Greetings all fellow readers! If you know me by previous story (Letting Go but Holding on) Hello again. If you have not read that story…Hello anyways. As of now I do not have any strong plot line, I have the main concept down so I can not say much about pairings and other things like that. For this story I need a beta reader! I am horrible with my grammar and spelling and need a bit of help. So if you can help e-mail me please.

Summary: What if this world was not our last? What if we awoke in a different place a different time? You would be yourself but slightly different. Our beloved Opera Ghost finds out that after this life it's not strait to Heaven…..if there even is a heaven. Familiar faces begin to drop into this strange world; Armand Moncharmin, Firmen Richard, La Carlotta, Madam Giry, Raoul De Changy, and of course Christine Daae or now Christine De Changy.

Leroux based with a bit of Kay's book. I doubt that I will do anything from the movie but a few things might slip in. If I get out of character I want someone to slap me and tell me what I am doing wrong. This is PG but some scenes might become PG-13 because of violence. For those who wish to know, I do not cuss in any of my stories and I have no under age appropriate scenes (you know what I mean)

Disclaimer: It seems like everyone has to go over this, No I do not own any great and unforgettable Phantom of the Opera characters or places or anything like that. It all belongs to Gaston Leroux, Andrew Lloyd Webber, Susan Kay and I don't really know who else.

The sad thing is…is that really I do not own anything in this story other than Erik's personality. I belong to a role-playing web site called Defiance. I want to give credit to the wonder website that this story is fully based off of. The characters within the story are made up by someone else…not me. I have gotten permission from everyone in this story to use their character, and from the sites creator to use the sites ideas. If you would like to check it out it is set as my homepage

first few lines are from the wonderful and Original book by Gaston Leroux, I thought it might fit in a bit for what I am writing. The first part follows along the line of the book -how could I change it around-


-Prologue-

"Then she kissed me for the first time, here, on the forehead -don't look, daroga- on my forehead. And they left together….. Christine wasn't crying anymore, only I was crying….Ah daroga, daroga if she keeps her promise, she'll come back soon!" spoke a man choked with great emotion. He was slumped over in a armchair inside of a small apartment. He was in evening dress but the clothing looked too large for the man's skinny frame. In his hands was a mask.

Across the room there was another man dressed in Persian clothing and an Astrakhan hat, had his back to the man who rested in his armchair. He ran a hand through his hair and listened the man who had just tried to kill him…maybe three nights ago? It was hard to tell he was still trying to gather his thoughts.

Behind him he heard the groan of the man, the monster he knew. Daring to finally turn around he found, to his luck, that once again the cloaked man had returned the mask to his face. The mask covered most of the mans face, only his mouth and eyes showed through. That's at least what should have been seen but his mouth was lipless and the small area of skin that you saw had a deathly pallor to it and for the eyes all you saw was black holes.
It was something different for the Persian to see this man, who had caused many to tremble and/or fall because of him. He had literally ruled over the Paris Opera house! Now this man that was before him was a broken spirit 'I'm dieing of love' as he put it. The Persian did not think he was lying. The man, Erik as he knew him, had never stumbled never slouched before now. Now he looked like he was, a man on deaths row.

After that Erik said little as he departed. He thanked the Persian for his kindness towards himself and gave him a few instructions for what was to happen after he had died. A notice in the newspaper L'Epoque was all that he asked for. The Persian agreed to do what was asked of him.

The Persian helped Erik to the door and he called his servant, Darius, to help him the rest of the way to the cab that stood silently waiting. Erik put a arm on Darius's shoulder as he walked to the cab. It was something to see a man towering over his supporter, it didn't matter what he was doing Erik always had a large presence.
Slowly Erik climbed into the cab and sat down inside. Darius walked back up the porch and stopped besides his master. The cab driver came down to the close the door, he placed his hand on the door and hesitated. Inside Erik's raspy voice spoke out "To….the Opera" The cab driver nodded and close the door lightly.

Only the Persian was standing on the porch now, Darius had gone back inside to make some tea. He watched as the cob driver flicked the reins and the horse pulled foreword. The carriage creaked as the rested parts where again put into use. He only turned to go back inside when the carriage went around the corner and the clopping of the horses hooves began to die away.

No one was out so the ride was fairly quick to the Paris Opera house. Inside Erik stared strait foreword into nothingness. He didn't glance out to watch Paris…..for the last time. Everyone else was either busy or could really careless what was in the lonely carriage as it passed by, An average passenger right?

The cab driver pulled back on the reins to bring the horse and carriage to a stop in front of the towering Opera House. He slowly climbed down and walked around the horse giving it a few fond pats. He spoke gruffly to the horse who was his only companion on these nights "Last one for tonight girl, how about a nice warm mash when we get back"
The cab driver slowly made his way to the door and standing to the side he opened it up for his customer to exit the carriage. When the carriage did not move or no person came to exit he looked inside perplexed. In side all he found nothing, the seats were empty.
Confused he put his head inside and again looked around, but all he found was a fair amount of change in the corner of the carriage. Still confused he collected the money and went home.

From the alley way the carriage driver missed two glowing eyes that watched him pass. Slowly Erik turned away and walked down the alley, his hand against the wall of the Opera House. Soon he came to a dead end a large concrete wall blocked his path. With an open palm he carefully felt the wall of the Opera House until he reached a brick that stuck out some.

Most would have passed it because quiet a few bricks stick out in different places. Erik pressed the brick with an open palm, it slid backwards easily. Dragging himself backward he waits but it did not take long. A Section of the wall -A tall narrow section- moved into the building. It moved back until a passage was reviled. Erik turned and glanced at the area around himself before moving in. He thought it would be the last time he would see the light of day, not that he really cared he had been given all the happiness he would ever need and death seemed ever so welcoming.

-Really short but it is only a prologue. Ok like it? Hate it? Please let me know, Opinions on the plot…..just give me something!-