:Disclaimer!: I dont own the original story for Phantom of the opera! That claim belongs to Monsuier Leruox! I own only the plotline of this story and the characters who are not originally from the book! WARNING!!!! THIS IS A SELF-INSERT!!!! if you do not like OC or self-inserts, please dont not leave nasty comments. On any of my stories, I'm quit tired of them. I'm only writing stories that come from my mind. My Self-insert stroies are just for fun. My OC stories are my serious ones.
Anyway! back to a more calm note, i should be getting a new laptop soon! which means more memory and more updates! Ans we're moving within the next week! And my mom has allowed me to have a theme to my room! And since im a BIG Phantom of the opera fan, i'm themeing my room after Erik's Lair!!! and i found the monkey musicbox online for $56 dollars on either ebay or amazon and it works!!! I want it soooo bad! My boyfriend MIGHT get it for me. Every Phantom fan needs a monkey musicbox! Hahahaha! I'll try and find the link for any who wants to buy one! I'll post the link in my next post!
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Thanks everyone!
Mme. Kristelle Courtemanche
:Recap!:
The Phantom looked at the girl with a different expression now. His eyes had calmed, and tension in his ghostly body relaxed. This girl just sang to him about knowing how he felt because she felt the same as him. She wanted to be part of his world, the world of the music.
"who are you..." he asked, in a calm voice, as reseved a shocked look from both girls.
"W-what?" the girls asked in unison. Erik smirked, at the two girls. Kirstie looked at Erik as she was about to walk foreward alittle more, but stopped herself.
"I'm Steph and she's Kirstie" Steph said pointing to herself then Kirstie who now had a growing smile on her face.
"Nice to meet you, Sir" Kirstie smiled happily. Erik gave them a low bow and then stood up straight and tall.
"I am the Phantom of the opera." He said, pride faintly slipping from his lips.
:Chapter 3!: Visions of his past and Mournful tears
Steph straightened somewhat, regaining some amount of composure. She inclined her head, indicating she understood what he was saying. Kirstie looked at the phantom her eyes bright with wonder. She had a million questions running though her mind all at once. Without thinking she asked: "what happened here?". The Phantom looked grave for a moment. "A great many things," he said slowly, with emphasis. Kirstie then thought a moment and gasped. "NO! please tell me the mob didnt find you!" she said her hands covering her mouth. "Perhaps... I ought to show you myself what happened..." he said, moving toward the girls. Kirstie looked between Erik and Steph. She then reached out her hand to Erik, both wanting to know what happened and how he died. It broke her heart to think that Erik died by the hands of an angery mob. The thought caused her to give a small whimper. "What are you-" Steph said to Kirstie, but was cut off as the room around them was beginning to change. The dust on the floor seemed to rise and dissipate, and the walls seemed to gain a more vibrant color. But the color was not that of the normal opera house. It was the color of fire, Erik was showing them what happened when the opera house was burning. Kirstie looked around in fear as she backed away from the fire that was everywhere. Erik seemed to walk through it calmly, directing the girls to follow him to the door. Kirstie and Steph held onto eachother so as not to get separated. They followed Erik though a secret door that led into the catacombs of the opera house. Smoke billowed from every entryway, though due to its ghostliness, they girls were left unharmed by either the smoke or fire.
After want seemed like an hour the girls and erik came upon his old lair, where christine was making her choice of either Erik or Raoul. And since they were in a ghost like state they could not be seen by people in the past. Kirstie glared at Christine, but kept her thoughts to herself. She looked over at Erik, who seemed pained by the visions of his past. He eyed Christine, tightening his jaw. He tried looking away multiple times, but seemed captivated. Kirstie gave a annoyed snort at Christine. "To think, she's only a year yonger than me. But she can't see the beauty of others on the inside. Your deformity wasnt that bad! I mean god! its looks like just swollen raw skin! thats all! no sores, no sunken in eye! AND might i add you do have a real nose, there is no gapping hole in the middle of your face!" Kirstie growled, The Phantom shut his eyes in contemplation, wincing at Kirstie's now ghostly words. Kirstie looked over at Erik, " She was an immature child, do not let your past haunt you....I only wish i could have changed your fate....". Erik glanced at her, "Fret not; it's been too long to change." He turned away as the scene before them become gruesome. Kirstie winced at Erik's words, "There must be some wa-" kirstie stopped and watched in horror as the mob closed in on Erik. Kirstie's eyes widened, as she let out a shriek so loud it echoed though the tunnels. d though the tunnels. Erik stared after her, seeming to note her concern. Her shreik turned to sobbing as the mob attacked the defenceless Erik, "No..no..no...stop it...Stop it! STOP IT!" she screamed as she fell to the ground, tears running down her face. She then watched as one man stab Erik in the heart, killing him. Kirstie let out another scream and started sobbing. Steph grabbed Kirstie, clutching her close. "OI! Stop it!" Steph shouted at the Phantom. The image before them faded somewhat as he looked at them. "Why do you care?" he asked.
