I have taken the whole original story down. I sat down one afternoon and read my story and found it so grossly in need of editing, I decided to do a full revision. I downloaded the story and it is over 800 pages on Word. Needless to say it will be a long process, but one I feel will be worth it in the end.
I believe everyone who reads this story deserves the best I can offer, and what I had previously posted was not the best. There will be changes, alterations to the story, but the core of the story will remain the same. If anyone wants to be a BETA please contact me.
The story I wish to post is the one I always envisioned and if for any reason, ff . net pulls it, then I will post it on amazon. I want you to read the story I envisioned, and not a watered down revision.
I do hope you enjoy the revisions, and as always thank you everyone for your continuous and loyal support.
11/15/12-Big thank you to Phantom-of-the-Opera-Phan, my new Beta! You are the best!
Prince Nicholas Alexandrovich Alexandrov watched in horror as the chandelier fell onto the screaming crowd. From his box, he observed how people were desperately attempting to get out of its path, but for some, it was impossible. The crash was so loud, so intense that he felt his own box shake. He turned back to the theatre to see the police officers running around like complete fools, obviously at a loss of what they should do. There was a fire that was rapidly spreading; without thinking; he began to make his way out of the theatre. Once outside, he saw Madame Giry nervously watching as the Opera house burn. There were people rushing out of the burning building, screams and smoke filling the air. Amid all the confusion, he could see men working aggressively to contain the fire. It would be a miracle if they were able to save the Opera house.
His attention shifted to the woman standing alone in the street. Antoinette Giry. For a moment, he forgot his surroundings, as a familiar pang invaded his heart. She had changed little over the years, yet no matter how much time had passed, there was a significant bond which would always bind them together. Apparently sensing his presence, she turned around, her eyes locking with his as she rushed to his side. He noted how vulnerable she appeared, standing there with her flushed face and eyes wide with concern.
"Nicky!" She breathed deeply.
"Antoinette! Why are you still here?" he asked as he took her shaking hands into his. Gently rubbing them in a vain attempt to soothe her, "I 'm waiting. Meg she went.. I mean I asked her to…".
"Will you please calm yourself? Come now; explain to me what is wrong," He listened as Antoinette began to tell a tangled tale of a masked genius whose failed passion had left him disarrayed and brought about the destruction around them.
Erik rushed through the dark tunnel at a pace that was unusual even for him. He was confident the aggrieved mob would soon discover the entrance to his secret escape. It was essential he place as much distance between him and the refuge he had considered home for so many years. As he raced through the darkness, his thoughts were still lingering on Christine. She had returned to give him her ring... For a moment, just a brief moment; he had believed she had chosen him. His hearth had foolishly swelled with hope and joy. When he saw her guilt ridden eyes turn away from him, he noticed the ring in her hand. His heart shattered as she placed the ring in his hand. He clenched the ring even harder. His Christine had chosen that boy. Although she would have stayed with him, it would have been only to protect Raoul. It was preferable to live his life in utter loneliness and despair than to live knowing Christine had been at his side only out of obligation and compassion. He loved her far too much to chain her to a life of misery and discontent. With a heavy heart, he released her.
"Erik!" a voice shouted. He stopped running at the sound of the voice. He recognized her voice anywhere. Slowly he turned to see Madam Giry rushing towards him. He kept his hand firmly on the marred side of his face as she approached him. His eyes narrowed as she came closer.
"Come with me; quickly!" She said as she grabbed his arm attempting to pull him towards her.
"So you may feed me to the mob?" He hissed venomously.
"Erik, please listen! I'm trying to help you?" She pleaded.
"Help me?" He shouted in a mocking tone, "You! The only person I have trusted, have betrayed me like the rest!"
"Forgive me Erik; I thought you were going to harm her!" she frantically attempted to reason, "Listen to me, please! Do you think I would have betrayed you? You, who I have raised alongside my own child, betray, unless I feared for the safety of my adopted child? I never wanted any of this for you Erik. You were meant for greatness," the desperation in her voice made him realize the sincerity of her words, "I have a friend who can save you. Erik, I beg you! Listen to me! You must leave Paris! Please, Erik, accept his assistance!"
He looked at her with hatred. At that moment, he hated her; he hated Raoul, Christine, life itself. He knew he should not trust her, but he also knew she spoke the truth when she said he had to leave Paris. His bruised heart had risked it all on an ill-fated hand, and how he was left without a home, his art, and Christine. He had lost everything he had held scared.
"Very well, Madame, I will accept this assistance, but I swear if you have deceived me, I will unleash my vengeance upon your daughter!" Madam Giry paled, but she continued to look him straight in the eyes.
"Come with me."
Nicholas paced back and forth before his carriage. He should have gone with her, to fetch her so called ward. She had insisted he remained there, claiming his presence would do more harm than good. It had been some time now, and with every passing minute, his anxiety grew. After what seemed like an eternity, he spotted Antoinette and a man emerging from the shadows. He glanced at the wretched soul who had been handed nothing but pain in life. Seeing his disheveled and ragged appearance, an overwhelming sense of pity overcame him. He noticed he kept a hand firmly placed over one side of his face.
"Please come quickly, we do not have much time." Nicholas said as he handed his cloak to Erik and opened the door to his carriage. He hesitated for a moment before climbing in.
"Antoinette," Nicholas took her hand and kissed it gently, her face flushing slightly, "I will send word of our safe journey," He looked at her for a moment, "Until we met again," He jumped into his carriage and instructed his driver to go.
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