Shadows of the Past
Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera in any way shape or form, though i do own the ideas behind this story. Even if anyone did try to sue me, however, you woudl get nothing, as I am worth less than a postage stame (albeit a somewhat expensive one.)
Looking up at the once great theatre he let out an exhausted sigh. There was no doubt that the man was difficult to find, nay, he was impossible to find. True, he had tracked him this far, to the burnt out shell of the Opera Populaire. But now that he was at the building there was nothing left. No clues to be found in the ashes of the building, the trail had run cold.
"Where are you, Erik?" he groaned, "how far have you travelled since this?"
Of course, the darkness didn't answer him, and for all the man knew there was nothing left of Erik save the ashes of the theatre. With a sigh he turned away from the theatre and started his trek back through the streets of Paris. There was no point in digging through the rubble now. After all, he knew that what he was searching for would be long gone.
He would find him though, he had promised himself that much. He would have to use all the investigative skills he had learned in his life. Still, he doubted they would be much help in the case of Erik. The man was, after all, a phantom.
A/N: Zomg! I am back! Miss me? Probably not. Anyways, I am now rewriting this story, as it seems rather foolish to rewrite the first part and then leave the sequel alone in it's miserable state of ickiness...read and review, please and thank you!