Welcome everyone!

This is my first fanfiction. I've had some inspirations for this story such as time travel and a witch involved.

Several warnings: I am having this story rated M for some actions of violence and adult themes. As I get closer to those scenes, I'll warn ahead of time to make sure no one is caught by surprise. This is a story of romance with smut-light themes and several fantasy twists to it.

In relation to the Persian for copyright reasons, I've changed the descendent of the Persian to Omar Dessan, and with permission of a fellow writer I know, she's given me permission to use her name "Amir Dessan" for the Persian ancestor.

I'll be using Italics for when people are thinking private thoughts. As for Christine, she's matured, as did Erik. There will be some new characters as the time placement of this fanfic will be set in modern times.

I do not own Phantom of the Opera, Andrew Lloyd Webber owns all things pertaining to POTO.

ENJOY!

Chapter 1

Paris, France 2013

Erik stared into the fire's flickering flames. How much longer? Some 130 years of waiting and still the witch want something from me. Why me? A damnable ray of sunshine… He had long ago resigned himself to this prison life the witch had placed him in, but the reasons behind it didn't make sense. Being trapped in a room in his lair by a magically cursed mirror was a cruel irony.

He barely ever had anything to do now. He had exhausted his books, his scrolls, and his music. After exhausting all those pieces several times over, it had been 24 years, taking his time to compose, read and reread books and the like. He worked on architecture for another 47 years before exhausting that department. 71 years on just focusing on his talents. Only then did he write down his thoughts and knowledge taking another 36 years to do just that. Now with nothing to do he spent the last few years to sit and think, depressing as it was. Erik sighed yet again for the nth time that day. He spent the last 23 years thinking. About everything. He had no idea what the surface would hold for him if he ever got out. Nor would he know what had occurred since that day he was imprisoned here in this God-forsaken place. I know it will be different from my time. Erik thought as he mindlessly raised the handheld mirror he always made sure to check every so often.

The mirror was made of silver and copper. It was oval with a simple design that had rubies and sapphires arranged around the mirror itself. The handle was about seven inches long with a large blue diamond the size of a toddler's fist, set at the end. All in all, it was a mirror of a plain, but beautiful design. How could something so simple and plain be so beautiful? Erik wondered. The mirror was connected magically to Christine's handheld mirror. Her mirror, which it was connected, once sat on her vanity in her room, yet now it sat in a dark room face upward on something.

Every day he kept the mirror near to make sure to see if he could reach anyone to escape. Erik shook his head, never seeing anything in all the 130 years he was there, aside from shifting shadows. Erik thought of Christine again… Oh Christine… My love.

Christine looked out over the city of Paris, France and sighed. She had been trapped here in the attic of the Opera Popular for the last 130 years. She was constantly in awe of the improvements of the technology, clothing, and many other things over the years since she was locked in her room by the witch. Christine had long ago guessed the witch didn't want people and Erik to know what happened between them so long ago. The incident by which she remembered was when Raoul fatally shot Erik and she, Christine, gave up her voice to saw Erik's life. All because she loved him.

And I still love him. Christine mused. Thinking back to that day…

*Flashback*

She had left Raoul several months after the events beneath the opera house as Raoul, Christine discovered, had kept slaves for his basement to torture and as well as several mistresses. He had only had come to save her from… as he put it…. "the freak" … to give her a normal life and marriage. He revealed to her he only ever wanted her for her body and to produce legitimate heirs. Not only that, he was physically abusive to her behind closed doors to their private chambers and only had her as a trophy wife when society demanded it, only waiting for their private room to unleash his beastly urges on her. When he had given her a rather ragged and large scar across the left side of her face did she think to try to plan an escape. She had several servants and a friend of the underworld of France help her to do so.

After several more brutal weeks, to plan and to heal her face, she put her plan to action. She and her three servants escaped to the Opera House to warn Erik in a letter of her love and the danger they bother were in. After Christine had reached Erik's lair, she was both shocked and elated to see that Erik at his mantle, but she soon became distraught at his state of being. He was thinner than before and weak looking as if he hadn't eaten for a while. He had his eyes closed and his head resting against the mantle's cold side. His mask sat on the ground in front of him, revealing to her his deformity. Something that she had grown to love and see that it was a part of him. Christine, saddened, compassion filling her, shed a tear as she stepped forward slowly.

Erik opened his eyes at her foot fell in front of him. Christine fell to her knees and he gasped, looking away, shielding his face from her. They didn't speak as Christine gently, yet firmly turned his face towards her again.

"Why are you here Christine?" Erik questioned.

Christine frowned, "I came because I love you Erik."

Erik, still didn't meet her eye as he spoke, "Hn… You left with that boy all those weeks ago… Why now tell me now Christine? Did you come back to make me suffer more?" Erik lifted his gaze to her eyes.

"Raoul is a monster, Erik. He… he beat me… He never really loved me." Christine lowered her gaze from him to her hands as she mindlessly played with her shawl before continuing, "He said the same day he rescued me he would only use me as a trophy wife. He even revealed that he didn't truly love me. And when I looked into his eyes, I knew it to be true. He didn't love me. I then realized I had no way to escape his hold without help, thus why I didn't come to you right away. I realized that evening I loved you despite the weird circumstances and things you have done Erik, many of which I condemn, but have forgiven." Christine said, not realizing she had tears streaming down her face. Soon she closed her eyes and sobbed quietly into her hands for all the foolish things she had done. To herself. And to Erik. To Raoul. And saddened at all the shattered pieces because of events leading to this moments.

