Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Apr 16, 2006 11:27:31 GMT
This is basically my first Fanfic. Since quite a while I had this idea and now finallyit starts to form a story in my mind. It will concern the Phantom of the Opera and Anne Rice Vampire Chronicles. I would not call it a cros over, as I know Anne Rice forbids fanfics and this story was basically just inspired by her books. Therefore I will not use her characters, but maybe only now and then mention them. I plan to develop the fanfic without being to cheesy and not too detailed inthings like love scenes and cruelties, though there will be a bit of blood (Vampires!) But I hope it can be read by almost all age groups. Please give me coments and ideas, critics, etc... And let me know, if I should go on writing. Chapter 2 is ready to be typed. But, please, be gentle.
I declare that unfortunatly most of the characters are not mine. Second I ask forgiveness for any mistakes, english is not my first language. And now, I hope you enjoy the story. I am still thinking about a title.
PROLOG
This is a story I have not yet told. A story that was never believed and hardly known.
It started long ago, long before the famous part of my life. Long before the legend of the Phantom of the Opera, long before I met the younger singer Christine.
This story involves a dark secrect and shows who I am.
Now finally, after years of secrecy, I hav enough courage to tell it. With these pages I follow the examples of others. The reason you ask?
Never did I think of it before, but today an old friend visited me and together we listened to the Arias of Marguerite, together we thought of old times and together we formed the desire to put my story into words. It was this friend who encourage me to go back to times, I sought to forget. But maybe I can explain my life, by explaining these strange happenings. This change in my life.
I will leave the present day of the year 2006 and reach back intime, almost 200 years ago.While upstairs people come and go and lives grow and pass, we are eternal and noone believes that the Opera Ghost stil resides in the vaults of the theatre. I do not want to say this is the story of my life, for I am not alive...
THE ENCOUNTER - CHAPTER I
It was a few years after my arival in Paris. The Opera was built and during the construction I built my own little realm underneath the theatre, in the cellars where I could live undisturbed by the world. Only a few people came dosn there and mostly itwas easy to drive them back to the upper world. A few simple tricks and the imagination of the people themselves did a proper job. they left me alone and I was in my own heaven. Finally, hidden from the world, but surrounded by music. And what music! Operas by Gounod, Mozart, and other classics. I listened to the performances and soon I knew the different voices and got to love or hate them.
My kingdom, for I felt as I king, arround the lake developed wonderful. I had 2 entrances, both very well guarded by the best alarm systhem I could build and only a few times I met a cursed soul, who had come too far and met the "pleasures" of my torture chamber, which was one of the entrances to my appartment.
Mostly it was too late to rescue the people and there was nothing else left to do, than to bring them upstairs and let them be found. Soon it was said those poor Stagehands or other workers died under mysterious circumstances and the mystery of the Opera Ghost was born. What a good chance for me to live in peace.
As always I loved to play the organ. Sometimes I did not stop for days, beeing totally caputred in the music. And when this happened, I was not aware of the world arround me. For sure the "ghostly music" was heard throughout the whole building. It was feared by all and especially the ballett girls with their chitchat did their own part. They told stories of his music and of the opera ghost, things that I never ever even thought to do.
First I was angry with them and to stop them from chatting, I played my evil jokes on them. But instead of stopping their talk, their imagination was fed by this and the gossip got more and more. After a while I found out, that it was good to be feared as the ghost. It scared people even more and kept them in the upper part of the building. Later I should even learn that this gossip was important, as it shoud change my life forever. - Forever! Would that I knew the meaning of this word in those days. But let me tell one thing after the other.
After a time the Opera Ghost was well established and, as I can proudly say, almost famous. I did not only get a salary, but also my own private box. It took a few more tricks and was ridiculously easy. From now on, there were no difficulties for me to not only listen to the operas, but also to watch them.
"Faust" was always one of my favoirts and I did not miss one performance. To all of you, who think of my later life, who know - or believe to know- what will happen later on, this was before "La Carlotta" and before my dear Christine.
Whenever the curtain rose and the lights dimmed, I was on my post in the box, which I heard was in the meantime also quite famous for beeing the box of the Phantom. A lot of people always looked up to glimpse the skull behind the curtain, but I assured that they only saw and heard what I wanted them to see or hear. I thought myself in security.
One evening I once again made my way up to my precious place. The usual looks took place, but finally the performance began. Imediatly I was captured by the music and lost myself in the arias. Marguerite turned her spinning wheel and Faust made his bargain with the devil. The music filled the room.
But there was also another sound. Something like a highpitched voice singing, just on the edge of human hearing. A voice like an angel. I was arroused, I was drawn to this voice. I longed to know where it came from, such imense beauty did it involve. Slowly I moved the curtain and carefuly looked arround the corner, almost loosing my guard. But fortunatly the audience did not take notice. It did not take notice of anything, but the performance on stage. But this sound did not come frome on stage. Nor from the auditorium. It was in my head. At least it seemed like that. My curiosity was awakend even more. No other human beeing than me was ever able to place his voice somewhere else with such perfection. I listened again and now I noticed that the voice sang along to the opera.
" Oui, c'est toi, je t'aime,
Oui, c'est toi, je t'aime,
Les fers, la mort même ne me fond plus peur!
Tu m'as retrouvée…
Ma voilà sauvée…
C'est toi, je suis sur ton cœur!"
