This is the first of a five part vignette series. Thanks to all of you who reviewed my poem (even to the person who didn't like it very much = ) ) Anyway, onto the story!
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is a bunch of cds. Wish I owned Erik, but I don't. *tear*
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The Phantom
Monster
Demon
Freak
Mutant
Horror
Murderer
Ghost. That's what they call me. No one has actually seen me; but they all feel my presence, and it sends chills up and down their spines. I see all, I hear all. No secrets can be kept from the Opera Ghost.
I am known as a monster and a murderer. Should a single thing go wrong, or should someone suddenly turn up dead, whom do they blame? Why, me of course! Granted it usually is, but who likes to be blamed for everything? That's all right; I tend to enjoy the attention. I find it hilarious as the managers whisper to each other about the monster when they think no one is there. If only they really knew.
When I kidnapped Mlle. Daae, everyone thought of me as a demon. What else would take their beloved pride and joy? I can still remember the Vicomte's fury when the lights flickered and Christine was gone.
Horror, Horror, Horror! I'll never forget her frightened screams as she tore off my mask. That is what she called me, Horror, over and over again. My heart was torn out and destroyed, but why should anyone care? I am only a freak.
Once I was believed to be an Angel, now I am nothing but a fallen version of that. As a child I was a mutant; deformed, unloved, and hated. As a teenager I was a sideshow freak; the most hideous human alive! He will play his music while you normal people gawk at his ugliness. I have been a recluse my entire adult life. I was always heard and feared, but never seen.
Then she came along. I thought of her as my savior, the one who would mend my heart and nurture my soul. I loved and was loved until she saw what I really was. Now whenever she remembers my face she begins to shake and cry.
Fate is a cruel, cruel mistress; and love is a fickle thing. They call me a monster, demon, freak, murderer, and especially a ghost, but I have found throughout the years that this is exactly what I am.
I cannot, I will not change for anyone. Not even you Christine Daae, for you are the one who finished turning me this way.
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