Okay, so i hope evryone liked the prolouge, though it was short. This chapter deals more with Eve and her meeting with The Phantom...so sit back, relax,
and enjoy.

Chapter

One 3 years later

Sunlight brutally beat down on my face, ordering me to get up. I sat up slowly and yawned, my eyes scanning over the desolute alleyway I had slept in. This is how I spent most of my life. I had lived this way since I was a little girl, when my mother and father died. I left my old home and saught refuge in the alleyways of Paris,
close to the Opera Populaire.
I loved the opera house, to me it was a palace for music, a castle that held a deep and mysterious secret. A secret I had longed to uncover. I had dreams about living there and preforming for large audiances, but I highly doubted I ever would. I wasn't beautiful,I could not dance,and I could not sing.
Unlike the ever famous Christine De Changy.

Quickly I averted my mind from thinking of her,and that wretched night I had seen her preforming with the so called phantom. The man I longed to be with but never would. I tried hard to forget him, but I could never rid my mind of that deep tennor voice that continued to swirl through around my head. It was very entrancing and I could not stop myself for falling in love with him.
Suddenly music flooded my ears, my head twisted in the direction of the opera house and I sighed. They were preparing for a new opera that Chrisitine herself had helped compose.
I still found it strange that she would return to the opera house. After she married Raoul they left Paris, I had hoped they would not return, but my hopes were dashed when a year later they came back.
I pulled myself off of the ground and stood, not before being attacked with a coughing fit. It had been happening a lot lately. I wound have coughing fits,and dizzy spells, I always felt tired.
I knew I was ill but I could not afford a doctor, I did not have any money, I usuall just begged for food and took whatever I could get. I casually started walking towards the opera house, humming to myself to past the short time it tokk me to reach it. I slipped inside without being noticed and snuck up the stairs to hide in one of the private boxes, not noticing the number 5 wich was painted on the side.
I stared down at the stage and watched as Madam Giry instructed the ballet students..I watched carefully, hoping to learn something, but I couldn't keep up. Cheery music flooded the room and more dancers walked onto the stage and took their places.
I saw Christine watching them, she was wearing a soft blue dress, her dark hair well-kempt. I stared at her enviously. Why did she get to have so much beauty? I started thinking about all my flaws. Light brown, un-kempt hair. Ratty clothes and cuts and bruises marring my skin. Dirt and grim was cleary visible againsy my light skin. I had no beauty whatsoever and I never thought I would.

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I left the opera house after I'd watched the ballet dancers practice, also because I felt like I was being watched. I was now back in the alleyways of Paris, my so-called home. I was feeling very sick and I couldn't stop coughing. I leaned against an old crate and closed my eyes, maybe some sleep would help.

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I had followed the girl for quite some time now, I was not sure why I did but I felt something drawing me to her. I wathced her silently as she leaned against an old crate and closed her eys.
It was easy to tell she was very ill and uncared for. Once I was sure she was asleep I stepped out of the shadows and bent infront of her. Beads of sweat were falling down her face and she was moaning quitely. I had a feeling that if given the chance she could have great potential, but first I had to find someone to look after her. I picked the girl up in my arms. I frowned, she was much to light, light as a feather. Carrying her towrds the opera house I thought to myself how strange I felt being near her,as though I was electrified.

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Silently I made my way to the sleeping quarters of Madam Giry. I softly tapped on the door, completely supporting the girl's weigth with one arm. The door opened and I saw shock cross the woman's face when she saw me.
"Erik?" she whispered. "What are you diong here?"
I walked into the room and set the girl down on the loveseat. She moaned and her face twisted in pain.
"I wish for you to take her in," I replied. "She is very ill and she needs a home. I know I can trust you. Please, for the girl's sake?"
She stared at me before nodding silently. "I will call for a doctor first thing in the morning," she told me. "You have my word Erik, that I will care for this young girl."
I nodded my thanks and then stepped towards the girl. I bent down and sang softly in her ear.
"Please sweet child listen to the music of the night" With those words I swept out of the room and down into the heart of the Opera Populaire.

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