Ok I think most know the drill but let's get the legal stuff out of the way first anyway: The author does not own the rights to the characters, symbols, or refrences contained herein, they are each property of their respective companys and associates. The author in no way claims said charcters, symbols or refrences and is also in no way recieveing any form of payment from the story herein.
(Sounds very official eh? In other words I don't claim anything so please don't sue me, the only thing I own is the story.
I am Erik. They call me the Phantom. They call me a murderer, a monster and I am. I'm a monster with a monster's face. But even a monster can have a heart, can hold love.
I am Erik, with no other name. A last name is part of that outside world and that world banished me forever at my birth because of this. So be it then, I have my own world, a world of darkness below the opera house. I am past careing for that world... exept for one part of it. The one part I cannot have.
I am Erik, I have loved and lost. It adds to the darkness inside me, a darkness refelcted on this tortured face I see in the mirror each day. I have nothing now, exept my music. Even that is nothing without someone to sing it and there is no one but her worthy of singing it.
I am Erik. I sit in my spot in box five, those two fools finally heeded my warnings, though they believe I am dead. I am dead. I was dead at my birth and I have made others dead. It did not have to be that way, it never did. If only they had listened.
I am Erik. I whatched her move away from the opera house, from me, for what I knew would be the last time. He was with her. I hope they are happy together, happier than we would have been. I know this now, I cannot force love. Beuty cannot love a beast.
I am Erik. They seached for me but could not find me. I almost wished that they had. I shall stay here, in the opera house, to be close to the memories of the breif moments of happiness I had. I shall stay here to be close to my own ghost, of her. I will stay here because it is my only home. They searched here once, they would not search here again. Fools. If they do, then so be it.
I am Erik. I am the opera ghost, I am a murderer, a monster and I am Christine's "angel of music". That is what she called me. Only to her I wasn't a devil. Even now I do not know if she can still hate me.
I am Erik. I cannot help wonder if, deep down, some part of beauty can love even a beast.