Hello readers! I may not be all that new here on , however this is the first story I am posting here. Orginally I was using this site called . However, do to multiple-and I mean multiple-issues with the site having weird gliches to suddenly under mainence to erasing all of my hard work. I have finally decided to kiss that site goodbye before I pull an Erik and crash a chandlier or two. Although...still tempting but I am going to control my temper and take a breather and try another site...hopefully I won't have many issues here. If I do...then I will give up sharing my stories with the public. So! Enough with my ranting about my dramas with websites and let me explain the story better because I must warn you...I might go screw the summary I'm changing this because I will be re reading what I have posted and written and might want to change things up.

So this is an obvious PotO fanfic. I am a ErikxChristine fan believe me, but I can't seem to do well with writing her. Every time I try and I have a good friend review what I written she will ask me why is Christine not...Christine. So this will be a ErikxOC fanfic. I know it's extremely stupid with the whole 21st century girl somehow got pulled into the world of PotO however I just wanted to since as I was trying to create my OC for this story I realized she was not a 19th century girl at all...I try and I try to make her like one as best as I could but it seems I have doomed my OC to be a 21st century girl and for that I apologize deeply for that.

I will warn you that Erik won't really make a physical apperance until at least Ch. 8, but he will be mentioned a bit here and there. However, for the first six chapters I want you all to understand my OC a bit. Then I will bring in some drama. Please don't accuse me of giving her a sob story. I just felt she needed to have some conflicts in her life that made her...her. I will keep this rated T for some of the violence and the language. No smut...sorry smut junkies...just not my thing. There might be some Raoul and Christine bashing.(Chrisitne bashing will only occur when I am pissed off with her for having not that much backbone or cause she went for the pretty boy. I mean I understand her reasons really I do. I am aware Erik has many faults and has done many wrongs-except for rape in which apparently Phantom of Manhatton is saying he did...bloody pissed off still when I saw the refrence...he isn't a rapist people! He is not that desperate-but I do love Erik despite his faults. I love his dry sense of humor and his personality when he is not high on something or all self-loathing. I believe he has a tender side and I admire it. The Raoul bashing is very light. For example: He might be a bloody idot or he might be drunk or he might hurt our OC out of a drunk rage...he will apologize for that though).

DISCLAIMER: I do not own PotO for if I did Erik would have gotten Christine and Raoul might have ended up with...I don't know...Meg or some other girl cause even Raoul deserves to have someone.

Now after that long drawn out Author's Note-sorry about that ^.^'-let's get onto the story please review! I'd love to hear your thoughts...even the harsh ones...just be gentle with the negativity though...please and thank you!

Ch.1

I sighed as I felt the death glare I was reciving from my eleven year old full face white masked passenger. "Why are you taking me back to this god forsaken place?!" He demanded, finally speaking after I had found him at my doorstep and I took him back to his foster parent's house. It's not like I wanted to...actually I would have more than willingly letted him stay in my house. However, due to the fact I am trying to fight for custody for him against his "lovely" foster parents and I was told to keep distance from him as best as I can...I had to return him here.

We were sitting at the side of the road in my 1980 black Doge Ram 1500 as I waited for him to get out. I looked at my little brother, Hunter, and frowned. "You can't be running away and coming to my house. You know I'm suppose to keep my distance from you while I'm trying to get you out of foster care." I sighed. He looked down and sighed. "Sorry, Hope. It''s just...they tied me down and tried to cut me open. I only mangaed to spit in their faces to stop them and slipped out of the ropes." He confessed solemly.

My eyes widen in horror and I could feel the blood n my veins boiling. "THEY WERE GOING TO CUT YOU OPEN AGAIN?! AS IF ONCE WASN'T FUCKING ENOUGH?!" I screamed, my voice htting a few octaves high. The first week we had lived there, Hector and Wendy, his foster parents, had cut him open to see if his organs were even there or shriveled up. They damaged his heart and stiched him back up. I tried calling the cops but due to the fact that apparently Hunter's skin can heal quickly there was no proof. However, his heart no longer beats right and there was a high chance he will not make it to the end of the seventh grade. Hunter was born with a deformity that made him look like a two day old corpse and he was so boney and frail, Hector and Wendy decided to see how much of him appeared to be corpse like.

Everyone else couldn't seem to looky beyond appearnce either. Except myself and my late parents. Hunter was the sweetest, gentle and extremely intelligent eleven year old I will ever know. He didn't seem to have a single violent bone in his body. He literally can't harm a fly! However, knowing that he is trapped in that house where they harm him only because he is different makes me livid. As if I didn't hate them enough but the minute I tried to get him out of their care two days after I turned eighteen. They accused me of drug abuse to the court and I was not allowed to take him out of their care, and every third Saturday I would be off in court tryng to proove that I am not doing any substience abuse of any shape or form.

