Your Teacher (Phantom of the Opera Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Erik's POV

When the doorbell rang, I took my time walking to the door wanting the wait to seem suspenseful. When I finally opened the door, I was met with a petite girl who had big green eyes and long brown curls. She looked like a porcelain doll..

I displayed a kind smile, noticing that she was nervous. "Welcome. Do you go by Christine?"

"Y- yes, Sir."

"You may call me Erik. Come in." I stood aside, and she tentatively walked past me inside.

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Christine's POV

My breath caught when the door opened and I saw Mr. Destler for the first time.

He was everything I imagined he would be. Tall -over six feet-, dark -he wore all black and had dark brown hair-, and really nice eyes -a unique light blue-. I couldn't help but think he was really good looking.

The one thing I hadn't imagined was the white mask covering the right side of his face.

I decided not to stare, though. That wasn't polite.

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Erik's POV

The child entered my apartment tentatively. I realized this was probably her first voice lesson, so I kept my expectations low. Just because her mother sang well did not automatically mean she would.

There was a process I took with any lesson I gave, and so it began.

"Come. I will show you the room in which we will have our lessons." She followed behind silently while admiring the numerous paintings covering the walls of my apartment.

When we reached the room, I heard her gasp. I suppose it was a bit spectacular looking with its high ceiling, antique chandelier, book shelves filled with music, black grand piano, music stands, wall mirrors, cases holding violins, and upholstered chairs.

Though her liking my apartment did please me, I knew I had to continue with the 'process'. "Would you like some hot tea, Christine?"

"Ok," she replied with a polite smile.

"Very good. You may sit and relax until I return."

I hurriedly left and went to the kitchen. Not only was I making tea, but I was spying on her, as well. You see, when I first began giving lessons, I implanted a hidden camera in the music room. I always asked if a pupil wanted hot tea just so I would be able to go into the kitchen and watch them on a television that showed what the hidden camera viewed. Others may call such an act 'eccentric' or an invasion of privacy, but this was my apartment, and we would play by my rules. If my 'rules' involved spying, then so be it. After all, I have always been a very curious man...

I expected to see her cringe, which would show that she wasn't comfortable with me or my mask. Or, maybe she would begin rummaging through my music. Well, at the very least, she could just sit in the chair I left her in and bore me. I never expected to see what I saw..

She first walked towards the violins and opened the cases just to look at them. Violins must be of interest to her. She then walked to the piano and sat on the bench. My eyes widened as I remembered leaving my latest composition on the piano's stand.

Perhaps she does not know how to play. I can only hope...

To my utter horror, she did know how to play. I watched for about two minutes waiting for the tea to come to a boil as she slowly played through the accompaniment. It really sounded nothing like the piece, but still... .... Well, how could I blame her? Curiosity was a trait I, myself, possessed.