Chapter One

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I have read phantom of the opera and the Phantom both are great books, also I own both the cd and the movie of Phantom of the Opera. Here is the revise version. So read and review. Please tell me what you think? Ignore grammar errors or spelling mistakes please. BTW Thanks goes to Mominator124 for all that great work with correct and helping me with this story.

She simply was beautiful, and he had never seen as beautiful a girl as her before in his life. Her gorgeous hair blew in the wind and her big brown eyes declared undying love for him in them. He had never seen love in someone's eyes like that before and they were looking directly at him. The only thing he had seen in people's eyes toward him was hate and disgust.

The girl had shoulder length hair, and she was small little thing. She had to be a couple years younger than him, and he was nineteen. Her mouth started to move and utter words that he had been dying to hear from the weaker sex. He strained his ears, trying to make out what she was saying. The first time he couldn't hear her, so he tried to ask her to repeat it but the wind started to pick up and it began to rain. She then said the three words he had longed to hear since he was a child:

'I Love You.' (

When Erik heard those words, his heart started to speed up and for the first time ever he felt some kind of joy in life. Oh, how he longed to wrap his arms around her and repeat those very words back to her.

"Get up, you ugly thing!'' a voice shouted, interrupting his dream, and he felt a splash of water hit his face.

Standing over him was his master, who had captured Erik when he was thirteen. Sometimes he simply longed to choke off his master's life. His master had curly black hair and beard, and his face was cover with dirty and his clothing was filthy. The young slave's name was Erik Destler. He lived with a bunch of gypsies who ran some type of traveling circus or a freak show. Erik was billed as 'The Devil's Child' because of his deformed face.

The ballet students from the Opera Populaire had been allowed to attend the circus, and among those girls was a young woman of sixteen; Christine Daaé. She was tagging along with her friend Meg Giry, the daughter of the ballet mistress, when they entered the tent. Everything was so exciting and scary. While Meg had bright blonde hair and two sapphire blue eyes, Christine had long curly brown hair and brown eyes. Christine was frightened from everything she had seen, but Meg was the brave one in their small group and she demanded that Christine come with her to see the Devil's Child. At first, Christine was nervous about going to see a show about the devil's offspring.

"You want to see something scary?'' Christine complained.

"Yes, please Christine,'' Meg begged.

"All right.''

"Yes,'' Meg cried out, and grabbed her hand. They ran to the Devil's Child attraction. It was in another section of the tent, and there were benches surrounding a black box in the center of the area. Christine tapped on Meg's shoulder and pointed to the box and asked "What is that?''

"I don't know,'' Meg replied, Christine continued to stare at the black sheet.

"Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, said a big man who appeared out of nowhere. The audience broke into applause.

"Thank you, thank you. Ladies and Gentleman, I present to you Devil's Child.'' The man ripped off the black covering to reveal a young man in a coffin surrounded by flowers. He looked like a regular man but wore a mask which covered his face from the top of his forehead to the bottom of his chin. Only his eyes and lips were uncovered.

Christine noticed the clothes he was wearing, and found they were not very clean and partially failing apart on the poor boy. He opened his mouth, and a beautiful sound engulfed the audience.

The flowers that were surrounding him started to dance and sing with him. It was simply magnificent; Christine was amazed by the magic this young man could do.

Then the master strode into the cage with the masked man and ripped the mask off the poor fellow's face, and what Christine saw made her gasp. Women and children start to cry and scream. Men cried out at his hideous visage. .His face was deformed. He had no real nose; his skin looked like it was peeling off. It was red, and looked as if it had been burned. Meg cried wept in terror and Christine felt tears falling down her cheek.

"And now, I present you with the Devil's Child. Only the devil's own spawn could be this ugly'' said bellowed the master as he began to strike the poor creature. The crowd didn't care that this wretched being was a man and started to cheer the master on. Christine's stomach began to toss and turn as she watched this act of torture.

"You want more?'' The gypsy man shouted out to the crowd, who hollered back in affirmative. He then flicked his whip, hitting the strange man on his chest and back. The man didn't make one sound or shed a single tear, but you could tell by the pain in his eyes that this act was humiliating to him. She couldn't sit still for this anymore.

"St…op…'' Christine whisper, slowly got up and rushed toward the man with a whip.

"Stop it.'' Only a handful of people heard, and the master continued to use his whip to hit the man.

"STOP!'' Christine called out to the gypsy, and grabbed hold of his hand. She tried to wrestle the whip out of the master's grip, but he simply shook her off his arm, causing her to fall in right into the coffin the strange being man was chained to. She looked up to find herself face to deformed face, but she looked past the horror and found herself mesmerized by his green eyes.

'What beautiful eyes he has…' Christine thought to herself.

Read and Review. Here is the revise and edited version of Chapter one of Love Me for Me. So what you guys think?? Good or bad??? Need to be longer…more drama…what?? Also Sorry for grammar errors and spelling mistakes.

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Kagome