Letter from the fan-fictioner:

Hello, and thank you for taking the time to read this I hope you enjoy it.

I also want to say that in this version its based in Seattle, Washington, USA and Christine is in her early 20's while Erik/Phantom is in his mid to late 20's.

Thanks again.

I do not own Phantom of The Opera, all rights reserved to Gaston Leroux and Andrew Lloyd Webber. I also don't own the places and buildings named in the story, I have them there to add affect for fans who live in the United States and that might have been to Seattle.


Chapter 1: Christine Daae's POV (Point of view)

I lifted my head, closing my eyes, feeling small snowflakes fall upon my cold and almost-numbed face. Opening my eyes once more to the Seattle Space Needle, I took in a breath of cold air. It was my first year staying in Seattle, WA and I had begun to fall in love with it and what it had to offer. I waited all summer for the Ballet and Opera House to send back the results of my audition as well as my Arts School application, the wait was killing me but the results cam in and I was accepted into both!

I heard my name called, "Christine, Christine! Its cold out, let's go inside for some warm coffee. Christine!" My roommate Megan whined.

"Wha? Oh yes! Let's!" I opened the coffee shop's door, feeling the rush of warmth hit my face and the smell of coffee beans fill my nose.

"What will you be getting, Meg?" I said pulling my gloves off.

"Hmm, well the spice chi sounded good. What do you think?"

"Sure, we can get two of those and maybe a few pastries."

"OK. Find us a seat, would you?"

As she ordered out drinks and food, I sat by the window looking out to the Space Needle, feeling my shoulder being shaken, " You ok, Christine? You know we can cancel out trip with the tour of the underground tunnels, right?"

"I'm quite fine, just spacing off." I let out a little sigh, "Just missing Papa."

Phantom of the Opera/ Erik's POV

I felt something was different about today, my body felt full of energy, which isn't normal in this season of cold.

"I need to check the tunnels, this isn't right." I said to the friendly darkness that surrounded me. I began to row my boat top the main tunnels. Once there I heard voices,

"During the Great Seattle Fire, 31 blocks were destroyed so they made buildings with bricks after." The guide told his group of tourists.

Ian Kahn was the tour guide, an acquaintance of mine. He agreed with me that he'd make sure his tourists stay together so that they wouldn't see me. I stayed within the shadows for security as I watched the strangers venture through my dark and cold labyrinth. I then heard a voice almost as lovely as the sound of a small bell.

"Meg, don't you just love history?" A young girl with brown, casual curled hair looking to her smaller friend with dirty blonde hair."

"Oh yes Christine, it can be quite marvelous to learn about." The small one known as Meg replied. They were coming closer now, I could smell Christine's strong, floral perfume. It was truly a scent of heaven. She laughed and it sounded of heavenly origin to my ears. I watched closer, almost stepping out of my dark haven.

"You know Christine, I once was told there's a ghost that haunts these tunnels." Meg nudged Christine with her elbow, smiling.

"Oh? You don't say?" Her look of curiosity adored me. "He must be rather lonely down here, I know I would be." As she said this I nodded my head, it really was lonesome down here but I had grown to enjoy the lonesomeness. Some days I could hear music being played from up above in the McCaw Hall, my playground.

Christine's flashlight drew near to my origin and I moved back just in time. An angel such as her would never want to know a monster such as thee existed. I couldn't help but listen into their conversation.

"So where do they perform the dances of your ballet school?"

"The McCaw Hall not too far from here actually." Hmm, ballet dancers are they? I might be seeing more of them than I anticipated. "So how are your advanced classes treating you anyways?" Christine continued.

"Pretty well, its just a pain in the butt having to do our routine till 11 at night, ya know?"

"No wonder you're always tired when you return to the dorms. Seems like we don't do any free time things." Christine said as they walked behind the tour group. She moved her beam of light once more in my direction, this time I had to hide behind a structural post. Wiping a bead of sweat off my face with my glove-covered hand, "Whew, that was close." I whispered softly.

"Did you hear something?" Christine grabbed Meg's sleeve, looking about.

"Kahn turned around to them," Some times the tunnels have whispers of the lost that an be heard, if your luck enough." He said with a smirk. Oh yes, the lost indeed. "Let's continue on, shall we?"