Brief bit of Phanfic I wrote today
Dec. 30th, 2004 10:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gemfyreInspired by the alternate tale of how Erik got to the opera house that was featured in the movie. How did the relationship between Erik and Mme. Giry develop over their childhood and adolescent years?
Elisabeth had searched frantically for an entrance to the cellars. Eventually she had found a door in an alcove near the ballet practice hall. It opened upon a descending staircase so she could only assume it may be a way into the depths of the opera house. She hoped the boy was still hiding where she had secreted him.
"Carnival boy! Are you down here?" She slowly made her way through passages, fearing she would become lost if she did not memorise every turn. She stopped to catch her breath and in the silence heard him. He sang. Despite the life he had led at the carnival and his ghastly countenance he had been blessed with a sweet voice. She followed the tune until she found him, sitting in shadows in a corridor. She remained in the dim light and let him remain hidden, for the comfort of them both.
"Boy. I brought you some bread," she reached a hand into the shadows by him, offering, "And this. I thought you would appreciate it." She offered a mask from one of the stage productions. A simple affair of plain pale grey that shrouded the upper half of the face. The boy from the carnival slowly took the mask, she could tell he was looking up at her. He slowly stood and donned the mask, before stepping into the light so she could see him and hand him the loaf of bread.
"Thank you Ma'am." His speaking voice was also soft and silken, stark contrast to what was to be expected.
"My name is Elisabeth. Elisabeth Giry. I live in the ballet dormitories in the opera house above. My teacher says I shall be a great dancer when I grow up." Elisabeth said proudly, for some reason seeking to impress this boy she had saved.
"I am Erik. I don't know if I have a last name, and I do not know what I will become."
I have people in the PotO communities writing more chapters. Teeheehee!
Elisabeth had searched frantically for an entrance to the cellars. Eventually she had found a door in an alcove near the ballet practice hall. It opened upon a descending staircase so she could only assume it may be a way into the depths of the opera house. She hoped the boy was still hiding where she had secreted him.
"Carnival boy! Are you down here?" She slowly made her way through passages, fearing she would become lost if she did not memorise every turn. She stopped to catch her breath and in the silence heard him. He sang. Despite the life he had led at the carnival and his ghastly countenance he had been blessed with a sweet voice. She followed the tune until she found him, sitting in shadows in a corridor. She remained in the dim light and let him remain hidden, for the comfort of them both.
"Boy. I brought you some bread," she reached a hand into the shadows by him, offering, "And this. I thought you would appreciate it." She offered a mask from one of the stage productions. A simple affair of plain pale grey that shrouded the upper half of the face. The boy from the carnival slowly took the mask, she could tell he was looking up at her. He slowly stood and donned the mask, before stepping into the light so she could see him and hand him the loaf of bread.
"Thank you Ma'am." His speaking voice was also soft and silken, stark contrast to what was to be expected.
"My name is Elisabeth. Elisabeth Giry. I live in the ballet dormitories in the opera house above. My teacher says I shall be a great dancer when I grow up." Elisabeth said proudly, for some reason seeking to impress this boy she had saved.
"I am Erik. I don't know if I have a last name, and I do not know what I will become."
I have people in the PotO communities writing more chapters. Teeheehee!
