This is my first FanFic, ever. I've had a recent obsession with Phantom of the Opera. This is based on the movie, not the book. I hope you enjoy this.
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Christine walked through the halls of the Opera House looking for Raoul. As she called his name, she heard a voice calling back to her, but it wasn't Raoul. The Opera Ghost has been haunting her since she was young, disguising himself as her Angel of Music. Christine knew that the voice belonged to the Phantom, but she ignored his call.
"Christine, Christine," the Phantom of the Opera called in a soft, musical voice. She resisted him and continued to look for Raoul.
"Raoul!" she called. "Raoul, where are you?"
"He is not here," the Opera Ghost's voice said to her. She realized, this time, that the Phantom was not far away, but right behind her. She turned to face the hansom man with dark hair and a white mask covering the right side of his face. "Christine, my love, why must you hurt me so with your pleas to that insolent boy?"
"I love him," she replied.
"You do not!" the ghost yelled. "I have given you everything, and this is how you repay me?"
"You have given her nothing but fear!" came a voice from behind the Phantom. It was Raoul. "Draw your sword, Phantom! For this will be the last day that you torture my Christine!" The Phantom sighed, wiped his cloak off as he turned and drew his sword. Raoul looked at the Phantom with anger in his eyes, his sword was already drawn. Christine watched the two in horror as their swords began to clash.
"You think you are better than me, Vicomte de Changy?" the Opera Ghost asked, smiling as their swords clashed again. "Or do you honestly believe that miracles happen?"
"I believe that my love for Christine will help me overcome the obstacle of the Phantom of the Opera!" The hall was filled with Christine's shriek as the Vicomte plunged his sword into the Phantom's arm. The Opera Ghost fell to the ground, clutching his arm. "I can easily kill you, but I will not."
"Why not just end my misery now?" the Phantom cried. "This world will not miss me!"
"I would not want you dead when we perform your play, Phantom," Raoul replied, "Christine will not allow it, I can see it in her eyes." The Phantom's eyes could not leave the Vicomte's face as he stepped over to Christine and led her away from where the Phantom of the Opera lay injured. The Phantom looked in the opposite direction as he saw Madame Giry enter from the shadows to dress his wounds.