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Introduction
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Chapter Is
The V oice................................................. 8
Chapter 2:
Chapter 3:
Chapter 4:
Chapter 5:
Chapter 6:
The R ing................................................48
Chapter 7:
Journey o f T error.......................... .. . 56
Chapter 8:
Eriks S tory....................................... 65
Activities:
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Projects:
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Word List:
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The Voice
1 1 had taken more than a decade to complete the Paris Opera
I House, with its seventeen floors of grand architecture, making
it the largest theatre in the world. Here, wealthy and noble Parisians
enjoyed great musical performances, either from the magnificent
auditorium or from their elegant, private boxes. Intervals provided
the opportunity to walk about the imposing Grand Foyer and
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Grand Staircase, decorated with precious marbles and onyx, and
to socialise amongst statues of the worlds greatest composers"
Here the most elegant members of Parisian society could display
themselves in their finest clothing and jewels. This was just as
important as watching the performance itself. The Paris Opera
House was an architectural jewel, but while its patrons applauded
the great performances, they were quite unaware of another, strange
world hidden beneath the stage. Here, in its many dark cellars and
web of passageways lay the secrets of another world, a world
where no ray of light ever shone, where a ghostly creature living
in the furthest depths would rise to terrorise the patrons and
performers of the Paris Opera.This is where our story of darkness
and intriguejanfolds: the story of the Phantom of the Opera.
Dawn had not broken one Paris morning, when a voice could
be heard in a small flat in the Rue Notre-Dame-des-Victoires, a
voice so perfect and pure, one would believe only an angel could
possess it. Christine Daae, a singer at the Opera, awoke to the
heavenly singing, experiencing the joy of a young child on its
first Christmas. She thought she was still dreaming to hear a sound
so perfect. When she was fully awake, the voice began to fade,
and then disappeared with the light of day, leaving her to wonder
what being could have produced such a beautiful sound. She was
unable to sleep again and thought only of the melodic voice the
whole day.
Even though she had witnessed so many exceptional performances
at the Paris Opera, Christine had never heard such musical perfection
and she longed to experience again the thrill it had brought her and she was not to be disappointed. The voice returned to her
again and again in her room each morning before dawn; then one
day it vanished as suddenly as it had come.
She prayed with all her heart each night that the angelic voice
would return, but she waited alone in a silence broken only by
the occasional rumble of a carriage on the cobblestone street
below.
A few weeks later in her dressing room, as she was preparing
for the evenings performance, she became aware of a faint sound,
gradually gaining strength and coming near her. It was the voice!
Its song filled her with a sensation she could not describe as its
beauty flowed through the walls. She did not know where it had
come from, and yet it seemed to be all around her. She was attracted
to the voice like a magnet. Then the singing stopped, and the
voice spoke to her.
Ive come to offer you a gift, Christine - to make your greatest
dream come true. I ask only one thing in return ...
At that very moment, a bond was created between Christine
Daae and the voice that would change her life forever.
so deep in his face they looked like black holes, and a face that
didnt even seem human. His skin was pale and grey and his nose
was so small it almost wasnt there ... and there was not one hair
on his head!
Joseph Buquet was the chief scene changer and, like Sorelli,
a calm and sensible person who would not make up stories about
seeing the Phantom. So, those who believed in the Phantom took
him seriously; those who did not thought someone had just played
a joke on him. One thing was certain: there were now six more
witnesses who had seen this terrifying creature.
Sorelli, however, insisted.
My dears, pull yourselves together!
Excitedly, Little Meg told the dancers,
My mother says the Phantom doesnt like people talking about
him - and when they do, terrible things happen!
And how does your mother know what he does and doesnt
like?
Well, the other dancers leaned closer to hear,he talks to her!
Oh, Meg! Stop it! Sorelli was annoyed.
In Box 5, to the left of the stage. Mama looks after that box
and she knows!
The others looked at her in horror.
Its true! Others have seen him there, too. He wears a long
black evening cloak and a white mask that covers most of his
face and ...
