Authors note: Hello, this is my first fanfic, specifically my first phanfic, that is phantom fanfic, not Dan and Phil fanfic (eventhough I ship it). Anyways apologizes in advanced because I am new to writing stories on here and have literally no clue on what I am doing, look it's a learning experience. So anyways, this is the first phanfic I created when my phantom obsession arose and so a lot of my understanding of the characters began to come together in this, along with the more deeper I got into this obsession. Also, I respect everyone's views on the characters and the show and we all think of everything differently, so how I wrote these characters is how I view them. Finally for this authors note shout out to my best friend who deals with my obsession (and shares in it) who has edited this to make what wrote actually sound good.
Disclaimer: I do not own "The Phantom of the Opera", though I wish, credit is due to (Lord) Andrew Lloyd Webber for the brilliant musical and music, and Gaston Leroux for the original story. I do not own any of these characters, I do not own the lyrics that I use, I only own the computer that I am writing on and whatever happened to just spew out of my head and onto my computer.
Background: (I'm sorry, i'm almost done) I defiantly reference the Phantoms lair to how it is in the movie, as for who is who anyone can be your Erik, Christine, Raoul, ect... please feel free to think of whoever you see fit to be. I take no offense if you would like think a description of anyone or anything different to what I wrote, that is your choice that I would never think wrongly of.
OK I"M DONE NOW ON WITH MY OPERA...I MEAN PHANFIC!
Chapter 1: Le masque
Waking from her sleep, Christine realized that she was in a bed, that was not her own. Her mind began to wonder, "it was a dream wasn't it, it couldn't be real" she looked over and peered through the drawn curtain. A music box with a monkey playing the cymbals, played a quiet, yet haunting, little tune. She finally drew up the curtain and left the bed she laid in. Walking around the corner, she reminisced to herself, "I remember there was mist... swirling mist upon a vast glassy lake. There were candles all around, and on the lake there was a boat" She then looks over and sees him sitting at his piano, she could see a slight bit of his face or at least his mask but he didn't notice that she was awake. "And in the boat there was a man" Christine began to think to herself, "Who was that shape in the shadows?" She made her way closer to the phantom, "Who is the face in the mask?" Carefully, Christine tried to pull the mask off for only a second, wanting to see the reason why her angel was always hidden.
"No!" He shrieked, shoving her to the ground. "Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon, this is what you wanted to see?" He yelled as he pushed things out of his way, anger and pain consuming him. "Curse you! You little lying Delilah! You little viper, now you cannot ever be free! Damn you, curse you..." He ripped off a drape covering a mirror, to eye the monster glaring back. Christine stayed on the ground as he stuttered, "Stranger than you dreamt it. Can you even dare to look, or bear to think of me? This loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell. But secretly, yearns for heaven, secretly, secretly. But Christine..." He turned back towards Christine, still covering his face. Defeated, the Angel from Hell sunk to the ground, to look Christine in the eye. "Fear can turn to love. You'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster. This repulsive carcass. Who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly, secretly. Oh, Christine..." The phantom could barely whisper. His face couldn't be overseen, overlooked. The beast couldn't be loved by the beauty.
Tears fell from Christine's eyes and trailed down her face, not for the face of the disheartened phantom, but the cruel words he used for himself. Though half of his face was disfigured and took her by surprised, just last night she didn't even know what her angel of music looked like. The beauty of his heavenly voice, was all that mattered to her. She only wished he knew that she would not turn away from her Angel of music.
Slowly and carefully, Christine pulled herself closer to the phantom, who curled up in shame before her eyes. His body shifted away, it would be a punishment for both if she gazed at the monster. Despite his attempt to avoid her, she took her hand slowly and gently places it over top the phantom's hand that covered his face. Seconds passed by, until she carefully removed his hand from his face. Revealing the side of his deformity, the Angel shamefully turned away. Only to have her tighten her grip on his hand. With her free hand, Christine tried to have him face her by turning his head by his chin. "Please," she whispered softly, as if she were comforting a beaten dog, "I'm not afraid."
The phantom would still not meet her gaze, Christine squeezed his hand as another tear of sadness fell from her eye, landing on top of the phantom's hand. He blinked as he watched the tear slide down his wrist. Did she really weep for him, for him the monster that he was? He slowly began to turn his head, his gaze remaining towards the ground. "I'm so sorry," He whimpered, apologizing for the tears she shed, for the face she must bare to look at. Christine remained silent, bringing her hand to the deformed side of his face, comforting her sweet, broken Angel. This kind human touch, on the side of his face that had been denied since birth, felt so foreign to the phantom. "I don't understand your kindness towards me, towards this. Why haven't you just run away?" He cried.
Christine wiped away his tears with her delicate hand, looking at her angel with sorrow and compassion, "you are more than just this face, how can you be blind to the beauty underneath?" She took his hands as her eyes watered, "I'm not going leave you, I'm not going to run away." She dried away more of his tears, placing the mask back onto his face, "Oh my Angel, the world may be cruel, but you no longer have to hide from me."
The phantom tried to pull himself together. He knew he could not keep her much longer, however much he wished. A company he never had before. He returned Christine's favor and wiped away the tears that remained on her face ever so gently with his thumb, barely skimming her porcelain skin. "Come we must return, those two fools running my theatre will be missing you." He said as he stood, offering her his hand.
Authors note: Yes I know this chapter is short, I realize that and I know short chapters are not fun but bear with me. That's all I ask of you (sorry I had to.) Like I mentioned before I really was using how everything was laid out in the movie and yes that caused me to draw very much to how that scene is done. I do not follow the movie exactly but I really do have an appreciation for the movies set. I will put it out there now that I am more of a fan of the stage production than the movie and I feel this is just for future reference for any phanfic of mine, the movie holds a special place in my heart though so there is no hate, the last thing I need is drama or a shattered chandelier. Like I said earlier though please read with your preferences so you can fully enjoy this. Okay, i'm done being a babbling fool, I shall see you in the next chapter. Also review and stuff, whatever it is you do on here, I'm still new.