Son of the fallen one?

Chapter 2

Where am I?

Sorry this took so long, I have been so busy it's not even funny. I'm in college now, well, dual enrollment, and it's been difficult doing that homework, and doing my high school work when I'm supposed to be on block scheduling and have like eight classes. It's horrible, I have all of my elective credits and most of them are electives. Anyway, enough venting and rambling. On with the story!

Disclaimer: I own nothing having to do with Hell Boy or The Phantom of the Opera. I own, only this story and extra Characters I have specifically added.

The Phantom

"She stepped out of the darkness and pulled the dark hood from her face. What I saw next was nothing my own disfigurement could have prepared me for."

She was red, bright red, with horns coming from her forehead, and a tail which twitched back and forth as she stared at him curiously, awaiting his reaction. What she received was one which I do not think I have ever used. My jaw dropped and I was at a loss for words. She looked like a demon, like… the devils own. But how, everyone always said that I was the devils child, me, a hideous monster. How could she be? Were they wrong; was it just something they said to make people hate me all the more? But… even though she was frightening, she had a softness about her features; kind eyes which said she understood me, a soft brow which made no judgments, a sweet voice which only let slip kind a caring words with sweet and plump lips to match, and I'm sure that she had a kind heart to compliment all of these. Everything she had, was everything I wanted, kindness and hope, and love. How was it that I lacked all of these things, and unlike her, I was human. Was she accepted by my race, where I was an outcast?

As all of these thoughts raced through my mind I hadn't noticed her advance toward me. By the time I had gotten my bearings, she was so close I could almost touch her, but I wouldn't dare lest she be a figment of my imagination and would disintegrate the moment my dead flesh came into to contact with her perfect bright red skin. She was still looking at me quizzically, searching my eyes for a sign as to what was happening behind them. Was she looking for approval, or was it something more?

"Who are you?" I whispered for the first time since she had appeared while looking down at her, dumbstruck.

"Who do you think I am?" She whispered again.

"I don't know, I can't figure it out. Are you just in my head, or are you here, really here?"

"Oh, I'm here alright, in the flesh." Her eyes seemed to smile. They were a yellowish color, almost amber, I've never seen eyes like that before. They were beautiful.

"But who are you?" I nearly pleaded.

"My name…" it was as if she was contemplating whether or not she would tell me. Her eyes got sad for a moment and stared off blindly, like she was remembering something. "My name is Kithara, but if you want you can call me Hell girl, everyone else does." She sounded kind of sad, a moment ago she was so sweet and kind… and happy. What changed? Maybe she knows pain as I do; she just copes with it a bit better. Until, that is, something triggers a memory.

"Why would I want to be like everybody else?" I asked kindly

"Isn't that what you've always wanted?" She asked, her eyes brimming with tears. I didn't understand her. She changed moods so quickly. Of course, wasn't that what I did, changed from being sad to mad to anxious…etc.

"I did, but now, for some reason, I don't. I don't know what it is; I just don't feel like being the same as everyone else anymore."

"Well, that's good." She said, her face lighting up again, not a tear left in her eyes. I smiled.

"You're no longer upset." She commented. It was true. What did this "girl?" do to me? She made my mood change in a way that not even Christine could do. How was it that I felt more at peace in her presence than I have in anyone else's? It was strange, and invigorating, I liked it.

"No, I'm not. I see no need to be now." I smiled lightly and ran my fingers through her long, thick, silky black hair. It was so soft, like, well, silk. I suppose that the saying is true, "never judge a book by its cover", it was especially true here. She was nothing like her appearance lead on. She was soft and kind, and sensitive. I bet underneath all that red and somewhat terrifying looking exterior, was a heart as pure as gold. But how? I t doesn't even matter anymore. She was here, and I felt as if I was falling in love, but I hadn't even known her that long. Maybe it's just that there was finally someone who could understand me, and whom I could understand. We were match made in… well… you get the picture.

She smiled into my touch, lightly bringing my hand to her cheek. Her skin was warm and inviting.

"So, Kithara?" I asked lightly. She brought her eyes up to meet mine and smiled.

"yes."

"A Greek instrument?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"I love music, every kind really. The ones who named me are the same. I kind of like it."

"As do I, to both things you said. I love music, and I love your name. It's different, and not something I have ever her as a name for a 'person'." I was struggling for words, not knowing if I could insult her if I weren't careful.

"That's ok, I know I'm not… 'normal', and I'm fine with it. I'm not human, and that's ok. I am what I am, and I wouldn't change. How could I?"

"True." Was my simple answer.

"So." She began. "Do you want to know why I came here?" She asked me

"Well, I suppose."

"Honestly, I was going to take you somewhere. I was going to have you meet someone." She explained

"Where and who?" I asked

"Well, the future, and Hell boy."

"What?" I was a little bit confused. How could she take me to the future, and who was this Hell boy. Was there another like her? Then my eyes found her outfit. She was wearing breeches; a girl was wearing breeches, and a long sleeved black shirt that flowed out at the wrist with a white flower on the left side of the chest. She had on boots, but not any boots I've ever seen. Her "breeches", were made of a strange material, it was course and blue, medium blue. What were these strange clothes, and who exactly was this girl. Was she from the future? So many questions, and unsure of how much time.

"Erik", wait she knows my name, I haven't told her that yet. "I'm from the future."

"What, this is impossible! You can't be, there's no such thing as time travel, it's impossible, all of this is impossible, you're impossible, this can't be happening!" Such confusion, I didn't like it.

"Of course it's possible, because it's happening. Come on, you have to open up your heart and really look at what's in front of you."

"Stop, I can't believe this."

"But you have to." She said quietly as if I had hurt her. I looked sympathetically at her. Such beauty she beheld, and jealous was I that she could have such beauty in such a menacing body.

"Why?" I asked exasperated.

"This is why." She jumped forward before I could react and grasped my hand. She took out a device which I was unfamiliar with and pressed something. A huge glowing circle appeared out of thin air and a strong breeze came from nowhere.

"What is that?!" I yelled partially out of fright.

"It's a portal, and we're going through it." She said calmly.

"What!?" She pulled me onward; no matter how hard I fought I could not break free of her grasp. She pushed me into the "portal", and soon after jumped in as well. As flew forward with no way of slowing down, I saw lights and colors, heard sounds, voices, fly past me. It was as if I were seeing what would happen throughout the course of the next several years, although most was undecipherable to me. Soon I could see the end of the portal, and the ground was coming at me at an increasing speed. I covered my face with my arms and awaited the hard landing. Much to my surprise and pleasure, I instead collided with a plump couch. Not the best of landings, but still much better than hitting hard ground. Kithara came flying through not long after I. I moved out of the way just before she landed. Probably not a gentlemanly thing to do, I should have caught her.

"Well, what do you think?" She asked me after she had adjusted herself in an upright position. I looked around at the large room which was filled with books, artifacts, and a… giant fish tank? What is this strange place, where am I?

A/N: Ok I know that this probably isn't all that great, and it might be a bit boring, but it's not like I got any reviews, I didn't know what to do. So, R&R, and please tell me what you want to see in the next chapter, maybe it will be more exciting that way. ^_^ well, peace out my delightful readers.