I don't own POTO. This is a new story that is unrelated to my previous two except the subject matter.
Chapter 1: Preparations
By PittsBurghFuzz
In his lair, the Phantom was writing a letter to the managers of "his" theater about Christine Daae. The Opera Ghost felt that the part of the countess in Ill Muto to be portrayed by Daae, as opposed to the prima donna, La Carlotta. The managers wanted Daae to play the silent role of the pageboy. The Phantom walked over to his bedroom. He saw his angel laying there, as peaceful as can be. He was planning on kissing her good morning, but he felt he should not touch the forbidden fruit yet. The Ghost went over to his organ and composed more of his latest work. It was called Don Juan Triumphant, the legend told from Don Juan's point of view. Don Juan seduced several women in hi life. One evening, he met with a statue of the father of one of the women he seduced. They both went to the don's place for dinner, and when they came back, the father dragged Don Juan into hell. The Phantom was thumbing through his piece de resistance, and wondered to himself how he could make it perfect.
"I feel there is something missing from my opera. I already have the greatest soprano in my lair, ready to obey, but what else do I need?" The Phantom said to himself.
The Opera Ghost stated to play his organ. It turned out Don Juan seduced women. It woke Christine up, and she was enticed by how sexy the music was. Christine was singing beautifully. The Phantom couldn't help but sigh. Then, everything went to hell: she took the mask off. The Phantom gave a scream that was like that of man getting his leg cut off.
"Damn you! You little prying Pandora!" the Phantom roared while covering the right side of his face.
The Opera Ghost kept yelling at Christine until he started to cry. Christine had tears falling down her cheeks as well. The Phantom gently placed his hand on Christine's cheek.
"Oh Christine, can you ever forgive me?" the Ghost finally choked out.
Christine's brown eyes were shining and filled with tears. Christine picked up her master's mask and gave it to him. The Phantom placed it on and replied: "Come, those two fools who run my theater will be missing you. I suggest you get ready."
Christine went to the bedroom to collect her thoughts. The Phantom looked at her until she made it into the room, and closed the curtain covering it.
"Erik, what have you done?" the Phantom questioned.
Erik was on the boat already, and Christine went on the boat to return to "reality". Christine did want to go back up, she wanted to stay in her beautifully frightening world of music. Christine was so happy that her father's last words came true. The Angel of Music did come and teach her. However, what she found in the end was that the Angel was something that did not shine heaven's light, but was rejected by God and fought back with his genius. Christine was staring at the architecture that the Angel had made by himself. It was so beautiful, and sickening at the same time.
"Master, will you be at the matinee?" Christine asked him.
Erik almost did not know what to say.
"Yes. I will never be far away Christine, never. As long as you desire it, the Angel of Music will always watch over you." Erik finally told Christine.
They finally reached the dock. Erik took Christine's hand and led her through the labyrinth on horseback. When they got to the mirror, Erik slid the door open, and laid Christine on the couch in her dressing room. Erik also left a rose by her makeup table. He placed his hand covered with a leather glove on Christine's head, and kissed it. Christine woke up to find that her Angel was not in the room.