I was in a POTO mood, so I decided I was going to start a fanfic for it. I already know that it's going to start out rocky, and there definitely is going to be a M rated chapter or two, so I'll warn you with the bold above for what chapter it is. Thanks for taking the time to read it. I hope you enjoy it! :D
Chapter 1;
Christine was the only woman I've ever been jealous of, in my whole life. I was 9 when I found out about him. The 'Phantom' as everyone called him. I was exploring under the opera house in the caves. I wasn't after rats like the dwarf was, nor was I running away from the stupid pedophile like the other poor children. He knew to stay away from me. I was a stranded child that roamed around the opera house not looking to become an opera singer, but for adventure. I never slept, I never felt the need. Too much excitement.
As I was walking through the cave, I came to a parting and a body of water with a boat and an oar attached to a dock by a rope. With curiosity I climbed in and began to oar my way over to the other side to see what there was. There were rats everywhere in the caves, especially at the other side. Once I reached the other side, I climbed out of the boat and made sure that the rope was reachable when I was ready to leave. Once I stepped a single footstep onto the dirt, I heard an organ playing and then singing. Opera singing. Ew.
Yeah, to be honest, I didn't really care for it, but I didn't completely hate it. Even if I thought that it was icky.
I looked up to see another enclosure. I quickly went to the curve of the caved wall, and followed the side. When I finally reached the entranced I looked inside to see a woman and a man. The man sat upon an organ bench playing it, for the woman singing. She had long black hair and wore a tattered white dress. The man… I cannot describe how beautiful he was. He had long white hair that looked like it was groomed daily. He had a pointed nose and two eyebrows. He wore a black laced jacket and black pants. He also wore black boots. He looked pretty young. The way she looked, it was as if she was weak and were about to pass out.
I stood flat against the wall, making sure they couldn't see me. There was a bed and what looked to be a couple of night stands. Also a dresser. The man stopped playing, "Christine, are you alright?" He asked, almost concerned. She held onto the organ for support, as if she were about to faint. "Yes," She replied. He stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Come on, you need your rest. I must go for a while," he informed her. "No. I want to come with you," the woman demanded.
The man began walking my way, which made me rush over to the boat. Within seconds, I realized there were now two boats currently over here. "Oops," I whispered quietly. I climbed into the boat and quickly oared back over to the dock and tied it, before running off. With my luck, the man saw me. But a part of me didn't care. I ran to a well-hidden part and slide in between the hole. That woman was screaming at the top of her lungs that she hated him. I peeked through as I watched the man walk by, but the woman wasn't with him. He looked exactly in my direction, and began walking towards me. As he stepped right in front of me, I rose. There was no point in hiding. He held out his hand to me. I grabbed it and stepped out, shyly, making sure I stared at everything but his face.
"Why were you over there?" He asked after a long pause. I gulped slightly and he must've noticed. He softly drew his left hand to my neck and chin. With only a couple of fingers he drew my chin up to look at him. I looked into his chocolaty eyes with my green eyes. "She says she hates you," I finally manage to say. "Why?" He smiled ever so slightly, barely being noticeable. "Things you will never understand. Why were you over there?" He demanded his voice more stern, no longer a slight grin. "I was… ex-exploring," I answered, afraid of what was going to happen next. He still held my hand in his, his thumb lightly making circles in the little space between my index finger and thumb. "How cute. You need to go back above. And never return here," he said, almost a sad intent. "Will I ever see you again?" I asked the beautiful stranger in front of me. He let go of my hand. "With your luck, never." He grabbed my shoulder and shoved me forward to be on my way. I quickly turned around to see that the lovely man had vanished. I continued on my way, up to the above. That was the first encounter I had with the both of them.
I didn't exactly understand why I had a longing for him. Other than the fact that he was handsome. I think it might of been a vibe. A vibe of interest and danger, but caring innocence and love. Yeah, that was it. It had to be, considering all I knew about him was the fact that he was the 'Phantom'.
The second encounter was the next day. I decided I was going to go back very early in the morning. And in doing so, on the way, I found the woman running. Crying tears that made no sense. I could tell she was trying to pry free. But free of what, I had no idea. She was scared of something, or she didn't like something that the man had done. But he was perfect to me, so it made no sense. I followed in suspicion. And my founding's of what she led me to be uncool. She went to her other lover. She's cheating. On either one, I don't care. Well, I care more about the phantom.
Weeks later, news came out that she had died a terrible death. A boulder had falled on her and crushed her body in the caves, her heart had completely exploded. It made me smile. I wanted to go see him again, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. I couldn't admit it, but even though I was only 9, I had fallen deep into love with the man. I hadn't even known his name, or his story. I hated her for hurting him. But there was nothing I could do.
