Disclaimer: I do not own "The Phantom of the Opera." In any way, shape or form….Or do I?Shifty eyes Hmm…Hehe, just kidding. It doesn't belong to me sadly.

AN: Ok people, here I am! Back in action with my first ever Phantom fic. So please be gentle. I'm working on developing my skills as a writer, so please bear with me on my writing. I'm trying!

I'm a huge Phantom fan, so I hope I'll be able to write a good fanfic. Anyways, that's all from me for now. Probably tired already from listening, so I'll be quiet before my muses attack me. Or Erik. Whoever comes first. Ahem Enjoy! -

Chapter one

"It's over now, the music of the night!"

Christine Daae closed her eyes upon hearing her angel's mournful song ring out through the dark labyrinth. A crashing sound followed immediately after he finished the note. What it was, Christine did not know.

Silent tears ran down her pale cheek as she clutched the man standing next to her on the boat that carried them away from the chambers of the Phantom's lair. The man that had risked his very life to save her own. Raoul.

Voices of the soldiers echoed throughout the labyrinth. They almost seemed to haunt her, the more they spoke. 'Track down this murderer, he must be found; Your hand at the level of your eye!; Find the monster!' Christine could hardly bear listening to the horrible things they were speaking. She could only hope that the Phantom, as she was used to hearing him addressed as, would be safe.

Of course, Christine knew that that he was a genius. A magician that could outsmart almost anyone, but was it really enough now? Enough to stop the dozens of oncoming mob of people that were quickly closing in on him? The young girl could only pray that it would be.

"Christine, darling look!" Raoul's soft voice broke the worried soprano out of her thoughts. The vicomte was pointing ahead of the two. A light? The opera singer stared ahead, her thoughts taking over her again.

What was her angel doing now? Had the soldiers caught him? Was he able to get free? If so, where would he be able to go? Questions raced through her mind.

How ironic, she thought, that only minutes before, she was staring into the eyes of what she thought was a murderer. The Phantom. Staring with utter loathing as she had thought he was going to murder Raoul if she was not to marry him. But now, she looked on with a sad, longing look. A look of worry and fear for some else. A look for her angel.

"Darling, we're free! This takes us to the outside!"

Christine could only nod her head slowly in response. Her grip tightening on Raoul as the boat moved gracefully from the dark chambers to the outside world, causing both to shield their eyes from the bright light which violated their eyes.

The boat led them to the outside of the opera house. A back alley.

'Funny.' Christine thought to herself. 'I always thought his boat led straight to me…'

Back in the dark tunnel of the labyrinth, beyond the broken mirror covered by the Persian quilt, stood a man who was slowly starting to see his life fall apart right in front of his eyes as the soldiers violated his home. There in the dark, with a face without a mask stood the Phantom.
AN: Well, that's it for chapter one. Sorry it's so short. That's another thing I'm trying to work on. Making longer chapters. More detail! Oh well. And sorry it's so slow this first chapter, but I promise, it will get better. A story will begin to develop. I just wanted to do a "What were they thinking" beginning from the end of the movie.

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Ladythief