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I cannot make ANY promises that chapters will be uploaded daily, weekly, or even monthly. I am absolutely TERRIBLE at maintaining focus on a story. HOWEVER, I will try my hardest to update this story AT LEAST once or more a month. Please be patient with me, I have 2 other Fanfics I'm working on (not uploaded yet), and a novel as well.

If I owned the Phantom of the Opera, I would have him shirtless and serving me grapes and cheese on a decorative platter. Unfortunately, I have to get myself my own cheese and grapes... :( I own nothing... *except a pair of rainbow sock* oh, I also own all OC chars, (Salamdria, and anyone else I later on add)

-1-

"Get away from me!" The same annoying screeched pierced his ears once more as the infamous Phantom of the Opera stalked down the side streets of London with a medium sized bag slung over his shoulder, anxiously searching out a nook, a cranny, anyplace that he could intrude upon for the night. The irritating cry of a scared woman echoed through the alley he was walking swiftly through, and he heard the sounds of people running behind him. He ducked into a doorway that was nearby, and gazed out with his liquid golden eyes at the scene that taking place where he had once stood.

A group of four young men, their hats pulled down to hide their faces, seemed intent on forcing themselves upon a young woman who had ran down the same alleyway he had in a desperate attempt to escape them. She was clothed in what appeared to be a tattered brown gown, a cloak wrapped around her shoulders with the hood up, hiding her face from his view. He watched as they advanced towards her, slowly forming a ring to trap her in. She saw him hiding in the doorway, and cried out for him to save her. Her cries fell on deaf ears, however, and the Phantom slid out of his hiding place to continue down the street when he heard the sharp sound of a fist hitting flesh, a sound he knew oh so well himself.

He was never one to help another who was in trouble, and he shocked himself when he put down his sack of things he had saved from his old home, and approached the group of men. He stood in front of the cowering woman who had fallen to the ground and was sobbing, it sounded like.

"I shall warn you once, gentlemen, to leave the lady alone, or blood shall be spilled." The Phantom had his lasso in his bag, and had not thought to carry a knife with him when traveling, so he hoped he could frighten the men away before he would have need of his fists, as he found hand-to-hand combat so messy and somewhat degrading. The men around him smiled, and settled themselves into a familiar starter stance for a boxer, and he realized that there was no frightening these men away. He did open his mouth to warn them one more time, but was silenced by a slender hand placing a bitter smelling rag over both his mouth and nose. Before realizing what had happened, the once renowned Phantom of the Opera collapsed in an unconscious heap.

Okay, that was Ch. 1. Sorry it was so short, I have classes starting back up in a few weeks so I'm trying to get a decent amount of sleep so I can wake up early for said classes. Think of that as a prologue, and more shall be uploaded today or tomorrow. Thank you for reading!

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