Hunter shrank back from my outburst and I took a deep breath to calm myself down. "Sorry. Just...go inside before they see me." I sighed heavily and watched his bright blue eyes flickered with hurt and fear. I felt my heart shatter at the look of fear and pain in my brother's eyes. I had raised him all of his life due to the fact both our parents had died when he was only nine months old and I was seven. Wendy had refused to take any part in raising him so I took on the responsibilty of raising my brother. Although he comprehended that I was his older sister...I knew I was more of a motherly figure for him and honestly I feel not only my sisterly love for him but also a motherly love and protectiveness for him. Thus why it kills me every time I have to take him basically to Hell when he seeks for my protection.

I watched as he nodded woodenly and he hugged me. I hugged him tightly, hating to have him go back to those bastards, and petted his thin bleach blonde hair. "I love you, Hunter, and I will get you out of Hector and Wendy's custody...leagally." I vowed. I had to add that last word knowing if I had not I would have slammed on the gas pedal and head straight to my house, pack everything and flee the country. He looked up at me and I could tell he understood why I added that last word. I silently thanked his clever mind. "I love you too, Hope, and I know you will." He told me. He pulled off his mask and kissed my cheek. I couldn't help but smile, knowing I was the only one he trusts to have his mask off, and I knew he silently thanked the fact it was dark out. I kissed his cool forehead and watched as he put his mask back on.

He glanced at me and I could see the fear and pleading look in his blue eyes. I looked down and tried to fight back the tears that were threatening to come out. I heard him silently climb out of my truck and close the door I pulled my truck away from the curb and peeked at my rearview mirror to see himlooking at me with sad eyes. I looked away quickly and blinked the tears away so I could focus on the road. After I passed a few blocks I noticed I was getting close to my boyfriend's street. I peeked at the clock on my truck. Richard, my boyfriend, should be home by now from work. Maybe I should see him to cheer me up a little. I turned onto his steet and I raised an eyebrow as I got closer to his house.

Why is Joan's Mercedes here? I never liked Joan. Something about that bleach blonde girl from Richard's band seemed to scream tramp and I kept an eye on her when I saw her flirting with Richard during band practice. As I pulled up closer my jaw dropped when I saw why. Apparently, I was right to keep an eye on her. I slammed my brakes when I got to the driveway, and put my truck into park. I undid my searbelt and jumped out as my blood once again begain to boil. Hell hath no fury compared to what I am about to unleash! "Richard!" I screamed, my voice dark and venomous. He quickly pulled away from Joan, whom he had pinned on the hood of her car, and his eyes were wide as saucers and were filled with fear. Oh he should be scared.

"H-Hope?!" He stuttered and cursed under his breath as he saw my eyes narrow into slits at him. He ran over to me-leaving a disappointed Joan on her hood of the car-and grabbed my arms. I squirmed in hs grip. "I-It's not what you think!" He stuttered. I scoffed and kneed him in the groin. He grunted and letted me go. I pulled my fist back and coillied my fist into his face, hearing a sickening crunch when I did. He fell back and stared at me in shock, holding his nose which was letting out a lot of blood.

I felt a twinge of pride knowing that meant the sickening crunch meant I had possibly just broke his nose. "Don't you dare lie to me! It's exactly what I think you motherfucker! You are cheating on me!" I screamed at him. "Bitch! You broke his nose!" Joan screamed at me as she sat up from the hood of the car. I glared over at the bleach blonde tramp and stalked over to her. I grabbed her by the hair-since she had a strapless shirt on and I was not going to dare touchher anywhere bellow the neck! I have no bloody idea where she has been!-and yanked her down to face my icy glare since she was a few inches taller than me. "I wouldn't be calling me a bitch when you are a whore. Call me a bitch one more time and I'll take great pleasure in fucking up your face!" I hissed and shoved her over to a speechless Richard. I glared at him.

"If the blow to your face wasn't a clear enough message than let me clarify this! It's over between us! No second chances." I spat. I stormed over to my truck. "Well then that's fine by me! At least I will have someone who will be willing to let me even lay finger on them and kiss them!" He snapped as I got ready to climb in. I stiffened and I felt my jaw clench. I flipped him the bird and climbed in. I slammed my door shut and pulled away from his home and sped away. Well thed end of my day is just getting bettter and better by the minute!

Well then! How do you like Hope so far?

What are your thoughts so far?

Who liked how she handled the fact she caught her boyfriend cheating on her? I personally think she showed mercy...but that's just me.