Phantom of the Summerhouse

A/N: Hello all, authoress FreeMind Annette reporting for duty. I don't have much to say here today, except for this: Keep reading and reviewing everyone, and spread the joy of reviews (not flames). Hope you enjoy my latest work.

Fanfic Summary: Dedicated to one of the most glorious times of the year, SUMMER. Continues the story after the 2005 POTO movie. Erik left Paris and has finally found a home in his new summerhouse. Christine and Raoul are married, but something in the midst of this hot summer just went wrong. Can Erik be truly happy forgetting about Christine.

Disclaimer: I don't own POTO (cuz if I do I'd be having a big backyard bbq party with them right now, but alas, no).

Default Chapter: The Beginning in "The End"

It was a quiet night in Paris, all seemed pretty normal, that is until a fire broke out in the the Opera Populaire. It was the work of the Phantom. The opera Don Juan ended in a disaster and the Opera House was almost burned down into ruins.

Deep down in the cold labyrinth underground of the Opera Populaire, bands of police forces and some of the brave casts of the opera house went down into the unkown below, in pursuit of the phantom. Aside from the noises of hurrying footsteps of the mob, if you listen carefully faint sounds of voices could be heard:

(Raoul and Christine are on a boat, rowing away. Leaving the Phantom behind)

Christine: Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime...

Raoul: Say the word and I will follow you...

Christine: Share each day with me, each night, each morning...

Erik: You alone can make my song take flight -

(Erik is holding a candle-holder and ready to break the mirrors).

Erik: It's over now, the music of the night!

CRASH!

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Erik suddenly sat up from his bed with sweat on his face, taking in big deep breaths. "It was all a dream."

The Phantom had escaped from the mob, and the soprano Christine Daae and the Vicomte Raoul was nowhere to be found. Married, it's a possibility, but no one is certain of their union yet. He looked around to see his dark bedroom abundantly furnished with all sorts of funiture and a comfortable bed to sleep in is, safe and sound even in the early hours of the day, but alone.

"It was all a dream." Erik thought. "This is third time this week, why does it keep coming back to me? Maybe this is a sign that perhaps I might see Christine again, someday, somehow..."

He stood up and walked towards the kitchen. "Now that I'm awake, I might as well get a glass of water." Erik sighed. "I may be alone but at least I'm somewhat safe in this abandoned house outside Paris, far away from the masses."

The kitchen window right by the sink reveals a beautiful view of a cold, calm lake. Evervytime he passes by the window he couldn't help but remind himself of his old home, the house on the lake beneath the Opera Populaire. The only main difference is that his new home is a house by a lake, where for the first time, fresh air and sunlight fills the atmosphere of his home.