Ok, this is my second Phantom of the Opera fanfic. Hopefully Erik will be more in character.
The opera house has reopened and to celebrate, students from schools all over the world have been invited to perform on the opera house stage. One girl who sings caches the phantom's eye and he grows an interest in modern music. When he want's to find her she found him, she found her way into his lair in a way he had not thought possible. But just who is this teenager? And how come she answers to the name of Christine?
The phantom returns.
(Erik's P.O.V)
I looked at the diary on my Organ, the diary that I used to keep my memory of Christine. It had been so long since that day. 100 years or so had passed, but still I have not aged at all. Still I seem young, my hair still black, my eyes still bright, still healthy and un-aged even after all this time. Even Roual is long gone, all who once knew this opera house, some who once called it home have all died. But I haven't changed a bit, but the I see my face now and the way I see others has changed thanks to Christine. But the music has changed, some to noise, some to a pointless way of earning money, the music now means nothing to people. Still no one would listen.
I stared out from box 5 and remembered the first day that Christine had sung in front of an audience. When I noticed a man and a woman walk onto the stage, "We will reopen the opera house in a weak, that should be long enough to get it all sorted, all this place needs is a little sprucing up and I'll take care of the children who will perform." He said to the woman.
"But Andrew, what if the phantom of the opera comes back to haunt this place like the stores say? What if one of the performers get's captured by the phantom? Christine died not long after leaving the opera house, that what is said to happen to all who is caught by the phantom. We cannot risk something like that, most people no longer believe in such things, they will think it was us."
"Yes, that was the storey, but that was, what… 200 years ago."
"Andrew Lloyd Weber. You would bring a curse on this place, by doing this you will reawaken the evil which once lurked in this darkness. The phantom could be dead but his ghost will still be here to haunt these halls, and will not hesitate to reek havoc on what he disapproves."
"So the famous Andrew Lloyd Weber wishes to open my opera house? He honestly expects me to let a load of armatures on my stage! Well he is mistaken, like the woman said, I wont hesitate to destroy if I do not approve. Those who cant perform well shall never set foot on stage again… if they actually make it onto the stage that is."
"Do they think I 'd simply let them come into my home?
Do they think I'd simply stay under here on my own?
Do they think I would let them,
Run a muck without my may hem?
Do they think I would let them,
Sing when no one has taught them?
They expect me to stay quiet,
but they'll soon all here my voice.
I shall give them a musical,
and they will have no choice.
If they all want to perform,
They will all have to learn.
Only one will survive,
and the rest will burn."
Then a voice started to sing in my head.
"Angel of music,
I have found you.
I have come to you angel.
Angel of music I am with you,
You will soon see me angel."
The voice was Christine's. "Christine? But your dead! How will I see you?" I asked, looking into empty darkness. I was talking to thin air and my imagination. But soon a ghost of Christine, translucent and pail white, appeared beside me.
" I shall come to you inside the hart of another girl. She shall become your friend and she will know how to set me free, so we can be together. She will be of relation to me. But I warn you, not to look for her, she will find the trail I have left for her to follow and she will find you. Do not ask me when she will come, just wait, all will become clear." Then she vanished into nothingness.
"Christine! Christine!
Softly, gently,
Guide me threw the darkness.
Let me find you,
Light my way threw darkness.
I have turned my life away,
From the darkness any way.
So help me to sing and to hide,
Hide me from the horrors of the night.
The music of the night,
Still follows me, but fright.
Is one thing that I have left behind,
And still we make the music.
The light and the music,
We are the music of the night."
(End Erik's P.O.V)
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The next weak students, in year 8 only came from the more well known places in the world. There was the Far Academy from Japan, (most of these are made up schools) le Parei from Paris, Norham CTC (Norham CTC is the only real school, I used it because I couldn't think of anything else) from England, St Katrina's from LA, de Lapera from Germany and the Hollywood theatre school from New York.
They had 4 days until the big talent show and already everyone was trying out costumes and frocks. Today was about finding there way around and getting settled in so there was no rehearsing today. The Phantom watched them all mess around. He would let them have there fun for now. For now there play is a game for the phantom to choose his victims. But a certain girl somewhat intrigued him. She had big brown eyes that, if he hadn't known better, would have been black, her hair was a dark brown colour that held a red, fiery spark that could only be seen when the light that could resemble the sun shone on it, and her skin was naturally pail yet attractive and she was 13. In many aspects she was like Christine besides her age.
"HEY! Frankenstine." another girl called to her.
"It's Christine" She answered back.
"What whatever Dead."
"It's Daae."
"WHATEVER. My point is, you haven't handed my homework in yet have you?"
"Well since you've got nothing to today, I thought you could do it yourselves this time. Instead of sitting there, Sam."
"HELLO! Work is for losers, and besides, I might get a paper cut or worse, I could chip a nail. The school wouldn't want there star so badly injured." She punched Christine in the stomach and cut her arm with a piece of sharp, broken glass from the floor. "You better get it done or you wont be so well-off, in fact you'll be lucky enough to survive."
"Christine? Interesting, she looks so like her, yet sounds nothing like her. She's younger than Christine, yet she has the same name." Erik whispered to himself.