At that moment they heard a womans voice, screaming frantically.
It was Megs mother, Mme Giry, a short plump woman, whose
clothes looked as though they had once belonged to someone
else. She was usually chatty and friendly, but now she appeared
deathly white with shock.
Raoul lit the gaslight and looked around, but the room was
completely empty! He opened all the wardrobes. He found nothing.
There were no windows in the room.The man had vanished into
thin air!
Hurt by Christines rejection and confused by the disappearance
of this other man, Raoul finally left the dressing room and the
Opera. Riding home in his carriage, the same thought echoed in
his head.
hat night, despite the tragedy that had been discovered earlier,
a costume party was being held in the Grand Foyer to welcome
So the other managers had not attended last nights performance but the Phantom had. Richard was furious.
Thats it, Ive had enough! Im not giving in to this madness!
Our patrons will sit in Box 5, Phantom or no Phantom!
However, some days later, Moncharmin and Richard received
a report concerning the questionable activities in Box 5 that week.
It was written by the Opera Inspector, Monsieur Bertillon, whose
job it was to inform the management about complaints and matters
of security at the Opera.This was important to Moncharmin and
Richard, as they were responsible for the comfort and enjoyment
of their customers.
I demand an explanation for this report, Richard snapped at
the shy Monsieur Bertillon.The inspector responded nervously,
Well, sir, people are complaining about strange noises in Box
5 and they say theyve been ordered by someone to leave."
And what does the box-keeper have to say about all this?
Richard was losing more than his temper.
She says its the Phantom.
^Bring that woman to me at once, Richard roared.
" When Mme Giry came into the office, Richard was blazing
with anger.
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Coming to, she felt a tall thin man pick her up and carry her
off. She couldnt see his face as they hurried through the darkness
and she wondered how he moved so easily without light, stepping
effortlessly over and around what must have.been pieces of stage
sets stored behind her dressing room. It seemed as if only skin
and bones were holding her as they continued down, deep into
the cellars. Christine was too frightened to speak, sure that her
captor would do something awful to her if she made any noise.
Suddenly, she was aware of the sound of water lapping gently
against a boat.They had reached a lake beneath the Opera House
itself.There, the bony hands placed her in the boat and they rowed
off into the mist. A gas lamp on the front of the vessel gave off a
soft glow as he rowed her towards a house on the other side of
the lake.
In the dim light, she could see that he was wearing a long
black cloak and a high silk evening hat. A white mask covered
most of his face.When they reached the opposite shore, he carried
her from the boat and set her down onto the ground. He knelt
before the frightened trembling girl and said,
You are in no danger, Christine. I could never harm you. Do
not let my mask frighten you. I only beg you not to touch it. If you
see my face and learn my secret, I can never.let you go.You have
sung only for me and your devotion has touched my heart ...
Christine cut off his words with a desperate cry, and with a
feeling of horror so deep she could hardly breathe, she now
realised who he was. It was the one who had transformed her
from a nameless voice in the chorus to the star she had become.
It was the voice! She was weak with shock, but somehow gathered
the strength not to faint. Now that she knew who he was, she
could think only of what was hidden behind that mask.
times since the night she had ignored him in her dressing
room, but she continued to refuse to see him. She had recovered
with difficulty from her horrific experience beneath the Opera
and was now too upset to respond to the young mans requests.
Just when Raoul had nearly given up hope, he received a letter
from her in which she said:
M onsieur,
I have n ot forg otten the little boy w ho w ent into
the sea to get my scarf. Soon I am goin g to Perros.
My fa th e r is b u ried there a t the little chu rch w here
you a n d I u sed to p la y w hen we w ere children ,
a n d w here we sa id g ood by e f o r the last tim e. C om e
to P erros i f y ou wish to see m e.
C hristine
the city of Paris faded from sight and visions of Christines life
filled his memory.
