The Phantom's Student Phantom(Erik) X Reader

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

If you had to describe yourself, you would say that you were just one of the many ballerina girls who lived in the Opera Popular dormitories. You had only a few people you would call friends, but you were pretty content with that. Singing had always been something you loved, but you usually sang quietly. This led some people to give you the nickname "Opera Mouse."

The evening started like many others; after supper, you and Christine went down to the Chapel. While Christine would light a candle for her father, you simply sat beside her and enjoyed the peace and quiet.

"Well, I'm going to bed now," Christine said as she stood up.

"I think I'll stay down here a little longer, Christine," you said with a smile. She was always so nice to you. Ever since you two met she was your closest and most trusted friend. She smiled back and walked out of the room.

You weren't sure how long you were down there by yourself; it had to have been at least a half an hour. Suddenly you heard the very faint sound of a man singing. At first you thought it was someone practicing for an upcoming opera, but you quickly realized that the voice was far too faint to be coming from the stage. Besides, who would be practicing at that time of night? You turned your head and located where the singing was coming from; it was coming from the ventilation shaft behind you, and therefore, from somewhere beneath the opera house.

You don't know why, but curiosity was getting the best of you for the moment. You quickly pulled off the vent's large ornate cover and stuck your head in. The music was definitely coming from in there. Abandoning common sense, you crawled into the vent. The vent grew larger the further you went until it grew into a large tunnel.

Your eyes adjusted to the dark as you followed your ears through a series of corridors and descending stairs. The voice you heard was unlike any other. You felt your heart beat faster and faster as the music became louder. You didn't realize it, but you were starting to quietly sing along to the melody. The song sounded so familiar, yet you knew that you had never heard it before.

You had been following the music for about a half an hour when you saw candlelight at the end of the tunnel. The singing was loud now; it had to be coming from where the candlelight was. You started to walk faster towards the light.

A thin veil covered the end of the tunnel. It was a little difficult, but you could see that on the other side of the veil was a fairly big room lit by candles. You stepped through the veil and into the room. To your right, stairs led down to a glossy black lake. Your eyes however, were drawn to the left, were they landed on a large organ with a man playing it and singing. His back was turned to you, and he did not notice your presence.

The combination of the organ playing and the man's voice was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. You closed your eyes and listened, still unknowingly singing quietly along to the song. You started to sing more and more loudly, until you almost matched the volume of the man's singing. Suddenly, the man stopped singing and playing, and your voice alone echoed through the large room. Startled, you opened your eyes and saw that the man stood up, though his back was still turned to you. As the man turned though, you noticed that in hands was a rope tied in the shape of a noose. He was now facing you. You gasped. Covering half of his face was a white mask. Slowly, he walked towards you. You started to back up and tripped backwards. He shouted something at you, but you were too scared to hear what he said. Stumbling backwards, you crawled until you felt a wall hit your back. Sure that this was the end, you buried your face into your hands. The man shouted again, and this time you understood him.

"What are you doing here!" he shouted at you. You didn't answer; you were so scared that you weren't even sure what the answer was. He was less than a footstep away from you. "What are you doing here?" he asked a little more quietly. You looked up at him. He heaved a large sigh, tossed the rope away, and held out his hand to you. Hesitantly, you took his hand, and he helped you up. "What are you doing here?" he repeated, no longer yelling. His voice was deep and smooth. You opened your mouth, but no words came out. The man led you to a small stool, and you sat down. He picked up a violin and started to play it. Softly, he began to sing as well.

You started to feel calm and relaxed. Fear left you as he sang his song. After a few minutes, his song ended, and he sat down at the organ.

"Now then," the man asked as his gloved hands stroked the organ's keys. "What are you doing here?"

"I was in the chapel," you whispered, "when I heard the most beautiful music." You looked down at the stone floor. "I-I don't know why, but I followed my ears here."

"What is your name?" He asked you.

You paused for a moment. Was it really a good idea to give this man you name? It wouldn't harm the situation any father. "(y/n)," you finally answered him.

"(y/n), you should not be here." He stated as he scribbled something on a piece of paper. You looked back to where you entered the room, and realized that you had no idea how to get back. The masked man must have known what you were thinking about, for he stood up, picked up a candle, and said, "Come, let us return you to your room."

You followed him through tunnel after tunnel. He spoke no words to you, but simply held your hand so you would not get lost. Within the silence, your mind wandered from thought to thought until you started to remember old ghost stories that were talked about by everyone in the opera house. This made you wonder.

"What's your name?" you asked the masked man.

He looked at you for a moment than turned his head."Many know me as the Opera Ghost," he stated.

Your eyes widened. That man was the Phantom of the Opera. You had so much more that you wanted to ask him when he suddenly stopped. "At the end of this tunnel is a door." He pointed to your right with a gloved hand. "You should be able to make it to your room without any trouble."

You looked at him for a moment, than blurted out, "Can I see you again and listen to your music?" You started to blush, realizing that your question sounded rather odd.

The Phantom looked at you and calmly said, "If you can happen to find me again, than I shall have you as my guest." He looked sternly at you. "Don't look for trouble, though."

You slowly started to walk away from him and towards the direction he pointed. When you reached the door at the end of the tunnel, you turned around to see that the Phantom had already left. You opened the door and stepped through into a small, dusty dressing room. You closed the door, which was hidden by a mirror, and slid out of the room, making a mental note of where that room was. Quietly, you returned to your room and climbed into bed.