AN: Hey guys, so I am reading through this and it literally is so bad. I am going to rewrite some of it because I can't let this sit here and be awful. After I edit the current chapters I am going to work on an outline for this and try to continue writing but do not keep your hopes up because college sucks. Unfortunately, I wrote this story in first person and while I hater first person fics, it's going to be a huge pain to go through and change all of that. So it's staying first person, sorry.
Name: Caitlyn De Chagny
Age: 18
Relative: Raoul De Chagny (Brother)
Vocal Part: Alto
Looks: brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin, petite (around 5'2)
I sat in the audience at my first opera ever. It was Don Juan Triumphant. My brother told me that I couldn't stay home alone because he was worried about my safety. It didn't make sense to me, especially because it seemed like the danger was here, but I didn't ask any questions. Raoul was sitting backstage waiting for his fiance. I was the only one who knew of their engagement. Christine was sitting on stage, plucking the petals off of a rose. A voice rang out. A voice that sounded nothing like Piangi.
I could tell that Christine heard it, too. Her eyes widened. The song was entrancing. You couldn't help but listen to this mysterious man. He wore a black suit with a white cuff dangling from the front. His black mask guarded what was sure to be a lustful look in his eyes. Christine sang with him and they ventured up the stairs. I glanced over at my brother; there were tears in his eyes and his body was shaking.
He had told me about a man that was trying to take Christine from him. I knew from the look on Raoul's face that this was the man of which he had been addressing. "The bridge has crossed so stand and watch it burn, beyond the point of no return." They were embracing each other. It was so passionate; I wasn't entirely sure if they were acting anymore.
The man began to sing softly; those of us in the audience could barely hear. "Anywhere you go, let me go, too. Christine, that's all I ask of" Christine had been stroking the man's face, and she tore off the mask to reveal the deformed flesh underneath. Everyone began to scream. I didn't understand; it was only a face.
The man grabbed Christine and sliced the rope, forcing him and the girl to fall into the pits below the stage. Raoul started to scream for help. Madame Giry dragged him to the side.
"Come with me, monsieur, I will take you to him. But remember keep your hand at the level of your eyes!" Madame Giry yelled.
"I'm coming with you!" Meg and I yelled at the same time.
"Meg, you must stay here!" Madame Giry told her.
"Caitlyn, I can't let you get hurt!" Raoul yelled.
"You are my brother. I am coming with you. We stick together." I grabbed his hand. "Through better and through worse." He nodded his head and we ran down the stairs into the Phantom's lair.