As a young child, she had lived with her parents near the city
of Uppsala in Sweden. Her father often amused himself by playing
the violin, his favourite pastime. After the death of Christines
mother, M Daae decided they would move on with their lives in
a new place, and he would make a career of his music. During a
concert, a music professor named Valerius and his wife heard M
Daae play.They were impressed by his musical skill and took him
for h^r every day. Christine and Raoul spent many summers
together in Perros until they were grown up. Raoul then went to
university and Christine attended music school.
With tears in his eyes at the end of their last summer together,
Raoul exclaimed,
My darling, Ill never forget you!
At the Opera, when he saw Christine again after their years
apart, he remembered all the wonderful times they had shared
in the village, and how much he still loved her.
Raoul reached Perros just as it was getting dark. When he
arrived at the old village inn, Christine was waiting for him at a
table in the hall. She looked more beautiful than ever.
Raoul was pleased to see her, but he also needed answers to
his questions.
Christine, why did you reject me when I came to your dressing
room at the Opera?
She was silent. Raoul became very serious.
Theres another man, isnt there?
What are you saying, Raoul?
The man in your dressing room - I heard his voice!
Christine gripped his arm.
You were listening!
When Raoul tried to take her hand, she pulled away and ran
to her room.
Much later, Raoul heard footsteps passing his door. When he
looked out, he saw Christine walking down the corridor towards
the stairs, as if she was hypnotised. Where was she going in the
middle of the night? He decided to follow her; he had to find out.
If there was another man, Raoul would confront him.
Raoul followed in the pale moonlight as Christine walked
towards the sea and entered the old churchyard where they had
played as children among the gravestones. As she glided past the
church in the eerie light, he thought he saw her disappear and
was beginning to panic when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He
turned around so quickly he nearly lost his balance.Then he saw
her standing there, pale and sad in the moonlight.
Raoul, I have something to tell you. Do you remember the
story my father used to tell us when we were children? The one
about the Angel of Music?
He remembered the strange story only too well.
Raoul, the Angel has visited me.
What do you mean?
The voice you heard in my dressing room belongs to him.
He teaches me there. It is he who has given me this voice.
You really believe in this Angel, dont you?
My father has sent him to me.
And what has your Angel asked of you in return?
Christine did not reply. She was hurt that Raoul could doubt
her. As she turned and ran away, Raoul tried to follow, but she
shouted to him,
You must leave me alone - you dont understand!
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her lessons every day from the Angel, and every night she left the
glittering lights of the stage wondering when she would be whisked
away again and imprisoned in the darkness of his underground
hideaway She was sickened at the thought of his horrific face,
but could do nothing if she were to protect Raoul from his jealous
anger.
Raoul, too, had returned to Paris and was still searching for
answers. He was troubled by Christines behaviour and wanted
to know what had nearly frightened him to death in Perros.
Moncharmin and Richard, meanwhile, were now occupied with
their own investigation into the events in Box 5. Strange things
were happening elsewhere in the Opera, too. Weird shadowy
figures appeared in the theatre, then seemed to disappear into
thin air; lights flickered on and off and scenery was raised and
lowered mysteriously.
Talk of the Phantom was now starting to spread outside the
Opera and patrons were nervously staying away. To ease the fears
of their customers, the managers decided to sit in Box 5 themselves
for the next performance. They would get to the bottom of this
Phantom business and prove it was nothing but rubbish.
Carlotta had recovered from her illness and was expected to
sing in her usual role, but it became obvious that someone was
displeased when Moncharmin and Richard received yet another
letter on the morning of her return performance:
Chapter 5
During the next few days, Raoul searched everywhere for her.
He then remembered Mme Valerius. When he called at her little
flat, a maid showed him to the elderly woman.
Madame, I cannot find Christine; she has disappeared. Ive
looked everywhere. Do you know where she is? Please, I am
desperate!'- *
Mme Valeriuss kind expression became serious.
Shes with the Angel of Music, my friend.
Raoul could hardly believe what he was hearing, but let the
dear old woman continue. Mme Valerius put a finger to her lips
and spoke in a whisper.