Suddenly Christine felt a hand on her shoulder followed by a second on her other shoulder. She snapped her tear-stricken face up only to be shocked by Erik's adoring tear-filled eyes. Christine watched as he raised his ungloved hand to her check tenderly, softly, "I'm sorry my angel for what you have gone through. Have no doubt, Christine… I forgive you." Erik said.

Christine whimpered before she launched herself forwards to kiss Erik passionately. Erik, surprised yet exhilarated, quickly and just as passionately kissed her back. But the kiss was interrupted by a growl of anger and the sound of boots on stone behind her. Christine gasped in fright to see it was Raoul, and he was holding a sword in hand.

"Come forth freak! Let's finish this now. Whoever wins keeps Christine as wife." Raoul screamed, as he threw a sword at Erik.

Raoul readied his own sword as Erik stood and took the sword Raoul threw at him. As they danced a deadly dance of death, Christine watched in horror as Raoul immediately attacked Erik, Erik barely having the ability to block Raoul's attacks once he got his sword out. Raoul and Erik fought around Erik's lair never out doing each other. After what seemed like hours, the two rivals started to get weary from their fight. Raoul, however, got a hold of an old candelabra, throwing it at Erik. Erik thrown off balance couldn't block Raoul's attack to disarm him. Raoul pushed him to the ground and sneered, "Your life ends here freak!" Raoul screamed. Erik closed his eyes, expecting pain as Raoul stabbed forward.

But pain never came. Only the sound of a man moaning in pain. And a woman's angry shout. Erik opened his eyes to see a shocking sight. Christine had taken a sword and stabbed it clean through Raoul's chest. The man was whimpering in pain as Christine screamed in his ear, "Don't you dare touch my love, you beast of a man. Time to meet your maker!" Christine shoved Raoul to the floor.

Raoul stumbled back with the sword in his chest. He struggled to stand, but failed as he went to his knees. He breathed heavily, sneering at Christine, "If I can… cannot have you… neither shall… he…" Raoul pulled a revolver from his jacket… and shot Erik in the chest.

Christine screamed as Erik moaned in pain and fell back. Raoul slumped forward onto the full length of the sword, killing himself. Christine pulled Erik to herself saying, "No Erik! NO! My love! Stay with me!" She said despairingly.

"Christine…?" Erik said weakly. "Don't worry… I love… love you… You made me… the happiest man… in the… world… I have… have always loved… you… And seeing you again… made me complete… I… love… you…" And with that… Erik breathed his last.

Christine squeaked, "Erik?"

No response.

"Erik?" Christine whispered.

"ERIK!" Christine screamed. Sobbing uncontrollably, Christine held onto Erik's body.

However, an eerie sensation crept into Christine's soul as she sobbed there. A sense of death and foreboding like she had never felt before. She looked up from sobbing and around the cavern. It was somehow darker on a deeper plane. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Except for the scary old hag ten feet from the place where she sat.

Christine couldn't get a word out of her mouth before the old crone crackled, "You want his back dearie?"

"Yes…. Why?" Christine whispered in fright.

"Hn…" The old haggish crone sounded. She turned away to look over the cavern and the lake. "You know you want him… to be alive again. Do you want to make a deal?" the crone asked as she turned towards Christine again.

Christine watched as the old hag crept forward towards her, making her shiver in fear. She thought for a split second, but decided it was worth saving her love from death. Christine looked up to the old hag, then down to Erik, and back again. "What is it you want from me if I say yes?"

The old hag smiled and crocked, "You would have to give up your voice and have to be prisoner to this building. You will never be able to speak or… sing again. And if you attempt to make any contact with him or others, you'll lose your ability to see as well." At that the old hag laughed maniacally.

Desperate and along, Christine took the old hag's hand. However, pain came from her throat. A flash of light causing a ball of light to form in her throat and come out of her mouth. Christine's hand flew to her throat, trying to speak, but no sound came out. The old hag smiled and cupped the ball of light, which was singing, "Angel of music, guide and guardian…" Christine's song for Erik.

"You, my dearie, are going up to your room, the attic, to be locked up. MEDUSA!" The old hag screamed. Up came a serpent-like lady from the water and she nodded. "Bring the young woman up to the attic and lock her in. I'll be up soon to inform her and say goodbye."

Medusa nodded, then hissed for Christine to follow without question. Christine sighed, but followed knowing there was no turning back. She bent down and kissed Erik, who was healed and breathing again. Christine sighed again silently and followed the serpentine woman to the boat.

Looking back at the old hag and Erik one last time, Christine knew she was in for a long haul.

*End of Flashback*

And that was the last time I saw Erik and one of only two times I saw the old haggish witch, Arnawa. Christine thought. The old hag had come up to explain to her she and Erik would never age, being trapped in the building until all time ended or they were killed. As the old hag had put it, to suffer all silence alone forever and always.

Christine watched as a young man walked by without glancing at the building. She sighed, yet again silently, never having her voice heard again. The old hag had also said Erik was hidden away somewhere in the opera house, in a way condemning them both to live out their own personal hells alone forever. As Christine watched as am airplane came by overhead, her eyes picked up a flicker of movement. Two women, maybe sisters, and a man stood staring up as the opera house. Christine froze with fright and hope. The older woman glanced her way making eye contact for several seconds before Christine wheeled back in fright, disappearing from view of the woman's line of sight.

Oh dear… Who could this witch be to bring back the dead?

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