Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera. Only the plot and writing of this story is my own.
Notes: This came to me as a drabble when I really should have been doing something more productive but couldn't focus. I intend to write more, and feedback will help me decide where to take it.
Began November 26, 2006
Lost in his Obsession
Chapter One
His long fingers caressed the keys in a sensual dance that brought forth the most beautiful sounds known to man – and yet, no other would ever hear them.
Bringing up those glorious hands, Erik buried his terrible face into his perfect palms and sobbed.
Life had never been easy for him – born to a mother who thought him a punishment from God, an abomination, a child of Satan. His horrible visage – a face so malformed and distorted that a mask upon it was the only way anyone could even look.
Forced to remain indoors, friendless, a most intelligent child was made to squander his gift alone in a world that hated him.
And now, even thirty years later, things had not changed. Getting away from the house that was his prison for ten long years only brought upon him more pain and suffering at the hands of strangers: first those that feared and scorned him, and then those that locked him in a cage, beat and humiliated him, and treated him as if he were a creature, not a boy at all.
Hope, something he had precious little to begin with, was lost and never regained, even after he escaped such hellish torture, even after he was taken in by such a kindly man in Italy, even after he was taught the ways of masonry and treated as an equal.
Hope never returned to him, not until so many years later, when he first set eyes on Christine Daae.
Yes, Christine Daae. A beautiful young woman, fresh in the corps de ballet, soft-spoken, mild-mannered, and determined beyond all belief to succeed in memory of her father.
It was bound to happen.
He was bound to fall in love.
What better way to complete the torture of his life than to be in love with a beautiful, angelic woman and know that as a demon, he would only ever be a thing of her worst fears and nightmares.
But still he longed for her. Longed for a life where he could be a normal man, where he would be free to walk the city streets in daylight, free to court a beautiful woman, free to kiss her hand without fearing that he would be the cause of her revulsion.
Christine Daae represented all he desired, and all he had been denied.
All that he must have.