What Im going to tell you, you can never repeat. Im telling
you only because I know how much Christine cares for you.
Raoul, you and Christine can never be together.
But why?
The Angel of Music would never allow it. She belongs to him.
He is her teacher, her companion, her master. Each night at the
Opera, when hardly a soul is left, she has her singing lessons with
the Angel. Without his blessing, her voice would not have become
so perfect. It was her greatest dream, but a tragic one for both of
you.
Raoul was furious. Who was this Angel of Music and why was
he controlling Christine?
Distressed by his younger brothers suffering, the Count, too,
did his best to discourage Raouls relationship with Christine. He
told him he had seen her in a carriage with another man, hoping
that it would put him off. His plan failed, however, when Raoul
raced to the Opera determined to find her. He waited, night after
night, in the freezing cold outside, longing to see his beautiful
My D ear R aoul,
P lease d o n ot try to see m e a g a in . You
m ust fo rg et m e o r w e sh a ll both b e in
terrible danger.
C hristine
After a fortnight, no one had seen Christine, but Raoul was
sure she was somewhere close by. Again he waited, hidden in
the shadows outside her dressing room. At last he saw her slip
quietly inside.Through a crack in the door he watched and listened.
Her words startled him.
Erik! Erik, are you there?
Raouls entire body tensed. He saw Christine with her arms
stretched out towards the mirror in front of her.
Erik! Im waiting for you.
As she walked towards the mirror, its surface began to shimmer
like sunshine on a lake. Then, suddenly, in a blinding flash of
light, she was gone. How and why did she keep disappearing?
Raoul had lost her once more, but now at least he had a clue to
the identity of the Angel - the name Erik.
Christine stumbled in the dark, but Eriks bony hands caught
her before she could fall. She didnt want him to touch her, but
knew that she could not refuse to go with him or Raoul would
be in danger. As they descended into the gloomy dampness of
the cellars and rowed across the lake, Christine was silent. When
they entered his house, he spoke softly to her.
Youve been loyal to me, Christine, and I can no longer keep
this from you. I am not your Angel of Music, but I am the one
they call the Phantom of the Opera!
Christine was horrified. It was more than she could stand.
Come, my dear. Let me show you the rest of my world. Please
think of this house as your home, my love. It is yours to share
with me - as my wife!
Erik grasped her trembling hand and placed a gold ring on it.
I beg you, Christine, never let this ring leave your finger.
Christine felt sick, but she knew she must promise this to him
if she were to protect Raoul.
As Erik walked her through the gloomy house, she was nearly
overcome by the heavy atmosphere and musty smell. Dark oversized
furniture of carved wood and red velvet filled the rooms, and dozens
of candles provided the only light.There were no mirrors, no windows.
The touch of his horrible hand on hers made her feel even
sicker, and she feared she could not remain in that awful place
one more minute. At last she found the courage to plead,
Erik, may I beg you to take your kindness one step further?
Im feeling quite overwhelmed by all this. Could you find it in
your heart to allow me a short time with Mme Valerius to recover
my strength?
His terrible gaze met her soft blue eyes and the strange part
of him that loved her responded,
Very well, my dear, this once. But dont become too accustomed
to such outings.
The Ring
After searching for Christine for days, Raoul again turned to
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Christine did as she had promised and sent Raoul a note asking
following evening.
| up his mind: the only way to protect her was to make her his
| wife.They would flee Paris and Erik forever.
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When they met, Raoul took Christines hand in his and said,
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Her eyes were full of hope and fear at the same time. Raoul
noticed that she was still wearing the gold ring,
I promised to sing for him again - for him alone. I cannot
break my word.
Raoul was confused.
Trust me, Raoul. We cannot talk of this now.
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her performance and Raoul was bursting with pride for her, tnough
he was hurt to see her still wearing the ring. At that moment, as
though someone had read his mind, a voice whispered from the
back of his box,
Shes wearing another mans ring, Raoul.
