December 13, 1872

Erik's P.O.V

It was was a cool December night. The harsh wind was sending chills down my spine. I was walking in the eerie alley way. It was dangerous to be walking alone at this time a night. But, I didn't care. I had nothing to lose.

I didn't even have a real choice. Since it was the fastest route back to the Opera without being seen.

The god damn place nearly burned to the ground because of my stupidity, and anger. Many people died, on my account. Madame Giry, was seriously injured from the flames. From that experience Meg and I grew closer.

When Madame Giry became well again. I gave her almost all of my funds. In order to restore the opera house.

I could say that Meg and I became friends, to be honest, we were decently close. Meg's a sweet girl, she's practically a woman now, and probably has many suitors, not that I care.

Two years, to bloody years since Christine, my Christine, left me. I don't know why I still love her. She left me to rot under the opera house.

To me, my world was a night sky. Before Christine, the sky had little, to no stars at all. When Christine came into my life, it was like a shooting star came into the picture, blasting millions of stars into the sky. Now, with her gone, there is barely enough to light up the sky. A pitiful sky it became.

What was the point of living?

My only real point was music, and that Antoinette spent to much time and effort trying to protect me. If those two things weren't the case I would take my life now, no second guess.

I was destined to die alone. Without the love of Christine, or anyone. My life's a black hole.

Pitiful I sound, but was I sorry for myself?

Hell no! I looked down at my hands. They were long and slender. These hands had done amazing things, built beautiful things, composed mesmerizing songs, but at the end of the day. What was it worth?

These hands had also done many terrible things, took life, destroyed life.

I should just cut these damned hands off.

You'll be ridiculed more than you are now. Think about it, the phantom with no face and no hands.

I was still starring at my hands, when, I stepped in some type of liquid. It was red, and thick.

Wait, that's blood.

I looked up. Not even a foot away, was a girl curled up in a ball, lying on the ground.

She was the one who's blood i stepped in.

Lucky for her the blood was coming from her leg, not head. If it were to be the head, it would have probably been fatal.

I walked closer to her, to check her pulse. She was still breathing.

I ripped a part of my jacket and rapt it around her leg.

Acting on my impulse. They same impulse that almost destroyed the opera house. I lifted her up bridal-style. I was about to leave, but then I noticed a bag and something that looked like a cello case on the ground.

I assumed it to be her luggage. She was probably a traveler.

That would explain her strange clothes.

I picked that up too, knowing that when she wakes up. She will want her stuff.

The girl, well more like a young woman, wasn't very heavy. Sure, she was heavier than Christine, but the girl is taller then my ex. beloved.

I examined her face. It was heart-shape, and pale. Her wide eyes were closed, and a slightly full, yet slender mouth was perched in the right place. Hair light brown, wildly curly, and only shoulder length.

I knew it was stupid even thinking about bringing a strange girl to my home, but she looked so hurt. I couldn't help feel a little compassionate.

It's rare for me to feel compassion. It's rare for me to feel at all.

I made it into the opera house. I was faster than I expected to be.

During the walk, the girl snuggled into my chest.

I couldn't help, but smirk.

I crept slowly, very quietly.

I was anxious to get back to my sanctuary.

Thoughts were swirling in my head. Most of them were of Christine.

She tore my heart out of my chest. It's all fucked up, and it's falling apart.

How can you blame her though?

I have the ugliest face in Paris.

Not to mention, I'm a fugitive.

Raoul on the other hand, was good-looking. He was wealthy, and could give her the dream life.

I hate Raoul with a passion! A fiery passion that belonged in the pits of hell.

Walking down the stairs, and into the gondola we went.

I laid her in the boat. I started to row. I was singing a lullaby as I did.

It went like this.

Is there a special world for you and me?

One that no one but use can see.

The special bond that share.

Life is far from fair.

I swear you are heaven sent.

Someone one whom I'll never have to second guess.

To bind us closer

Like are songs

With me you belong.

I was never able to finish it. Christine left before I could.

I was finally there. My home, sanctuary, and prison.

Candles flickered in the the dark. The organ looked even more stunning.

I soon then entered a chamber, which had a couch in it.

I put her on the couch. I couldn't bare going into the room which use to be Christine's.

It brought back to many memories. The ones I try to forget.

The girl looked so peaceful as she slept. It was as if all the pain that was on her facial features vanished completely.

I looked at her wounds, just to make sure they weren't to bad.

Besides the one on her thigh, they were only bruises.

I wonder where she got it from, or who gave it to her?

After I checked her wounds. I dropped her bag, and instrument case right by the couch.

A small smile then graced her lips. Revealing a set of white teeth.

I then left that chamber, and entered the one with my organ.

Banging on it, playing on it, she was my friend. Sometimes I felt she was my only.

I thought about the strange girl whom I rescued from the cruel streets of Paris. I shall find out who she is and where she came from tomorrow. So, she can get out of my life. For some strange reason, she reminded me of an angel with a broken wing.

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OK that's it for Chapter 2. Thank god I finally got it done. I'll try to start on the next chapter today. Please review. I'm always opened to criticism ,but flames are not accept.I'm thinking of a name for my O.C character. I'm thinking Hope, any suggestions are welcomed !