The way of a Life

Chapter 1

It had been one year to the day since Erik had saw Christine. Things were quite different now he had locked up the beautiful room he had built for her and her alone vowing no one should set foot in it but her. No one went into the great opera now and it had been let go he no longer needed to hide in the catacombs though he hardly felt a need to come up since he felt closest to his memories of the only girl he loved, today he could hardly live with himself as memories were running and repeating over and over again discussions, thoughts, and their exchanging of looks repeated. So in aims of escaping his tortured mind he took a walk as he often did but today was different he felt a need to walk through his opera. Through the stage and gala.

"What has happened? Where am I, who am I? Where am I going" said a young girl.

She was trembling of fear walking to and though the abandoned streets of Paris. Dust and soot covered her. Wondering till she came upon a huge building that looked as if it had been in a fire feeling a strange belonging to go there went to door as fast as her tired feeble legs would take her.

Sitting in front of the cellar door Erik could only debate with him self whether to pass though or go back to the darkness he called home. "What is the point, I should just go back and save myself from the pain, I plan to exert upon my soul" now angered by the never ending thoughts repeating through his mind he yelled at the top of his lungs uttering out a sound of despair no human could or ever will imagine. In hopes that the pain would leave, even as the echoes.

Lingering the girl stood in front of the door. She could only here a faint whisper behind the great doors of the building. She entered quickly not with out hesitation suddenly dropped to a dead halt. Silently stood in a trance. And walked slowly but steadily up a fleet of stairs to a door with the heading "BOX 5" she stopped again as she wiped back her wavy locks of golden blonde hair. And slowly out stretched her hand to the silver doorknob noticing the dirt that coved her porcelain skin and smeared across her face from her tears, and thee ash that lay upon the marble floors and walls.

Feeling weaker and weaker as if some one was some one was stealing her strength to stay conscious she went in. But not being able to summon any more strength she collapsed into a chair and leaving her conscience state.

Finally Erik made his decision he would go up, he told himself there was no more pain in the world that he hadn't already suffered nothing could hurt him now. Thinking why couldn't he inflict the pain others had put upon him even as a child, till now in his lowly state of being. He marched up to the cellar door and pushed it open with no effort at all walking with a quick pace. He soon found him self on the stage gazing in what he had made of his once beautiful opera. Suddenly he looked down at his feet and an assortment of papers under his feet. Kneeling down carefully picked up the papers gently dusting them off to reveal a title of "Don Jon triumphant" a very disturbing emotion came to his face and he clenched the remains of his opera in his fist's tightly and stood looking at his opera with new eyes and views, When some thing caught his eyes a beautiful young girl.

Lay sleeping… in his box, she trembled even in her sleep as if she was in a nightmare but the truth is that if she wasn't before, then she was now.

Finally opening her eyes, the girl realized she must have slept all night and all day for it was night again. Still to tired to move, she scanned the great gala searching for a memory or a clue to what had happened before she came here when a golden glare caught the very corner of her eye. Fright encompassed and filled her mind not daring to turn her head or even breath thinking the dark figure would soon leave but it was to late

Slowly and quietly the shadow directed his body to hers. She could smell death, and a sense of coldness filled the air. The man putt an ice cold hand on her shoulder and in a reverent tone he whispered to her ear "so you finally decided join me, have you." She sat motionless though she could feel her heart beating faster and faster as every second passed "I've been waiting for you to wake" a silence passed.

Finally drawing up courage she turned to see the man he wore a tailored black tuxedo with a great cape draped over him and a mask that covered most of his face he was tall, and well built his eyes caught hers with no hopes of escape. They gazed.

"Dose he know my thoughts?" "Who could this man be?"

Thinking to himself "well, well she must be lost, it wouldn't be proper to leave a beautiful young woman to herself in a place like this." "she Will come with me."

Still in a locked trance, she whispered, "who are you?"

He nonchalantly / simply said, "Why, have you not heard of me. I'm Erik, or better known as The Phantom of the Opera, oh yes and one of my favorites a monster." After that being said he slid him himself to lean comfortably along the box railing his eyes had become clouded, his gaze had almost turned to a glare "Now why don't you spill your secret and tell me your name." coming out of the trance she steadied her hand under her chin and bluntly said "I, I cant remember." Now angered by her answer Erik left his position and pulled her up by the arm pinned to the wall he yelled "Do Not play Coy with me, Why are you here!" he was now heavily breathing as he let her drop to the floor. She lay on the floor fearing to face him uttered with a tone of plea "Please! Sir I speak the truth, I merely wondered in here, please I'm so tired I fainted not more than five minutes of being here.

Sliding his hands along the side of his head, running his fingers through his thick black hair, he paced the box slowly. Finally he paused and turned to sit in the chair next to her. He placed his head in the palm of his hands and said "Well what shall we do now mademoiselle?" She quickly replied, "Please, monsieur I will leave immediately, I'm sorry for intrusion". Now he lifted his head "Leave?!?! No, no you will stay here we have many things we must uncover". As she lay holding herself she turned to him "Uncover?"

"Well, you do understand that you are in my home, and you have entered in without my permission, now haven't you. So, now at least when you leave it will be under my command, in fact every thing you do will be under my command unless you are told by none other than Me." He now had a very pleased smirk on his face now as he leaned by in the chair; his arms crossed his head tilted a bit, as he studied the details of her face. He had just now noticed that she was covered in dirt and soot. All she could think was panic, "what have I gotten myself into? Opera ghost? Erik? No, I can't trust him after the way he treated me". Too so the silence was broken when Erik said, "Stand up you will come with me, we will get you cleaned up and rested." Not wanting to anger him she started to get up, but to tired fell back. He noticed and quickly grabbed her arm, she uttered out a screaming "No" fearing he had gotten mad and was going to hurt her again. He abruptly stopped she was on her knees, his hand now held her wrist, she was crying "please don't hurt me".

"I do not plan on hurting you". He placed his free hand along her waist and lifted her to her feet. "Come, I will help you its quite a long walk."