Okay I don't own the Phantom of the Opera and I don't know if someone has done a story about this, but after seeing the movie I feel in love with the story and this story was the result. I hope everyone likes it. And a note about my other stories they will be continued.

Little Lotte's Guardian of Music
Chapter 1: Stories of the Phantom

It had been 10 years since the fatal accident at the opera house. Christine and Raoul had been married and their daughter of 10, ironically named Lotte had become the splitting image of her mother. Even though the events with the Phantom had left heavy feelings on her heart Christine wished not to discuss them in front of Lotte. Erik had been her so called Angel of Music, visiting her in the night and teaching her to sing with the air and grace he said she was capable of. But it had all been a lie. Erik was nothing of the sort, just a twisted man hiding in the catacombs of the opera house. If demands weren't met he would cause problems for the management. Christine had seen his underground lair filled with candles, a large organ, and figures he had crafted out of wax. She had seen the face behind the mask and it left a terrifying image in her mind. But revealing his face to the audience of Don Juan Triumphant had been what brought about that devastating day as Erik released the chandelier and sent it crashing down to the house below. She could still hear all the screaming as she slept and remembering the kiss she had shared with him would send her into a sea of tears. If the Phantom had lived through all that it was quite possible that she was his target and would come looking for him, but 10 years is a long time, so she assumed that he was dead.

As afraid as she was Christine didn't want to leave Paris. So Raoul selected a quaint house that was a number of blocks from the opera house in a secluded part of town. Christine decided to give singing lessons from home and everyday at noon a number of children would come eager to learn from her. Lotte even joined in until she was about 5, then Christine realized that Lotte had graceful movements as she went about her day and asked Madame Giry if it was too early for Lotte to join the ballet. Madame Giry was pleased to be accepting Lotte and welcomed the girl with loving arms. She was taught Ballet, the Tango, and Lotte's favorite the Waltz in just 5 short years.

One day as Lotte got into her dance clothes she over heard one of the older girls talking to some of her friends.

"I heard the Phantom of the Opera still lives. Everyone suspected that he was dead, but I've heard him."

"I'm sure you haven't. My dad says that the Phantom never existed in the first place. It was all a big joke," one of the other girls said tying her toe shoes.

"Well it is true. Who could have caused such a large accident, but the Phantom himself? He's still in the Opera House perfecting his operas with the use of a large organ. I heard it one night as my father and I were walking by there. I could hear it and when I asked him he said, '"It must be the Phantom of the Opera playing his organ hoping to one day ensnare the women that got away so many years ago."' My father isn't crazy and neither am I. Besides look over there," she said pointing over at Lotte. "Her mother knows the Phantom personally my father told me. Her mother was a personal slave to him singing whenever he commanded her to. I guess that makes little Lotte the slaves' child"

The other girls began to giggle as Madame Giry came in ushering them out to work on their exercises at the bar. Lotte tried hard to hold back the tears as she stretched her leg onto the bar. She then remembered seeing old articles in newspapers about the masked man and the fire hidden in a box in the attic. She had stumbled across them as she was playing up there one rainy afternoon. She remembered asking her mother about them, but all Christine had done was throw them across the room. "Lotte I never want you to bring this subject up again."

"Why not mother? Who was he?"

"Lotte stop it. I don't want to talk about it?"

Lotte was too curious to stop her game of questions. "But I heard one of the girls at ballet school talking about someone named the Phantom. She said she had heard him playing the organ one night as her and her father were going by there and her father agreed with her on who it was. You told me you worked at the Paris Opera House, but you never mentioned the Phantom. Besides they called me the slaves' child because they said you were his slave."

Christine's lip began to quiver and her eyes began to tear up as the memories came back. She grabbed a tissue and began blowing her nose as Raoul came in. He went to Christine's side and asked her what was wrong. Lotte could barely hear what her mother had managed to say. Raoul looked over at Lotte his eyes wide.

"Darling am I right or did you just ask your mother about the Opera Ghost?"

"Yeah, one of the girls at school said he stills lives within the Opera House. Mama told me she used to work there and I was wondering if she knew anything about him. I also found these in the attic," she said picking up the newspapers that had been scattered on the floor and showed him the front page.

"Lotte from now on you're not to bring up this subject again. As well as you're to stay away from the Opera House. It isn't safe. Go up to your room and get ready for bed. I'll be up in a minute."

As Lotte climbed the stairs up to her room she heard her father trying hard to calm down Christine. Her curiosity was continuing to get the best of her. "If the Phantom still lives then I should search for him. My parents aren't being much help on the subject. Besides maybe I could prove that the stories are true. And get rid of that awful nickname," she thought wiping away a tear.

Sorry for the short chapter, but the next one is on it's way. This is just to get the story started.