Hello to any reader who has decided to click on this story. Well, to start off with, I’ve been formulating an idea in my head that can both be cannon to “Phantom of the Opera” and “Love Never Dies” at the same time, and I think I’ve found a pretty good way to do it. WARNING: There are spoilers for both movies/play’s so if you haven’t watched them I suggest you do before reading this. I’ll post a spoiler warning now just so you know, but if you don’t car go on reading. DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Phantom of the Opera nor any of the characters involved in that story. This is a fan made story.
Enjoy,
Yours truly,
P. O.
PREFACE: The beginnings are not always pleasant.
The rain fell harder on this night than any other around. It seemed to tell a story of someone who was drowned with unquestionable sorrow. A women dressed in a black cloak ran across a deserted cobble stoned roadway leading to a small house in Paris. The women rapped loudly on the door as a light flickered on inside the house. As the door opened, light cut through the rainy night like a blade through skin. Another woman stood, wearing a ballet outfit, looking distraught at the women in front of her.
“My goodness child? What on earth are you doing out in this weather?”
The women merely sank down to her knees.
“Antoinette, I would not have come to you if I did not have to hide such a terribly thing.”
Antoinette Giry looked down upon the other woman and saw two bundles in her arms.
“I had to run from my husband, they do not know I’ve left. I must be quick. The midwife has promised not to tell a soul.”
Antoinette was puzzled at the woman in front of her.
“Christine, what ever are you….”
Her voice trailed off as she saw the female child, the left side of her face deformed as well as the male child perfect in every aspect of the word. Christine quickly gave Antoinette the female child.
“You know whose they are now, please, don’t let him know. Find him, and give her to him, in secret. I must go.”
Christine ran back through the rain with the male bundle in her arms.
“Christine!”
Antoinette shouted out but in vain. She quickly gathered a basket and wrote a note that would keep her anonymous.
Take care of the child.
It was simple and straight to the point. She knew he would, just for the fact that this child also had a deformity. Antoinette smiled to herself hoping that maybe, just maybe this child would bring him out of his slump. She placed the child in the basket with the note on top and quickly made her way to the opera house. The Rue Scribe entrance stood there in the rain, seemingly locked up and damaged but she knew better. Even though the door seemed to be falling off it’s hinges and rotted away she opened it leaving the child inside. She knew an alarm would go off in his house. Antoinette ran back to her home, hoping and preying for Christine, and that he would never find out.
A black figure darted through the underbelly of the opera house, noose in hand, grumbling to himself. He knew better, he should have fixed that damn door. The labyrinth of the underground was expansive and would boggle anyone’s eyes if they managed to even see anything. The darkness that permeated the corridors was thick and stale so the fresh burst of wind and rain that hit him surprised him more than he was expecting. That was until he saw the basket. A small wicker basket covered with small noises coming from it. Not wanting to deal with the package left, clearly for him he turned to go. That was until a small song, just small baby sounds escaped from the basket but those baby sounds became small little notes from a song. Erik with his black form, stopped in mid stride, wide eyed and shocked. This basket held a child and he quickly grabbed it out of the rain and water, getting soaked in the process. Why would anyone leave a child here? He slowly opened the basket and then knew that reason. The left side of the child’s face had been deformed. Antoinette had to have left her here, knowing full well he was the only one qualified to take care of such a child. He smiled as the child looked up upon him with green eyes, the same green eyes as his. He almost laughed at the coincidence.
