into the coffin. My whole body was shaking and tears ran from my eyes.
He didn't seem to notice. He had turned his attention to a gown that hung in the corner of the room.
"I have made you a new one, more beautiful than the last." He said as he touched the gown.
"Get dressed and we will continue where we left off."
With that said he left the room closing the curtain behind him.