Erik's Reprieve [Temporary On Hold?]

Erik's Reprieve [Temporary On Hold?]

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Erik, AKA, The Phantom of the Opera, has escaped the Opera House and has found himself at the gates of the Beast's Castle. Still hurt by Christine, he finds shelter in the rather strange, yet comforting dark place. What will happen to both the physically and mentally scarred figure in a place where the dishes move, and will the Beast accept Erik for who he is? ~This story is dedicated to Lydia Trail, who is one of my greatest friends.~ Like the cover? It was made by @ChristyLeighPrince. Go show her some support. ^.^ *I do not own Phantom of the Opera or its characters. Nor do I own Beauty and the Beast or its characters. **The Phantom I think of when writing this story is Gerard Butler from the 2004 POTO. However, if you have a certain preference or you imagine a different one. That is all right too. :D
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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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