This is my first fanfiction story for Phantom of the Opera. I am basing the characters off of the 2004 movie with Gerard Bulter as the most handsome Phantom/Erik (even if he is a killer) and the beautiful Christine Daae played by the talented Emily Rossum.
The story will be beta read by the amazing phantomphan2000 with whom I'd be at a lost. This was just the prologue I promise that the chapters will go longer. If you have any questions or comments I would enjoy hearing them. Please enjoy the first chapter: The Unknown Mask.
The man woke suddenly, unknowing of where he was or how he had come to get there. The room in which he lay in was dimly light by a solitary candle sitting on a table nearby. Glancing about the space, he noticed a large wooden door opposite bed he was currently occupying.
The man lifted the candle and got out of the bed to survey the room with a little more light. He found, not to his surprise, that the room was small and, he had to admit, very well furnished.
The small bed was made of a dark brown oak, while its sheets and pillowcases were ivory coloured and cashmere. The side table, which had two small drawers, was also a dark brown oak. There was also a lighter brown oak dresser and a hanging mirror with cherubs carved into the gold frame.
He opened the dresser to find many white collared shirts, several pairs of black pants, a dozen different coloured vests, and two different colour cloaks - one red and the other black - all tailored to fit him perfectly. Along with them were four capes; two red, two black. He also saw on the shelf above his head three marble heads. He stared at the statue heads not because they were in this dresser, but because of what each had on their well sculpted faces.
Each one had a mask of plaster, all different colours. The one on the right with a simple mask for the right side of the statues face, ivory in colour and fitted perfectly to the sculpture. The one on the middle was a full white mask with blackened eye rims and gashes formed to look like stitches. The one on the left was black and simple, it was held to the statue with a piece of black string. Why are they there? he wondered, but when his eyes caught his reflection in the mirror, understanding washed over him.
The right side of his face suffered a physical deformity like non he had ever seen, something he could not describe, nor did he want to. He found it difficult to examine for long. Ashamed, he reached into the dresser and pulled on the prefect fitting, ivory mask from the statue. How could he not have known about this? He tried to search through his memories but the only ones he could grasp were those of the moments he had just spent in this room.
How could he not know anything of his past? How did he get here? Where was here? He decided his only option was to find someone who knew these answers. He released a sigh and walked out of the room, not knowing who or what he was going to find.