My Father the Phantom

by kelseyphantomgirl

Erik has Kelsey now after the death of his angel Christine. Now Erik has to face taking care of his 12 year old daughter.Kelsey learns about the mother that she though was her aunt. Learn the relationship between the phantom and his daughter. Maybe Kelsey would take the role of the phantom when Erik passes on... I own the character Kelsey (My name!) I do not own Erik. I wish!

5. Chapter 5

Erik's POV

I looked at Kelsey every second when Christine told the story of our past. I felt guilty. I should have never brought Cristine to Coney Island in the first place! That way she would not get killed from that idiot Meg Giry! I realized I said that all aloud. Kelsey just stared at me with her beady eyes. Kelsey wrapped her arms around me. "It's alright father. You can't change the past-" "Don't say that! I can change the past young lady! You vile little demon!" I screamed. Kelsey quickly let go of me and she ran to her room; her eyes filled with tears. My temper got to me again. Oh I hated when my anger got to me. I was the angel from hell alright. Christine put a warm hand on my shoulder on me. I knew she was a ghost, but feeling the warmth of her skin again was heavenly. "Go to her Erik." my angel said. I nodded and walked to Kelsey's door. I slowly opened the door. Kelsey was lying on her bed; her head buried beneath the pillows. I quietly walked to the edge of the bed. "Kelsey, I'm sorry. My temper got to me. I didn't mean what I said. Please, my little angel of music, please come out." Kelsey , tears still crawling down her face, sat up on the bed. I wiped a tear off her cheek and kissed her on the cheek. "I'm sorry my young angel of music." I said. "That's alright father, or should I say The Phantom 0f The Opera" she grinned. I replied with a smile. We both walked out of the room .We suspected to see Christine there standing, waiting for us, but she was gone. "Where did mother go?" pondered Kelsey. "I have no idea my young angel, but lets get out of here for a while and do some errands." My little angel had a wide smile on her face. She took my hand. Her skin was as soft as Christine. She was definitely like her mother. I remembered that I needed my mask. I never forgot it before I went outside, but now I had so many things on my mind. I think my daughter read my mind because she already had my mask in her hand and was handing it out to me. "Hey! Did you read my mind or something?" "No! Well... maybe." Kelsey replied. I chuckled. "As a matter of fact, I was a pretty good magician back in the day. I still am. When we get back, I can do a few tricks up my sleeve." I put on my mask and buttoned up my tuxedo. Then, the two of us were off to Coney Island.