ERIK'S POV

I had died. Plain and simple. 

I had hoped to cease existing but, fate had another plan. Of course I couldn't stop existing, where would the fun in that be? How would you torture Erik, then?

I was transported to a white room. There was a desk and a woman behind that desk. 

"Hello and welcome to the Afterlife." She told me, smiling a little.  How did this happen?

Oh, right, Christine had left me.

But, really, she hadn't. I had set her free. To be with Raoul de Chagny. 

"You must be the Phantom of the Opera, welcome to your new home." She tried again. How could this be my new home? WHY DID THIS HAPPEN?????!!!!!

"Yes, um...Thanks." I mumbled, finding it hard to form sentences. Probably a side effect of not being with Christine. 

"Do you need help finding where you will be living?" She asked. "I guess." I replied. 

She got up out of her chair and led me down a white hallway and to a white door.

 I was starting to resent white.

She took out a key and opened the door, then she handed me the key. 

"Take care now." She said and left. She left me alone, just like Christine had...

I managed to get inside my new "Home" before I broke down. I collapsed and began to sob. Once I started, I found that I couldn't stop. "Christine...Christine..." I sobbed, hugging my knees. 

"Christine." My voice was thick from crying, and I was sure my eyes were very red. 

A knock at the door made me jump. "Sir, I was told to come and tell you that it is the dinner hour." A voice said. "Th-thank y-you." I choked and tried to stand. My knees collapsed and I fell to the floor. I tried several times then finally succeeded. My knees were still weak, though. I opened the door and there was no one there. How would I find anything? 

As If I had called or something, the desk woman was suddenly there and was showing me to the dining hall or whatever they called it. I went inside, got a little something to eat and sat down at a table with no one there. 

"May I sit here?" A sort-of gruff voice asked. I looked up to see a very tall creature-not that I am trying to be judgmental. He had a lion's mane and horns like a goat's with fangs protruding from his lower lip. What held my attention, though, were his eyes. They were a lovely blue; not that different in shade from Christine's...

"May I sit with you?" He asked again. "No one else is. Please, sit." I motioned for him to sit down, which he did.

 A/N :Hi, So I was wondering....Do you guys have any suggestion for what the Beast's name should be? I was thinking Adrian...But I want to know what you think, okay?

Thanks. And let me know if you like the story so far...Sorry that chapter was short!

-Phantomofgryffindor-