Erik and His Haunting Past

by Your Dead Rose

This is a story about Erik and his second chance at love. I based Erik mostly on the book and the Musical, so there. No Gerry Butler. Please keep in mind that Erik is supposed to be much older, around 50.

1. Default Chapter

"Phantom, I curse you to wait in the bowels of the Opera House until you find your one true love. May your wait be long and miserable!" Raoul yelled over his shoulder as he went off with Christine in the boat.

"Then I will be here forever," came the whispered reply from Erik. That was over 200 years ago. "What is the point anymore, no one even comes to this run down wreck that was once an opera house. And even if they did, who could ever learn to love me, a loathsome gargoyle." Erik said in despair. He didn't even bother to hide under the Opera House anymore, he was sitting on the edge of the stage. The Phantom hadn't changed at all in the past 200 years, nor had he aged a minute. His hair is slicked back, every hair in place. He still wears the infamous white mask that covers his cursed deformation. The only difference is that his one brown eye, that used to glitter with life and a purpose, has grown dark and empty. It has become a dark tunnel that leads to nowhere. His other eye, the blue one that hides somewhat under his mask however, still has a smaller glimmer. The glimmer of hope. He still wears the same clothing: the black cloak, black pants and shoes, white tux shirt and black jacket. And who could forget that hat? But he only wears it from time to time. Part of the curse is that he cannot leave the Opera House so he has been unable to see how the world has changed. Erik gets up slowly and heads towards Christine's old dressing room to go down to his old haunt under the Opera House. As he opens the mirror to descend down the dark tunnel full of cobwebs and memories, he hears voices. It has been so long that curiosity gets the better of The Phantom and he heads up to Box 5 to observe. As he peers around the frayed and tattered curtains, he sees an older man and another man in his early twenties. The older man is motioning to the Opera house and to the stage, the orchestra pit, and the seating. The younger man keeps nodding agreement.

"All right, I'll buy it. I've always wanted to be able to see Opera's performed as they should be." The younger man says to the older gentleman. They then shake hands and leave the theatre.

"So, there is now a new owner of the Opera Populaire. Maybe I will be rid of this curse soon enough. However, this young boy seems to be used to having things his way. I'll have to fix that soon enough."