The Voice laughed like a demon. Raoul turned around quickly
toward the voice, but could see no one.
Do you know where shes been, Raoul? Why dont you ask
Erik? He knows. She belongs to him.
At the end of the performance, now questioning his own sanity,
Raoul went to Christines dressing room. She smiled sadly, Is Raoul
gently touched her cheek.
I heard a voice in my box tonight, but there was no oite |iere!
It said you belong to Erik. Who is this Erik? I demand to kifow!
Before he could continue, she put her finger to hisi lijjs to
silence him. It would not be safe to speak there.Then sheltook
his hand and led him quietly away from danger.
As they moved through the corridors looking for a safe place
to speak, som eone climbed down through one o f the many
trapdoors separating the stage from the cellars below. Christine
froze for an instant.
Why are you afraid, Christine? Why does such mystery surround
everything here?
Christine did not reply, silently pulling him along behind her.
As they climbed the many stairs to the safety of the roof, they
were unaware of a shadowy presence nearby.
Its all right, now. Im sure he cant hear us here.
Christine, please, tell me whats going on.
She sat down, hardly knowing where to begin.
Ike made me what I am, Raoul, and Ill always be in his debt.
But) as my father warned me, he wants something in return At
firs! he asked that I sing only for him and I promised. When I
thought he was the Angel, I could accept it. But Raoul, hes not."
fChristine, who is he?
Raoul, hes the Phantom of the Opera! And he wants me for
his wife!
|No! That cannot happen!
What can I do? If I leave him, he will do terrible harm to us
both! That first night when you came to my dressing room, I
knew he could hear us there, so I pretended not to know' you.
He was very strict about my training and allowed me no social
life at all. I was afraid that if he thought we cared for each other,
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Well leave, Raoul, but not tonight. Not before I sing for hjm
one last time, my next performance. If I dont, Im afraid of what
he might do. Raoul, he would kill for me!
These words sent a cold shiver down the young mans spine;
Erik was even more dangerous than he had thought. The two
clung to eafch other tightly in the darkness. When they heard an
even more agonising cry, they knew he had heard everything
they had said.
Terrified, they ran through the building, up and down steps
and along the shadowy passageways. Suddenly, a tall dark man
appeared from the darkness.
Quickly! Go the other way!" he warned. Christine pulled Raoul
back.
Its the Persian.
When they reached Christines dressing room, Raoul tried |tol
compose himself.
Why must you sing again for Erik?
I gave him my word. I cant go back on it now - Im afraid
hell kill us both"
Suddenly she turned pale and cried out,
Oh, no! Raoul!
What is it? Whats wrong?
The ring! Its gone!
Christine looked at her hand in terror.
Hell never forgive me! I promised I would never take it off!
Oh, what will happen to us now?
Raoul tried to comfort her and begged her to leave with him
immediately, but she pulled herself together and said,
Please, Raoul, you must be patient. Not before tomorrow. Wigll
leave after my next performance, I promise.
Journey o f Terror
adly shaken, Raoul and Christine left the Opera. When he had
Raoul spent most of the next day planning his departure with
Christine. He prepared a carriage for their escape and left it outside
the Opera.They would flee Paris, the Opera and Erik immediately
after the performance.
chair and, with horror and pain, he saw on the floor in front of
him the unthinkable, blood!
Oh, Christine, what has he done to you?
Raoul was not in a condition to think clearly and his senses
escaped him as he touched his finger to the blood on the floor,
heartbroken and longing for Christine.
Under increasing public pressure, Moncharmin and Richard
requested the services of the Chief Inspector of Police, Monsieur
Mifroid. Christines admirers wanted to know what had happened
to their beloved soprano and the managers had to prove quickly
that they were regaining control of the Opera.
