Monsterous love (phantom of the opera)

Under new management

Erik's Pov 

200 year. I have been down in these caves for 200 years this cruel world won't even let me die.  Christine had long passed and through this time I had come to terms with the fact no one could ever love me and that I would never love again. No one had been to the opera house for its intended purpose since that night. There has been no music all there had been since that day were the sobs of a discosting and disfigured man and the occasional scurry of rats on the stone floors. 

I had long since stopped eating and drinking I have tried everything I could to die after my heart was ripped from my chest and stepped on. Nothing has worked. I have no purpose, my music is gone and I have sworn that my shattered heart will never fall prey to the trap of a woman again. I am surprised the opera house is still here. No one has been in this old building for so long. I usually spend my days staring at the cave walls as I lay on the cold stone floor. Most of the furniture that I had brought down here has rotted away. So there I lay.

And that's where I was when I heard the doors open. The sound alone compelled me to sit up the voices of what seemed to be almost children flooded through the halls to my ears.

"wow," A shrill female voice that reminded me all too much of Charlotta said. Soon to be followed by a lower voice presumably a male.

"wow is right, look at all this dust I doubt anyone has been in here in 100 years." I scoffed at the statement for how true it was. What followed was a voice different from the others it was soft and smooth but with so much power behind it. Even just saying a simple sentence shook me to my core.

 "OK I admit it this was a pretty good idea I mean look at this place but if we are going to get it up and running again we are going to need some help." That's when it hit me and I stood for the first time in years. They were going to bring back the opera. It filled me with such excitement just the thought of the halls filled with their warm candlelight and the sound of music drifting through the air. I reached to grab my mask and cape though neither were in great condition. The mask was broken from that night and my cape had been almost completely eaten away by rats moths and who knew what else. 

Though my plan was to rush up there and see what the people who I assumed had bot my theater were doing. Looking at myself and around I soon realized that I would have to rebuild my own place before I could think about watching or messing with them. Unlike before I only planned on making minor inconveniences as they got this place up and running again. If I was too much of an annoyance they would most likely give up and just let the place rot and I couldn't allow that. 

As I got ready to head to the surface and get some more clothes and a mask. The realization dawned on me that, though I do not belong in this world I will not let the unique beauty of the opera vanish from history. I had found a new purpose though there was still the sting of heartbreak that consumed me I was able to focus on something new. Only hoping that there will be no repeat of last time.