At the Opera House
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  • Parts 25
  • Time 3h 43m
  • Reads 6,346
  • Votes 142
  • Parts 25
  • Time 3h 43m
Complete, First published Oct 06, 2017
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!
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The great fire, it cost Erik everything he ever knew. His house, his only love... everything. He roamed the streets for almost four years, staying hidden in the shadows he made himself familiar with only to find his way back to the abandon and burnt opera house. He stayed there and the first few months were nothing but peace, silence and his inner demons ripping him apart. He had no power for life anymore, no muse to write songs and compose miracles. He simply spent his days looking at the cave walls, not able to think, to see, to feel. All that changed when his ear perked the sound of a child's laughter, informing him of people entering his house but he had no power to kick them out. He saw no reason too. The Phantom was dead after all. He assumed they were the new owners, a word he heard a few times during the past 2 weeks. He mentally scoffed, wondering what they would do with the destroyed opera. Open it again? Fix it? He could care less. All he wanted was his solitude. #1 in phantomoftheopera (10/3/21)