Hello! I'm Ghostly Melody. This is my first PTO story, and I hope this turns out pretty good. This takes place a year after the opera house burns, and is 2004 based. If you don't want to imagine the characters as such, do whatever you want. It's just a heads-up. I hope I do good with this. The fanfiction, "Midnight Abduction", basically tells itself. Erik captures Christine from Raoul. Not sure where this will go, but bare with me. Please R&R! It would make me happy! 3
Erik's POV, set in third person perspective.
Prologue
In the dark night, a masked figure prowls the silent city streets of 1872 Paris.
There isn't a single soul about apart from the current. He raises his head to the moon, just a sliver in the ink sky. The only light. The gas-lamps were down for some peculiar reason. For what, he wasn't aware.
The man tightens his black mask. It is different from the one he usually wears: white covering only one part of his face, which was lost in the fire. He winces; the horrible, washed over memories surface. It has been a year, and yet he has found it hard to forget. It's mostly because of her.
Wound in those tragic, fateful events, she played an important role, though she forces herself to omit them, wiping them clear of her mind until they are brought back up for short periods of time. She'll lose it if someone compels her to for too long.
The former Opera Ghost grimaces, and flicks his cape, always a habit of his. Damn her! He thinks, bitterly, why can I not forget that woman? And he knows the reason. Love. Which he has learned to be a cruel, merciless emotion. The Phantom shakes, grinding his teeth in hopes to block it all out. He runs the tumbling question in his mind over and over. Gloved hands trembling, he puts them in a tight ball. A grown man of himself shouldn't behave as would an infant!
He flicks his cape again, and travels further down the cobblestone street. He would find her; he couldn't go on.
His hands and body cease their raking. Arms to the side of his torso, he advances. Now, where to find her..? Is she close, or far? The man clenches his jaw and stops to think.
He would ask a civilian tomorrow. They would know of the de Changy mansion's location,surely.
His plan in action, he furrows his eyebrows, sets his posture, and disperses into the gathering mist