"Christine! Are you ok?" A boy called as he ran toward her. He was 1 year older than Christine, he ware a plain black T-shirt with a black trench coat, and black, chained trousers. His short, black hair was wild and spiky. "They've been bullying you again. You shouldn't put up with this, remember what hapend last time."
"I know, but for some reason I cant seem to tell anyone."
"Christine you let them do this to you,
Tell someone who can help.
Christine I beg you, plese tell someone,
Please do not be a fool."
"Oh, Chris why cant I seem to show them,
Why do I not have sutch courage?
Why cant I show them who I am now,
Why cant I seem to tell them?
My greatest grandmothers diery,
She speeks of an angel.
Who is also the phantom,
Still to her he is an angel.
But I feel as if he is near me."
"The angel of music is so different,
To any old myth or ledgand.
The angel of mysic may be near you,
But don't forget who he is truly."
"I believe everything you have taut me. Everything you have said about this angel of music. But that was like 200 years ago."
"But he was and is a magician, s dower of witch craft and soarts. There is a way of cheating death, but it is something that can not be taught, it is something that you just simply know."
"Maby your right. Now lets get that cleaned up, the smell of blood is making me sick." He winked. Of course the smell wasn't making thm sick, but he was a vampire and he didn't want to be tempted into biting her. He aleways said it made him sick at the sight of blood so people wouldn't suspect anything.
"Christine." Her teacher came up to her. "Lord Andrew has herd of your good voice and would like to hear you sing ok. Everyone take a seat outside, Christine on the stage when I say.
"Interesting, I wounder what her voice is like." Erik whisperd to himself again.
"I'll patch up your arm when your done." Chris told her. For now she just sliped on a black coat.
When she got onto the stage she was terrified. But pushed out all thoughts and tried her best.
"Oh I whish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair,
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air.
I was born to late,
Into a world that doesn't care.
Oh I whish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car.
when music rely mattered,
And when radio was king.
When accountants didn't have control,
And the media couldn't buy your soul.
When computers were still scary,
And we didn't't know everything.
Oh I whish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair,
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air.
I was born to late,
To a world that doesn't care.
Ho I whish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
When pop stars still remained a myth,
And ignorance could still be bliss.
And when god save the queen,
She'd tern a whiter shade of pail.
My mum and dad were in there jeans,
And anti-nuke was still a dream.
And the only way to stay in touch,
Was a letter in the mail.
Oh I whish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair,
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air.
I was born to late,
To a world that doesn't care.
Ho I whish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
When record stores were still on top,
The final was all that they stopped..
And the super info highway,
Was still drifting of in space.
Kids were wearing hand-me-downs,
And playing games like kick around.
And footballers still had ling hair,
And dirt across there face.
Oh I whish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair,
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air.
I was born to late,
To a world that doesn't care.
Ho I whish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
I was born to late,
Into a world that doesn't care.
Oh I whish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair."
"Bravo, bravo. You did well, such a fine voice for such a young girl." The phantom called as he papered at the other side of the stage. "Why so silent all of a sudden? To some of you I'm just a ghost, or some myth people try to trick you with or some illusion. Did you think that I had left or that I had even aged? I will be watching you all and I wont hesitate to stop what ever I disagree with." Then he disappeared in a flash of flames, leaving a note in his place. The note was made with old yellowed parchment and the seal was shaped into a skull.
"Lord Andrew. A letter from the Opera Ghost." Christine called.
"Read it."
"Greetings to you all,
The Phantom of the Opera welcomes you to his opera house. Threw out the next few days I will be giving out instructions that you must follow or face the consequences, and like many before you, you will curse the day you did not do as the phantom asked of you." Christine read out. "Oh and: P.S I will be attending the masked ball before the big night to see to it that everything goes how I instruct it."
"Did I not warn you Andrew? I said he would come." Said an old woman.
"Madame Sheri, I believed what I did and I shall take full responsibility for putting these children in danger. I will do everything I can to protect these children."
"It's getting dark. Ok Everyone, there are many complications with the rooms, some of which I can not explain. There for the boys will be in the same dorms as the girls. But there are restrictions. Boys change in the changing rooms, girls change in the bathrooms, Boys sleep on the bottom bunk, girls will sleep on the top bunk. There are only to be 2 people per dorm, one boy one girl. You can eat sweets on your bed but not chocolate. You are expected to work together for homework time and it's lights out at 10:00 pm at the most. Christine you will be with Chris, your in 666 get going."
Christine ran up with Chris, but something tripped Chris over, and Sam stood in front of Christine.
"You don't deserve what you got. You don't have the voice or the super hot looks to have been able to sing to Lord Andrew, and a boy so cool, good looking and popular, shouldn't be with a freaky loser like you, he should be with me. After all there's not a boy on earth that can't resist my hotness and charm. And I blame you for bringing back the phantom, you've set it all up so you can win. And now he's going to come after me, so that I can sew the pants of your entire family." then she started punching Christine repeatedly in the stomach and then used an abandoned musket to make cuts in her arms and her back.
Eventually Chris came too, only to see someone run away from a badly wounded Christine.
"Christine? Christine! Oh, no! If I had just watched were I was going then Sam wouldn't have been able to get you!"
That's it so far. Look out for the next Chapter. Tell me what you thought.