Ok, so this story is kind of a what if, so what if Erik met Christine when they were very young..Erik still being in the camp and Christine still being with her father..I had written a story like this before on an old account but I deleted it and now I am a better writer I thought I would re-write it (this is not a one-shot story it it going to have up to sixty chapters) so I do hope you enjoy, and if you must know the ages Erik is about eleven and Christine about eight.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters all rights go to:Gaston Leroux & Susan Kay.

Erik

I awake to the sound of chain dropping and the loud screech of my cage opening, I shot to my knees and scurried into the corner as I saw the silhouette of my master

"My little corpse!" He shouted, I could tell by his tone and the way he slurred his words that he was drunk, this made the situation even worse

"Oh, don't hide from me" he pouted

"Fine!" He screamed, along with his voice the sound of a whip reverbed from the floor, I now knelt behind a stack of old hay shaking and frightened out of my mind.

"When I get my hands on you..oh, you'll be sorry!" He growled, I was now wondering how many lashes it would be tonight...thirty...fifty, eighty?

Would I even survive tonight? maybe tonight's the night I would finally be put to rest and to rot in hell for an eternity, suddenly the stack of hay was kicked violently across the small space and there I sat curled up vulnerable and scared.

"P-please m..."

He grabbed me by my hair and forced me to stand up, only to be pushed back down...I knew what was coming next, I turned my head sharply to see the bullwhip being rose above his head I turned quickly and closed my eyes before hearing the crack and feeling the pain, cutting through my flesh I bit back the screams that wanted to come as I knew that if I let them sound, there would be a probability of my death.

I had been told that God existed, in fact I was brought up in a strong catholic household and mother was very harsh when it came to me speaking against him, I however never really believed in that myth, if there was a god i'm sure he would have not cast me upon this earth only to be born to a world or hate, scorn and loathing for he would have been a very cruel god indeed.

I couldn't hold in the pain anymore, after the tenth lash I let out an almighty roar, the whipping seized for a moment before feeling a heavy boot upon my wounded back, pushing me to the floor and once I was laying there, he started kicking my sides, repeatedly..a few moments later everything turned dark.

I'm sorry for the short chapter, if you liked please review and I have written chapter Two it is longer but I thought this was a good way to end the chapter...poor Erik :(