Authors note: I hope you guys like this it is my first attempt at a Phantom of the Opera story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pantom of the Opera.
Shout-Out: A big thank you to EARTHSONG1 for becoming a beta and helping me with all my editing. So a big shout- out to them.
Paris was a beautiful city an Angel was honored to be there. She walked down the path leading down by the ruins of the old Opera Populaire. Oh how she wished she could have lived through that time to see a play there... To see him. Something many people didn't know about Angel was that she was obsessed with The Phantom of the Opera. She absolutely loved it. The man in the mask was the one man she has idolized for him with longing ever since her accident when she was little that left a scar from below her ear and down her neck. She knew exactly how he felt. She felt honored to just walk past such a place of grandeur…she hitched up her bag and headed for her and Ryan's apartment thinking back to the last two months...
It had been two years since her mother had past she had no more family and her mother knew her one dream was to study the arts in Paris so she left everything to her. Angel had talked to her instructor of the theater and had taken her whole troop to study theater abroad.
She loved the arts she has spent her whole life studying it. She could sing, dance, act, compose and write music and play instruments. She was actually trying to convince her instructor to put on a play of Phantom of the Opera but with no such luck, but with perseverance she wasn't planning on giving up.
As she walked into her apartment building she pulled out her keys as she was walking up the stairs to her door stopping for a moment. Putting her ear to the door she heard someone inside and with a huff she stormed in and saw...
"RYAN!" He sat up and Angel observed he was shirtless pants unzipped as well as the woman nothing but her bra and underwear on.
"Angel! What are you doing home so early?!"
"What the hell are you doing?"
"This isn't what is looks like."
"Really? It looks bad to me."
The woman sat up an Angel recognized Christa a woman who was supposed to be her friend an apart of their troop.
"Christa how could you? You knew I loved Ryan!"
She laughed. "Like he could love someone like you. You are hideous worse than the phantom you love so much. All freaks should be erased from this earth."
Angel was furious she walked over and picked up Crista by the throat pinning her to the wall. Angel was taller and stronger then she was so she could do anything. "The only freak here is you Christa or didn't you know whores are the real freaks of the world." She looked at Ryan. "As well as dirt bags." When Crista kicked her she slammed her against the walk just hard enough to have her slump to the floor unconscious.
"Bitch!" Ryan spun her around at the same time punching her across the face.
Angel growled kicking out at the same time she kicked his knee in and then in his stomach making him double over. Lifting her knee she hit his chin making him drop to the floor out cold.
Running to their room she grabbed her guitar case an guitar her large backpack full of her theater books and her music and her notebooks. Then grabbing her large army duffle she put all her clothes in it. Looking up she saw all of Ryan and Christa jewelry with a malice smile she grabbed them all. Running out she ran to the bank she had transfer her valuable in. Going in she smiled to the lady.
"Bonjour Madame. Je voudrais entrer dans mon fort de l'épargne vous s'il vous plaît. Je voudrais faire une rétractation pleine." (Hello there ma'am. I would like to get into my savings box please. I would like to make a full withdrawal.)
They lead her to her box and she emptied all the jewels she had brought leaving the bank she ran to the one place she knew she would be safe from Ryan...the Populaire. She ran inside to the theater and stood there looking around wondering if there was a way she could find the Phantoms old lair. Going to the stage she stood under the bridge in which Point of no Return was performed.
"The Phantom of the Opera lies there inside your mind."
Angel spun around to locate the voice but saw nothing. "Hello."
"Come to me Angel of Music."
She stepped back as the voice flowed through her and into her soul making her want to close her eyes and let the music overcome her.
"Let your mind start to a journey to a strange new world
Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to be."
Angel gasped as the voice flooded over her as her world started to spin she took a step back and felt the floor come out from under her feet. With a sudden scream she fell into the darkness below the stage. As she fell she swore she saw a white masked face reach out as if to help her. Then everything went black.
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