A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews! I'm really serious about this story and I will finish this!

Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera. But I dream of it all the time.

Remember! This is from my perspective, not the movie's or books.

Erik's First Toy

Erik gave a little smile of satisfaction as he finally put the last part into his creation. The monkeys newly added eyes seemed to stare right through him. Erik liked that. He wanted someone to see him…the real him.

Erik heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He quickly shoved the monkey under his bed.

"Erik!" His mother's sharp voice called out, " Get to dinner, now!"

Erik scrambled to put the monkey away in a proper hiding place, where his mother would never find it. The footsteps started to go back down the stairs. Erik put on a new shirt and had his hand on the doorknob, when the footsteps returned. He then heard his mother's cold voice call out through the door…

" And don't forget the mask."

Erik froze and turned around. He grabbed his mask off the table and took a quick glance at his toy. He knew he would always find comfort from it.

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Erik started fixing his suit as he waited for the lesson. He heard some music and started to hum the familiar tune. He turned to the source of music and stared back into those eyes that he had known for over twenty years. Suddenly, a warm voice was heard.

"Angel? I'm ready!"

Erik gave a small sigh.

"Right away Christine."

He quickly turned around and grabbed his mask off the table. This time, he took a long look at his little creation. With another sigh he walked back into the world where he could never be his real self.