Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera...sadly.

Chapter 1: After Devastation

By PittsBurghFuzz

On the faithful night of the opening night of Don Juan Triumphant, the Paris Opera House suffered greatly for its long time ignorance of the Phantom's existence. The police did not even find the Phantom. They decided that the underground lair was safe and that the Opera Ghost would not reappear. The police eventually forgot about the whereabouts of the Phantom's lair. The Opera House needed almost a year in repairs. It was a shame all that all the success the venue had, the money is used to recreated the Opera House. Two years after the disaster, Christine was living with Raoul at his private apartment not far from the Opera House. While Christine was sitting reading her book, Raoul politely interrupted:

"Christine? I have to tell you something."

"Yes Raoul?" said Christine.

"Christine, I have to go somewhere for a while," he looked down for a brief moment to think how he should approach his fiance. "you see, I have to visit my father in London. He is very ill."

"But Raoul, why can't one of your siblings go?" cried Christine.

"You must understand, my other brothers and sisters are all despise my father and I was the odd one out." said Raoul.

"Why is it Raoul that something is always trying to prevent our lives from being happy? said Christine Lately, your brother had to call upon you to help sell his dead wife's things in London, before that your sister committed suicide and you had to confirm the body, even though your brother was closer to that area than you were, and of course, there was-him."

"I know Christine, you must be patient. At least that monster is not going to ruin our lives. I will be back and when I am, I promise that we will get married." Raoul explained in a calm voice.

She looked up to Raoul and then they kissed. Raoul then packed his things for London. He was about to exit the door when Christine hugged him for a minute or so. They kissed, and Raoul was on his way out of Paris. Christine did not know what to do with herself, so she went out to have herself a decent time. She did not go into any of the shoppes, she just looked around the city. She took notice of the Opera House. Read a sign that read "Closed: Renovations." She sighed because she missed singing. On the other hand, she was away from Erik. She just remembered the dismal scent of his lair, the fear of his wrath, and the sight of his face. She walked for a while until the sunset. While Christine was returning home, a hooded man attacked her. The man seemed to be trying to get a little something out of her. She tried to fight back, but with no avail. She was screaming and screaming, but no one heard her. From the shadows, another figure tall and menacing used a lasso to catch him and choke him to death. He noticed Christine was unconscious. He pulled out some smelling sauce. She woke up and saw the face that was partially covered by a white mask.