Chapter One: Flash Flood

In mere moments, Erik grasped Christine by the waist and pulled her under his protective dark cloak. There, pressed against his chest he moved into the shadows of the wings, Christine blinked at the sudden darkness, grasped Erik's firm arm around her waist with her hands, then struggled to see what was happening through the thick folds of his cloak.

"Come out ghost!" A slurred voice called out. "I know you're there, and that pretty ballet rat too."

This is a ROUGH DRAFT of my fanfiction of Phantom of the Opera. Parts will be added and taken away and chnged without warning.
Do not expect a perfect story. I am very much still experimenting. Thank you!