I began to shake my head madly, this sound was close to driving me crazy. "Oui, c'est toi, je t'aime. I will wait for you, Erik."
I screamed and turned to run down to my shelter as fast as possible. I did not care how many people saw the "ghost" in the shadows this night, as I was too confused and totally caught by surprise. Someone knew my name!
I declare that unfortunatly most of the characters are not mine. Second I ask forgiveness for any mistakes, english is not my first language. And now, I hope you enjoy the story. I am still thinking about a title.
PROLOG
This is a story I have not yet told. A story that was never believed and hardly known.
It started long ago, long before the famous part of my life. Long before the legend of the Phantom of the Opera, long before I met the younger singer Christine.
This story involves a dark secrect and shows who I am.
Now finally, after years of secrecy, I hav enough courage to tell it. With these pages I follow the examples of others. The reason you ask?
Never did I think of it before, but today an old friend visited me and together we listened to the Arias of Marguerite, together we thought of old times and together we formed the desire to put my story into words. It was this friend who encourage me to go back to times, I sought to forget. But maybe I can explain my life, by explaining these strange happenings. This change in my life.
I will leave the present day of the year 2006 and reach back intime, almost 200 years ago.While upstairs people come and go and lives grow and pass, we are eternal and noone believes that the Opera Ghost stil resides in the vaults of the theatre. I do not want to say this is the story of my life, for I am not alive...
THE ENCOUNTER - CHAPTER I
It was a few years after my arival in Paris. The Opera was built and during the construction I built my own little realm underneath the theatre, in the cellars where I could live undisturbed by the world. Only a few people came dosn there and mostly itwas easy to drive them back to the upper world. A few simple tricks and the imagination of the people themselves did a proper job. they left me alone and I was in my own heaven. Finally, hidden from the world, but surrounded by music. And what music! Operas by Gounod, Mozart, and other classics. I listened to the performances and soon I knew the different voices and got to love or hate them.
My kingdom, for I felt as I king, arround the lake developed wonderful. I had 2 entrances, both very well guarded by the best alarm systhem I could build and only a few times I met a cursed soul, who had come too far and met the "pleasures" of my torture chamber, which was one of the entrances to my appartment.
Mostly it was too late to rescue the people and there was nothing else left to do, than to bring them upstairs and let them be found. Soon it was said those poor Stagehands or other workers died under mysterious circumstances and the mystery of the Opera Ghost was born. What a good chance for me to live in peace.
As always I loved to play the organ. Sometimes I did not stop for days, beeing totally caputred in the music. And when this happened, I was not aware of the world arround me. For sure the "ghostly music" was heard throughout the whole building. It was feared by all and especially the ballett girls with their chitchat did their own part. They told stories of his music and of the opera ghost, things that I never ever even thought to do.
First I was angry with them and to stop them from chatting, I played my evil jokes on them. But instead of stopping their talk, their imagination was fed by this and the gossip got more and more. After a while I found out, that it was good to be feared as the ghost. It scared people even more and kept them in the upper part of the building. Later I should even learn that this gossip was important, as it shoud change my life forever. - Forever! Would that I knew the meaning of this word in those days. But let me tell one thing after the other.
After a time the Opera Ghost was well established and, as I can proudly say, almost famous. I did not only get a salary, but also my own private box. It took a few more tricks and was ridiculously easy. From now on, there were no difficulties for me to not only listen to the operas, but also to watch them.
"Faust" was always one of my favoirts and I did not miss one performance. To all of you, who think of my later life, who know - or believe to know- what will happen later on, this was before "La Carlotta" and before my dear Christine.
Whenever the curtain rose and the lights dimmed, I was on my post in the box, which I heard was in the meantime also quite famous for beeing the box of the Phantom. A lot of people always looked up to glimpse the skull behind the curtain, but I assured that they only saw and heard what I wanted them to see or hear. I thought myself in security.
One evening I once again made my way up to my precious place. The usual looks took place, but finally the performance began. Imediatly I was captured by the music and lost myself in the arias. Marguerite turned her spinning wheel and Faust made his bargain with the devil. The music filled the room.
But there was also another sound. Something like a highpitched voice singing, just on the edge of human hearing. A voice like an angel. I was arroused, I was drawn to this voice. I longed to know where it came from, such imense beauty did it involve. Slowly I moved the curtain and carefuly looked arround the corner, almost loosing my guard. But fortunatly the audience did not take notice. It did not take notice of anything, but the performance on stage. But this sound did not come frome on stage. Nor from the auditorium. It was in my head. At least it seemed like that. My curiosity was awakend even more. No other human beeing than me was ever able to place his voice somewhere else with such perfection. I listened again and now I noticed that the voice sang along to the opera.
" Oui, c'est toi, je t'aime,
Oui, c'est toi, je t'aime,
Les fers, la mort même ne me fond plus peur!
Tu m'as retrouvée…
Ma voilà sauvée…
C'est toi, je suis sur ton cœur!"
I began to shake my head madly, this sound was close to driving me crazy. "Oui, c'est toi, je t'aime. I will wait for you, Erik."
I screamed and turned to run down to my shelter as fast as possible. I did not care how many people saw the "ghost" in the shadows this night, as I was too confused and totally caught by surprise. Someone knew my name!