This is my first story so please be kind in your comments and tell me if i should continue:) I saw the Phantom of the Opera musical a few months ago and fell in love with it. Since then i have played the music non-stop. So enjoy my story and i will update soon! -Isabella-

A New Phantom

The Tragic story of Christian Downs…

Prologue

Paris- 1870, August 31.

"Just a bit more" shouted the Midwife over the woman's shrill screams.

"It's ok Honey, It's almost over" the husband said softly.

The husband tried not to scream as well.

He looked down at his right hand which that at the present moment was being crushed by his wife with enough force it might break his hand off.

30 minutes Later

"You did great darling" said the Husband.

"I did?" asked the wife quietly. She still had not returned to her normal colour, in fact she looked a bit green.

The husband smiled slightly.

The wife looked at the midwife her eyes shining with tears; she had longed to have her own perfect little baby after envying all her friends luck of having such perfect, beautiful children.

What if my child is one of those babies that has something wrong with it? What if it has a deformity? She shuddered at the thought.

My friends they would deny that they ever knew me if that were so. I would have to cast It out onto the street.

"How is my baby?" she finally asked nervously. "Congratulations Mrs. Downs it's a healthy, baby boy" replied the midwife who was beaming.

"Can I see him please?" a slow smile spread across the new mother's face.

The midwife was carrying a perfect little baby in her arms; she then presented the baby to his mother.

The husband then whispered to his wife "have you thought of any names?" the wife looked down at her new-born son, then back at her husband. "His name shall be Christian"

Paris- 1882

I sat at the piano, the perfect ivory keys glistening in the candle light.

"Christian?" my mother had just appeared in the doorway.

She was putting in a pair of diamond earrings (a gift from my father) "Your Father and I about to leave to dine with Ms. Day. Will you please practice your Piano while we are gone" she said.

"Yes Mother" I replied. She left the room.

I looked at the piano why do they force me to learn this instrument? i am no good at it at all.

Suddenly I heard foot steps, Mother returned to the room "Christian dear, your Father can not attened the Opera with me tommorrow night. Can you come with me instead?" she asked.

I looked at her, she knew i loathed the opera. "yes Mother i will come with you" i replied stiffly. i looked at the piano again "what are we seeing?" i inquired letting an icy tone slip out. "We are going to the premier of a new opera, it's called 'Don Juan Triumphant' " she replied just as coldly.

She then left without another word.