Authors note:Hey everyone and welcome to my story.This is really my first story, and im rather nervous about it but at the same time i love the subject of which im writing about! The phantom im using in my story is based on the lovley Gerry Butler, for whom inspired my love of the phantom. All i ask is that you review this story, even if its only on the first chapter ill be happy,becasue the first chappy is what makes a story ne?So thank you for taking the time to look at this and i hope you enjoy.
OH PS.I don't own any of the characters so far,and im not making a profit from this at all
Not knowing what to do, nor where to go has to be one of the hardest things anyone will have to go through. Without a sense of direction, a reason for being one has nothing. There is little to wake up to each morning, and there is no purpose for starting your day. For that person there is no beginning, no middle and certainly no end. At least, not a happy ending. Erik had none of these things, there was no reason for him to wake up, no purpose, nothing. Every day blended into the next one, he didn't know whether it had been one day, one month, one year since she had gone. But she was gone, and that was the only knowledge Erik ever had to learn again. All hope of a happier life had gone completely now, tomorrow and the next day and every other day after that would be filled with nothing but contempt, misery and unhappiness. Hope, they say its frail yet it's hard to kill. Erik's hope had be killed in the most brutal way possible, he couldn't have any other hope now other than for death to become something other than himself and finally take him to the real hell which he deserved.
He had prided himself on being the King of the Opera house, being the Red death, something so feared, so unshakable in his foundations, something that people both feared and respected. He was powerful then, he was King. But the mighty warrior he believed himself out to be was weaker than he could ever have imagined. Cut down by the simple actions of girl in love and despair. Actions that would haunt him for the rest of his life, however long that might be. Nothing could have prepared him for the look in her eyes, that pity that she took upon him. He hated that look. It was the same look Madame Giry had given him when she was a small child, watching him be beaten for things beyond his control. Although in that case it has been a good advantage for him, the pity, it had helped him escape to a world that completely belonged to him. And that was the only thing he ever really wanted, something that was totally his and his alone. Something that faced past betrayal, something solid and something warm. Erik thought that she was that thing, he was mistaken. But what to do now? Where to go? It had never occurred to him what he would do one day if he was discovered in the depths of the Opera house, he never imagined that she would deny him, she was going to accept him on his first advance, give herself to him completely, and never ask about the mask that covered half of his face. He knew she would. But she didn't. He had be so wrong about her, building her up to be more than a doe eyed child, she was innocent, unaware of lust or passion, only the simply childish love that she had once shared with the Vicompt, something she favoured over what he could have given her.
He wasn't sure where his lust or passion came from, never having felt the touch of a woman's skin before; he believed that it was impossible for him to feel any affection for the fairer sex. He had been wrong again about that, he was, although most of the time he himself did not believe it, a human man. And his blood could boil with lust just the same as any other man's could. The disfigurement upon his face had no effect on that of his brain nor any other parts belonging to a man. He had wanted her, more than wanting to play his music from dawn till dusk, but he could no more have her than one could pluck a star from heaven. In reality she was something he could look at, something to be put in a glass case, like a beautiful sculpture to be admired. She had a beauty that he knew he could never have, and that was why he studied her, she was everything he wanted to be. Something so foreign to him that he couldn't help but be fascinated with what he could never have himself.
He was lost. He knew that, everyone that had ever helped him in his life was gone. And the fault could only be his to bear. He didn't understand that you cannot take from someone without them expecting something in return. The term "you don't get something for nothing" meant very little to him in his world. He took what he wanted from people, as those before had taken what they had wanted from him. That was the way it was, you took what you wanted and no one stopped you. He wanted 20,000 francs a month, he took it, he wanted the key to her dressing room, he took it, he wanted her, he took her. But this was the one time when someone decided to appose him, Raoul, the name made him sick to his stomach just thinking about it. The boy was the opposite of him in ever way, they were like day and night. And Erik realised that so were him and Christine, she was the sun in the bright morning sky, and he was the moon in the dark hollow night, they could not exist together because they would cancel each other out, he would kill the sun and the sun would kill the moon. It was not meant to be.
Erik didn't know what he was going to do with his future, he really didn't have one now that she was gone, and he had no home to go back to, the mod had destroyed everything, Little Meg had even taken his mask, the last cross he had to bear and she had taken it. He was grateful to her for riding him of the foul thing, but then what was he without his mask? His wall to hide him? There was no going back from whence he came. There was only forward, something that Erik believed held little promise.
Note:So thats its, my first chapter is done.I know there was't alot going on but its kind of the prologue to things and most of the time they are never very interesting, i hope that you atleast liked a little bit of it though and i would greatly appreciate your opinions on how i can imoprove, what was good about it, what was bad about it, or if i should simply just give up nowThank you!