Author's note: This is my first crossover fanfiction attempt----I have always thought that the Phantom and V were too alike to let it go unnoticed for long, so I decided to change all that. Both V and Erik are based on the wonderful actors that portrayed them in the movies, namely Hugo Weaving and Gerald Butler. As always, criticism and reviews are always welcome----also suggestions. The rating may go up as I get further into the story-----I will let you know. Thanks to all who are going to read and review-----so, please enjoy! As always I have no claim to either V or the Opera Ghost----oh, well....... Update!!!!! There is a sequel to POTO on it's way! Phantom: Love Never Dies is due to begin it's Broadway run the last of this year, and yes, Andrew Lloyd Webber is at the reins once again! You can do a search for POTO sequel, and all the sites will come up. I'm so excited!!!!!!!!!
' Of The Wildest Dreams '
--------Prelude------
' 1897 '
Dark eyes peered from the shadows across the underground lake toward the raised iron gate and beyond. Tears ran down both cheeks----one, deformed from birth, the other soft and human. The man looked down at the diamond dinner ring he held in his hand. " I loved you......Christine....." He mouthed the words softly. His home now an unfamiliar prison, its memories slowly killing what was left of his soul and driving him deeper into despair. Walking over to where the mechanical monkey sat atop its velvet cushioned box, he picked it up, caressing it gently. " It is finished----my music of the night." With trembling hands, he returned it to its place, and bent to pick up a sliver of the broken glass raising it toward his throat. The pressure of the sharp edge drew blood, splattering upon his fingers. Gathering his strength, he began the cut that would end his life.
" Erik......." A voice carried upon the wind caught his ears. " Erik......"
His eyes darted across the deserted lagoon, searching for where the sound was echoing from.
" Erik.....Erik....." It repeated again and again until finally, he dropped the glass shard and covered his ears, his eyes closed as sobs began ripping from deep in his chest. " Do not haunt me! Let me die in peace!" He cried.
" No Erik......" The voice grew closer. " You will not die......"
Loud maniacal laughter tore from his throat. " Who are you to tell me if I live or die......" He turned toward the last intact mirror, his reflection shinning dimly in the candle light. The large candle holder he held shattered the glass into pieces.
" Cast your eyes upon me Erik, and see your destiny." The voice commanded.
Reluctantly, he turned. Before him, a shimmering mist was forming meters above the water, a light in the darkness growing brighter until a form took shape. He turned his eyes from it, afraid to look. Within the light, a woman floated, dressed in gossamer clothing, long white hair cascading over shoulders of alabaster. " Look upon me, Erik, do not be afraid." The soft voice soothed his trembling flesh.
He raised his head, his hand shielding his eyes from the bright light. " Who are you?"
The woman smiled as she moved toward him. " I am Destiny-----your destiny."
" Destiny?!" He huffed, " I have no destiny, only death....."
Destiny touched the ground in front of him, sadness showing on her beautiful face. " No Erik, everyone has a destiny, you are no different."
" Christine is gone-----" He walked away from the spirit. " I have no destiny."
" Erik, you have been given another chance to find true love." She spoke with hope in her voice, " You will be transported to the future to make your way in a new world. There, you will fulfill your rightful destiny." Raising her hand, she began to circle him in a bright light until he became engulfed by it, disappearing on a journey that would forever change his life.