Authors note: This will be good. It takes place before both their stories ever happened. Jack the Ripper is just called Jack. And Erik is, well, Erik. One-Shot
Disclaimer: I don't own phantom of the opera or jack the ripper.
Jack and the Phantom
It was a cold, windy day in late October of the year 1887; Jack had just left his house to go to the Opera Populaire. His tweed coat stuck out among the foreign French overcoats, and he couldn't wait to get back to England. He hoped this new show of Hannibal would be great.
Erik knew this new prima donna Carlotta would be terrible, a joke if you would. He hated it. Just wait ,he thought, I'll give them something to talk about.
Oh, yes. His plan was ingenious. A masterpeace. All he need was an unsuspecting partner…
Jack walked up the steps and into the opera house. After finding his seat in box five, he waited for the show to begin. During the fisrt few acts, Jack fekt someone watching him. He slowly turned around and met the eyes of a stranger with cold, hard amber eyes.
"Hello there sir." Jack started.
"Out!" replied the stranger, "Out or ill have your head!"
"Why? The managers sold me this box. Who are you to tell me what to do?"
"I Am the Phantom who haunts these halls. The opera ghost. Did they not warn you?"
"No. I am Jack. And you will not get this sea-tuh!"
"Well then, let's see about that now wont we. How about a nice game of who can kill each other first?"
"Hmmm, you sound like an old friend of mine. Maybe under different circumstances we would be nice. But not now! This IS my SEAT!"
The two continued till a nice man with ebony skin and emerald eyes came and coaxed our dear Erik away. Jack left the opera feeling sad he did not see his opera, but happy he won with th phantom over the seat.
End Note: Ha. They probably would hate each other if they actually had met. And the nice man was the Daroga if you didn't notice. Review if good, don't if not.
