Disclaimer: Unfortuneately because of Fate we are not the owners of Phantom of the Opera. Although Kiki would like to mention that she owns a teddy bear named Erik Boo and is looking for a teddy bear half-mask. Anyways the idea is ours so maybe we can claim that. This is a first Black and Blue Productions Phantom phic. Enjoy.
A New Beginning
Chapter 1: With every end follows a new beginning
She awoke to darkness, a darkness that frightened her. She was terrified that it would comsume her and no one would save her from it's strong and cold grasp. Crying out, she lifted her body up, hoping that someone would hear and resue her by turning on some sort of light. Unfotunately, upon getting up, her head pounded violently and forced her to lay back down on the comfortable mattress beneath her. This was all too confusing, Where was she? What had happend, why was she here? Beads of persperation fell off her brow, and although she wanted to cry, she knew it would only cause more pain.
If I could only find a bloody light I would be fine, she thought. Trying to remember where the lamps were, she attempted to lift her body again. This time, she had been prepared, and even if the pain was great, she managed to stay up. Caerfully she placed her feet on the floor and shuffled to what looked like the outline of a door. Her eyes adjusted once more, and she realized she was in a someone's bedroom. She could see her shadow in the mirror infront of the bed. Panicking, she felt around the wall for a switch, a lamp anything she could turn on to help her see her face.
She didn't know what she looked like! this was all so sudden and strange. It felt as if she was born today and knew all that needed to be known in life but had nothing personal attached. If she could just turn on this light, maybe just maybe she would know. Maybe she would know the woman staring back. She didn't know what was going on, or what had happened, but the desire for light eventually control her and her panic turned to fury.
Finally finding the switch for the gas lamp she turned a hard right.
The image before her left her speechless, she had donned a white wedding dress, crumpled from sleep and spoiled with blood. Not an excessive amount, but enough to see the crimons hue eminate from the white silk.
"Oh my God," She said as she saw the dark stains, and before her ears or brain could register what she was doing, she found herslef screaming a high pitched, unearthly cry.
She fell back trying to hide herself from the evil reflection of the mirror and coward near the edge of the bed.
Within a moment later, the door burst open, flooding the room with a brighter, and more distinguising light. She raised her hand to her eyes, hoping they would focus and adjust as she saw the outline of a man standing there. Without hesitation, he took a step closer to her, only making her more uncomfortable as he said.
"Christine? Your awake!"
T B C....
A New Beginning
Chapter 1: With every end follows a new beginning
She awoke to darkness, a darkness that frightened her. She was terrified that it would comsume her and no one would save her from it's strong and cold grasp. Crying out, she lifted her body up, hoping that someone would hear and resue her by turning on some sort of light. Unfotunately, upon getting up, her head pounded violently and forced her to lay back down on the comfortable mattress beneath her. This was all too confusing, Where was she? What had happend, why was she here? Beads of persperation fell off her brow, and although she wanted to cry, she knew it would only cause more pain.
If I could only find a bloody light I would be fine, she thought. Trying to remember where the lamps were, she attempted to lift her body again. This time, she had been prepared, and even if the pain was great, she managed to stay up. Caerfully she placed her feet on the floor and shuffled to what looked like the outline of a door. Her eyes adjusted once more, and she realized she was in a someone's bedroom. She could see her shadow in the mirror infront of the bed. Panicking, she felt around the wall for a switch, a lamp anything she could turn on to help her see her face.
She didn't know what she looked like! this was all so sudden and strange. It felt as if she was born today and knew all that needed to be known in life but had nothing personal attached. If she could just turn on this light, maybe just maybe she would know. Maybe she would know the woman staring back. She didn't know what was going on, or what had happened, but the desire for light eventually control her and her panic turned to fury.
Finally finding the switch for the gas lamp she turned a hard right.
The image before her left her speechless, she had donned a white wedding dress, crumpled from sleep and spoiled with blood. Not an excessive amount, but enough to see the crimons hue eminate from the white silk.
"Oh my God," She said as she saw the dark stains, and before her ears or brain could register what she was doing, she found herslef screaming a high pitched, unearthly cry.
She fell back trying to hide herself from the evil reflection of the mirror and coward near the edge of the bed.
Within a moment later, the door burst open, flooding the room with a brighter, and more distinguising light. She raised her hand to her eyes, hoping they would focus and adjust as she saw the outline of a man standing there. Without hesitation, he took a step closer to her, only making her more uncomfortable as he said.
"Christine? Your awake!"
T B C....