Inspector Mifroid was a short stocky man with a bald head
and a black moustache. He wore a wrinkled dark grey suit that
made him look quite ordinary. He did, however, have a good
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Erik's Story
A re we close to Eriks house yet? Raoul asked. Yes, but we
/ i m u s t find the wall on this side of the water that forms part
of his house. Erik created many false entrances and exits down
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The room was empty apart from a metal rack in one corner and
a piece of rope on the ground next to it.The only way out appeared
to be through the trapdoor above them. The Persian walked over
to the rope and picked it up, thinking to himself,
Poor Buquet; he died because he just knew too much.
How do you know Erilr so well? Raoul asked the Persian.
I met him a long time ago. He is a complicated creature, sir,
and evil. He knows no difference between right and wrong.
Raoul wanted to know more about the beast that was controlling
Christine and begged the Persian to tell him everything. His companion
hesitated, but decided they needed a rest before moving on and
so he began to reveal the story of the Phantom of the Opera.
I met Erik many years ago when he was just a young lad. I was
Chief of Police in Persia at the time, visiting France on holiday. I was
attending a circus in the countryside one day when I was attracted
to a voice, singing like nothing Id ever heard before. A huge crowd
was listening. Fascinated by this heavenly sound, I pushed my way
through to see who was singing. When I saw his terrible face I was
horrified.What made things worse, the curious onlookers who paid
to stare at his deformity treated him as nothing more than a freak.
I learnt from someone in the crowd that he had run away from
home to escape the misery of his ugliness and had found some
comfort and acceptance in the circus, amongst the other poor
unwanted souls there.
He was once a brilliant lad with the ambition of becoming an
architect, when a gas lamp, knocked over one night in the barn
where he was studying, put an end to his dream. He was helplessly
trapped in the terrible fire until his face was burnt beyond repair
and his life was changed forever. The scars on the outside, however,
were not as deep as those on Eriks heart and soul. Its what turned
if
Erik had given Christine till eleven o clock that night to decide
if she would marry him and time was running out. Many lives
were at stake as Raoul and the Persian searched the cellar for a
way to escape.They found nothing.
Faced with the possibility of death in this miserable cellar, they
climbed back through the trapdoor into the torture chamber above.
The lights were now out and the air was cool enough for them
to breathe. They heard Eriks voice coming from the next room.
You have five minutes to decide if you will be my wife,
Christine. Take this key and open that box on the table - my little
box of life and death. Inside it youll find two handles attached
to a little invention of mine. One handle is shaped like a scorpion
and the other like a grasshopper. If you turn the scorpion, Ill
know that your answer is yes. If you turn the grasshopper...
His evil laugh rang around the room.
The fate of everyone here and in the Opera above is in your
lovely hands.
Of course! exclaimed the Persian. The gunpowder!
Everything became clear now. Erik was planning to set off an
explosion that would bring down the Opera House. Everyone
and everything would be reduced to ashes if Christine did not
marry him.
You have two minutes left to decide, Christine. Remember, a
wedding or a funeral.
Christine was terrified.
Erik, please! I dont want to hurt anyone.
Her tears, and the pain in her voice, suddenly sent a wave of
self-pity through Erik. He knew that Christine did not love him;
he knew he was alone. And now, with the pain of his wound, he
was too weak to go on.
If you loved me, Christine, you would not be afraid. You would
not hesitate. You cant bear to stay with me and I cant go on
without you. Make your choice. It doesnt matter any more.
Raoul and the Persian could hear each others hearts pounding
as they waited for Christine to move. Had Erik given up? Would
he set them free? If there was an explosion, at least he would die
and there would be an end to his madness. He would never hurt
anyone again.The passing seconds felt like hours. Waiting, absolutely
still, waiting to be buried alive or to be freed.
Suddenly their hearts jumped into their throats as they heard
a terrible crack beneath their feet. But there was no explosion,
only the sound o f ... running water!They were saved! But, no, the
water rose quickly, soon reaching the waists of the terrified
prisoners. Were they saved from the explosion, only to drown in
the cellars of the Opera? The Persian called out,
Erik, Christine!
There was only silence. He tried one last time.
