Ok so this is  5 years later and there will be changing P.O.V’s a lot in the beginning and I will be time jumping because I’m a time traveler =-P!!!

Opera Popular 1895

Maria’s P.O.V.

“Papa!”  I screamed, my nightmares had come back. The evil man with cold brown eyes looking down at me with pure hatred, taunting and hurting me every night.  “Papa!”

“Maria?” My Papa said “What’s wrong douce fleur?”

“My nightmares! They came!” I cried

“No, no my child, please do not cry,” He said soothingly, I heard a loud noise coming from above

“I will be back in a moment douce fleur” He said as he ran back upstairs

Erik’s P.O.V.

“Papa!” Maria screamed out, “Papa!”

I ran down to her room

“Maria?” I asked “What’s wrong douce fleur?”

“My nightmares! They came!” She cried

“No, no my child, please do not cry,” I said soothingly. There was a knock on the door, who would be knocking on a burnt down opera house door?

“I will be back in a moment douce fleur” I said as I ran back up the stairs to the door, I arrived in moments. When I opened the door I saw her. Christine.

“Erik?” She asked timidly

“Yes Viscountess, it is I.” I replied smoothly

“Can I come in? It is freezing out here.” She asked, shaking. I let her in.

“Tomorrow is her birthday.” She told me sadly. Our daughter’s birthday. I longed to tell her Maria was alive and well, and having nightmares about the fool she married.

“Her?” I asked trying to cover what I knew “Who is this ‘her’?”

“My, well, our daughter!” She sobbed and flew into my chest. I cherished the feeling of sparks between us. She looked up at me, removed my mask, I grabbed her wrist to stop her and then she kissed me with such intensity, I didn’t know what to think.

“I am so sorry Erik!” She said quickly. I silenced her with a passionate kiss of my own.

The Opera Popular 1901

Maria’s P.O.V.

“America?!” I screeched “No!”

“Child. We are leaving Paris! That is the end of this conversation” My father told my calmly

“Why? We have every single thing we want here in Paris Papa!” I asked

“I have an idea for a new attraction in America.” He continued

“But wh-“I was cut off

“There is an Opera house in Manhattan.” He said. I sighed I was too much like him. I looked at him, he was, as you can say (from a daughters point of view) extremely handsome. His black hair, pale skin, and shocking steal grey eyes. I believed he was most handsome without his mask, like today, when he showed you his true side, he only ever wore the mask around Madame Giry, and her daughter Meg (of whom I despise).

“What are you staring at douce fleur?” He asked in a playful voice. I giggled at my nickname

“Just how handsome my father is!” I replied, his eyes tightened, as if he was trying not to grin.

“Me? No it is you who has the beauty of a thousand suns!” He said as he picked me up and twirled me in a circle. I looked at myself in our small mirror, I scoffed inside my head, I am not beautiful, and I have long auburn hair that was always in a sloppy braid, fair skin, a medium sized nose, and full lips. There are only a few things that I truly love about myself is that I have my father’s steal grey eyes, and  my right arm, it was scarred like my father’s face and I adored it.

“Maria? Why are you staring at your arm?” He asked quickly

“Just looking Papa!” I told him quickly, he pulled down my sleeve that covers my arm and put on his mask.

“Erik? Maria? It is time to leave.” Madame Giry said with a clipped tone

“Coming” Papa told her, then he whispered to me “Time to go to our new home douce fleur.” I smiled and nodded, scarred and excited to see America.

(A/N Hey! Thanks for reading this! The next chapter will be 4 years later, mostly from Maria’s P.O.V.  I hope you enjoyed!)