In mere moments, Erik grasped Christine by the waist and pulled her under his protective dark cloak. There, pressed against his chest he moved into the shadows of the wings, Christine blinked at the sudden darkness, grasped Erik's firm arm around her waist with her hands, then struggled to see what was happening through the thick folds of his cloak. "Come out ghost!" A slurred voice called out. "I know you're there, and that pretty ballet rat too." This is a ROUGH DRAFT of my fanfiction of Phantom of the Opera. Parts will be added and taken away and chnged without warning. Do not expect a perfect story. I am very much still experimenting. Thank you!

The times have changed. Christine has moved on, Mme. Giry has left, and Erik has remained a hollow form. But when a young girl visits the opera house, it sparks a new flame that can not be put out. Can it once again be time for a Masquerade? Warning: Rated PG-13. Not suggested for young reader. May contain suggestive themes, violence, alcohol, other Phantom related deaths and/or abusive behaviors

Just some one shots that I will write when I am bored!!!!!! All of them will be Phantom of the Opera. I trust you enjoy them all. 7/4/16: I have marked this book as complete. It is an on-going one-shots book that I may or may not ever come to an end of. Therefore, to make it easier for those who mark "complete" as a tag require to find, I have marked it such.