A/N: This story is an idea I have had for a while now. I will try to update as regularly as I can. Any questions or suggestions (Example: A first event for Erik) message me or IM me. Screen name is in the profile!

IMPORTANT: I have read the original novel, Kay's version, and have seen the show and movie. These events are just me using my creative juices picking different scenarios, etc.

Also these events are in no particular order…

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of The Phantom of the Opera. Now, please excuse me as I go and cry…

Erik's First Love

She was young and innocent. She also was incredibly beautiful.

Basically, everything he wasn't. He was old and guilty with so many crimes. He committed sins that will never be forgiven for as long as he lived. And as for looks…

Erik's hand automatically went up to touch the mask and his eyes soon became slits. He certainly wasn't beautiful.

His eyes softened from their intensity as he gazed upon the young girl now playing with her hair through the glass. He would do or give anything to be with her…as any normal person could. To not have her shrink back in fear or worst, disgust.

He closed his eyes and gave a little sigh, not thinking of his actions.

Christine's head snapped up from her previous position of trying to untie her ballet shoes. She quickly turned to the mirror, looking for the cause of the sad sigh that echoed throughout the room.

Erik's eyes widened and his mind frantically told him to run to the safety of his lair. But to Erik's great disappointment his body was not responding.

Christine walked towards the mirror and Erik's breathing increased due to a mixture of fear and anxiety. She reached out a hand and put it on the mirror, not knowing the pain she was causing the man on the other side.

Erik's trembling hand rose and reached out to meet hers the cool glass the only thing separating them.

He felt a single tear run down his cheek.

He was in love.

And due to that fact, he was in great grief. The reason being that he knew she, let alone anyone, could never love him.

He looked up at her pretty face, so close to his. It couldn't happen…it would never work…

But he was still going to try.