The O.G||Phantom of the Opera Fanfiction||

Hallowed ground

So I have decided that I should cast some people for the roles of Kat, Ezra, Damien, and mother(I call her that, not because I don't want to name her, but because I can't think of a name for her). And seeing how no one EVER seems to want to comment(that excludes the few awsome people who have), I have prepared a proposal, give me some casting ideas and you get the chapter of your choice dedicated to you! It'll be fun, trust me! I really want to see who you guys relate my characters to. And if any of you have an idea on what I should name that evil bi- I mean witch, let me know!

POTO...not mine...whatever...

Christine's POV

        "Christine, stop worrying. I am sure that Kat is perfectly fine." Raoul told me for the thousandth time.

        He was trying, unsuccessfully, to calm me down. I was currently pacing from wall to wall in my room while Raoul watched from his seat on my bed. It wasn't exactly proper to be alone with a man in my bedroom, but I didn't care at this point. Kat was missing again and this time I feel it may be for good.

        "Darling please." Raoul pleaded. "This is absurd!"

        "No it isn't!" I snapped, my normally calm voice shaking.

        Raoul jumped back a bit in surprise. "Okay. Do you want to alert the media, form a search party?"

        He stood and walked over to me. 

        "Just tell me what to do." He took may hands in his own and smiled sympathetically.

        I knew he was trying his hardest to help, but sometimes just the very sight of him was enough to make me course. I love him dearly, truly I do. He just has an annoying tendency to act like such a, such a...pansy!

        I mentally slapped myself for that thought before answering him. "Oh Raoul, what if he has taken her?"

        The thought had crossed my mind before, but I didn't truly believe it to be possible until now.

        "He?" Raoul asked.

        "The...phantom." I swallowed hard, remembering all those years I thought of him as my father, my angel. Each of them was a lie.

        "Christine, how many times do I have to tell you? There is no Phantom of the Opera!" Raoul scoffed.

        I let out an angry sigh. "Raoul I don't see why you refu-"

       A knock on my door made my mouth freeze.

        A male voice came from the other side of the door. "Miss Daae?" 

        I loosened my hands from Raoul's and opened the door.

        "Yes?" I asked the young man standing in my doorway politely.

        "Here, mademoiselle. A letter, it arrived late last night for you." He said, handing me a small envelope.

        "Merci." I curtsied then shut the door.

        I broke the small black wax seal and unfolded the paper.

Christine,

        First off, I would like to inform you that Kat is perfectly safe. She is now in the hands of her mother. If you are wondering, it is in fact her mother, and mine as well that I speak of. She did not die all those years ago, but, to my dismay, lives.