A/N: As the title said, this is basically unedited, so I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes. I haven't updated the other version of this story in 2 years, so I thought, as a treat--while I got off my lazy butt and wrote more of that story again!--I would post the original version of this work. (Cliche's and all! =D) It's quite bad and it gets dark near the end, but it's still the same plot. I hope you enjoy!
The sound of an organ carried it's way through the Paris Opera House. The actors did not even bat an eye at the sound. It's only the Opera ghost they thought. What they didn't know was that it wasn't the Opera ghost they knew, but someone more violent, but completely identical to their Phntom of the Opera, someone more secretive that never came out of the cellars of the Opera house. If one were to look at him and the ghost, they would see no difference. Except for the masks. Where the Phantom wore a black mask, the other wore a mask the colour of fresh blood. Almost nobody knew who he really was, no even the Phantom. Not even the Phantom's old friend the Persian knew who the man really was, although he did have his hunches.
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The organ music stopped and evil sounding laughter echoed thorughout the cellars. The Phantom sighed, and shook his head as his masked companion laughed maniacally. The Phantom stood up from the edge of the organ bench, where he had been perched, listening to his companion play. He then headed to the lake and got into the boat, hoping to block out the sound of his playing with the sound of the actors practicing.
As he made his way to his normal seat in Box 5, Erik's mind was full of thoughts of the masked man who he knew was still playing the organ. Usually he knew the man by his self-given nickname of Red Death, hence the colour of his mask.
The sound of Christine's singing carried easily to Box 5. Erik fainly recognized the tune of the aria from Faust. He hummed along with the tune, then looked down at Christine and realized that his voice had carried. She had stopped singing and Erik realized it was because of him. He sighed and reluctantly walked away.
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The rest of the day passed slowly as he avoided Red Death. Finally his pateince was rewarded. Faust was performed that night. When he made his way to his normal seat in Box 5, he noticed that the box was already occupied by the blond-haired Viscount.
'De Chagney!" he hissed. With that outburst, he went to the only other spot that he knew that he could hear Christine: the cellars, which he knew would also be occupied by Red Death.
When Erik arrived in his dark liar, he mysteriously found that Red Death was absent. While he found this strangely suspicious, he knew that he should enjoy it while he still coul. So he listened to the crystal clear voice of Christine Daae.
Her voice was that of an Angel. Erik picked up a rose from a bouquet and tied a black ribbon around it's stem. Then he headed for his desk, on which was set various stationary supplies. He picked up a quill, dipped it in ink and started writing.
Tell Christine that I am pleased with her.
O.G.
He wrote. He attatched it to the rose and started towards the surface using one of the Opera house's many secret passageways.
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2 Phantoms 1 Opera House (Original, unedited story)
Fanfiction((The Original version of my most read story "Two Phantoms, One Opera House.)) The Phantom of the Opera has lived in the Opera house for years, but now his peace has been invaded by a man who calls himself Red Death. Nothing is known about this man...