Erik! Have you forgotten that I once saved your life? Dont you
remember that I rescued you from the Shah? You would be dead
now if it hadnt been for me! Please, Erik, have mercy, dont do this!
There was no reply and the water continued to rise.The only
way out was the trapdoor and they could not reach it.They were
drowning - saved from one death only to be faced with another!
As the water covered them and they began to lose consciousness,
Raoul and the Persian heard a mad, distant voice singing,
Barrels! Barrels! Barrels!
The Persians last thought was that death would now be
welcome.Then ...darkness.
She knew now that she had to. agree to be his wife or Raoul
and the Persian would die. She knew she had to sacrifice everything
if her true love were to live. She had no choice, she had to do it.
It was almost too late when she took his arm and looked into his
hollow, haunted eyes.
Erik, please have mercy on them! If you do, if you save
them, Ill be your wife! Ill stay with you and well sing together
day and night.
She could not control her tears and her hold on his arm
tightened.
Please, Erik, I beg you!
He returned her gaze.
Will you, my darling? Will you stay with me forever?
Yes, Erik, I promise.
And with those terrible words she gathered more courage
than she could imagine and kissed him on his dreadful
forehead. Her tears swept across his face and he, too, wept.
A few days later, after the terrible events in the torture
chamber, the Persian woke up, surprised to find himself in his
own flat. Slowly he realised he was not alone in the room. A
tall pale figure swayed nearby. Erik was weak and could barely
speak or walk. His cloak was wet with blood and he held his
chest tightly.
You will be fine, my old companion. It is I who am dying.
Pity did not enter the mind of the Persian, who could
remember only the torture he had suffered at the hands of this
madman.
What have you done with the Viscount and Christine? Where
are they?
Eriks mind was clouded with pain.
Love is my killer, old friend. The Viscounts bullet pierced
only my body. Now love has pierced my soul and I can leave
this world in peace. She kissed me, old friend. She kissed me
and promised to be my wife!
Where are they? the Persian insisted.
I have released the girl. She is safe with Mme Valerius and I
have returned the young man to his home. See that they find
each other."
Erik dragged himself slowly towards the door. As he left, he
put on his mask before stepping into a waiting carriage in the
street. The Persian never saw him again, nor did he hear the faint
voice say to the driver,
Take me to the Opera.
Some days later, a black evening cloak was found by a
dresser, neatly folded and lying at the foot of a mirror in a
dressing room at the Paris Opera House. In it were wrapped a
mask and a gold ring, and on top of it lay a note in faint red ink:
dear Christine,
I shd-M
-fove you.
lake
where
an
old
abandoned
boat
lay
had learnt well how to use them and it was the perfect training
for his evil deeds at the Opera!
The Persian laid down his pen and considered whether or
not to continue. Would anyone believe such a fantastic tale?
No, he thought.I have cleansed myself now of the terrors of
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the past. Perhaps Eriks story is better left to the secret chambers
of the Opera cellars.
Years passed before Mme Christine de Chagny was able to
unwrap the old black evening cloak she had kept for so long.
She took one last look at the remains of a part of her life which
was almost too painful to remember and then placed it with the
mask and the gold ring in a mahogany box. She would never
look at them again. Locking the box, she left her old dressing
room and the Paris Opera forever.
A carriage took her from the Rue Scribe through the city
streets to the other side of town. Stopping briefly on the way,
she left the carriage only long enough to throw a small brass
key into the River Seine. She held the mahogany box in her lap
as the carriage entered the Cemetery of Montparnasse.
The poor tormented soul who had changed her life would in
death be remembered with dignity. Mme de Chagny laid to rest
the last tragic evidence of his sorrow and pain. A simple stone
engraved with the words: In m em ory o f Erik, a true lover o f the
Late some night in the Paris Opera, when the auditorium has
emptied and the patrons have left their boxes, go and listen
carefully. You just might hear a beautiful voice no longer in
agony, ringing from Box 5 - the voice of the Phantom of the
Opera!
THE END