Kirstie looked up at Erik, her breathing was short and sharp. Her tear stained cheek were red from her sobbing. "I care because you were misunderstood!" she said. Erik narrowed his eyes, though it was hard to see in the gloom. "you didnt deserve what happened to you!" kirstie shouted loudly at Erik. Kirstie stood up, "you were just a man! not a monster!". Erik turned his head away from her and said, "Be that as it may, that cannot change the past." Kirstie glared at Erik, " i dont beleive that! you lived with gypsies for years you must have learned some form of magic! a spell! or a spell book!", Kirstie looked at steph, "there has to be something". Steph looked away, thinking. "Maybe we can find something, if he doesn't know. " Kirstie looked at Erik, "do you know anything?" she asked him. "Not really..." he said gently, though he pondered. Kirstie thought a moment, "wait....i remember reading about a magic musicbox...". Steph looked at Kirstie with a raised brow, "Where?" Steph asked. "Here?". Kirstie shook her head slowly, " it was in a old leather book at the old Paris library yesterday.." as she started to think again. "D'you think we should get it today or tomorrow...?" Steph whispered to Kirstie, though eyeing the Phantom warily. "i remember that theres a poem on the bottom of the musicbox....it was like...From where i stand send me back, back to where i am met to be....thats all i remember.." Kirstie sighed. Steph stood up. "Well, then, do you remember where to find said music box?". Kirstie thought for a moment and said, " the book said it was taken from a gypsie circus back in the 1800s...". Kirstie stopped,"wait gypsie circus........", Steph looked at her, her eyes brightening. "well, I think we ought to start looking. What do you think?".
"yes!" kirstie smiled and turned to erik. "i think we found a way, Erik". Erik stared a moment, as if dumbfounded. "Really...?" he said, offhandedly. "You bet we did! We need to find a certin musicbox that was taken from a gypie circus." kirstie smiled, Erik looked slightly shocked. "My musicbox...?" he said in a soft voice. He hadnt seen it in years....decedes....He missed it.
Kirstie gave Erik a slightly confused look as he was deep in thought. Since they were in Erik's lair they might as well start searching around for the musicbox. Steph searched the area around the organ, as kirstie searched eriks drawing room. As soon as she disappeared into the room, she reappeared again as pale as a ghost. Steph peeked inside to see what caused kirstie to lose her color. She saw that the was the skeletal remains of a human male. She gave a slightly disgusted face as Erik appeared in the room. "Well that's pleasent...I'm guessing those belong to you?" She asked him as he winced at the sight of his own bones. He gave a short and very unnoticable nod, and disappeared out of the room. During that time Kirstie had made her way to Christine's old room. She looked inside to find it in pieces, the swan bed was broken beyond repair, papers, glass, and clothes were ripped, burned and scattered everywhere, very much like the whole lair. It looked like the mob want to destroy everything Erik had created. All of his music, his drawings and models were in peices and scattered about the lair. All the mirrors were broken and covered the floor. Even Erik's prized organ was destroyed! everything he worked hard to make was gone.
"This isnt right...this is all wrong..." she said quietly to herself, as she shivered and turned to meet Erik's green eyes. "Who are we to judge what is right or wrong?" He said softly, Kirstie sighed and turned to look at the lake.
"We may not have the right to judge others what is right and wrong. But all this." she pointed around the lair, "I know this is wrong. And once we find that musicbox....we'll save you." Kirstie said turning and head back toward Steph who had just finished searching the drawing room. Steph gave a sigh.
"Its not here.."
Well how was this chapter? Its going to take a few chapters before we go back in time. We have to find the musicbox, which isnt in the opera house anymore. Where could it be???
If you have any ideas feel free to say so in your review! im opened to help and reader ideas! l'll try to fit any reader ideas in.
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