Author's Notes: OMFGGGGG. A FanFiction! What a rare sight to behold! This time, it's based off of the best movie/opera/book ever, The Phantom of the Opera! (Le Fantôme de l'Opéra) Hee-hee, I've been wanting to publish this in forever! Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own Erik. –Gets hit in the head with a boot.- Nevermind. I do own the Phantom of the Opera! –Is shot.-

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"I'm looking for something dark, mysterious, something having an unknown past…"

Rhayne grinned at the saleskeeper after she had said such, and then looked around the junk shop, the grin still plastered on her face.

"You don't happen to have any of those, do you?" The girl asked, looking at the saleskeeper with her endless pools of violet.

The saleskeeper blinked, then looked around the shelves, picking up a music box with a monkey on it. "I suppose this should do, am I correct?" She asked, and Rhayne picked it up, looking at it with her wide, violet orbs. "It's pretty! Where'd you get it?" The teenager asked, looking at the older woman with a smile.

"France. I was touring when I found this by a grave of the Countess de Chagny. I'm not sure who she was, though."

Rhayne giggled, then looked at it again. "It's nice! Can I buy it? How much are you offering it for?" The younger of the two asked, her eyes closed to form two small arches on her slightly pale face.

"5 dollars."

"That's it?" The girl inquired, her left eyebrow raised. "Yes, I've been meaning to get it away from me. There have been strange occurances ever since I got it," The old lady remarked, shaking her head from side-to-side. Rhayne blinked. "You mean, like a ghost?" She asked, blinking once more.

The old lady nodded, stifling a laugh. "I believe in those things, however I suppose someone like you wouldn't mind it at all. In fact, the strange occurances were related to music. I'd suddenly hear an organ playing, or this amazing tenor voice… I remember almost being hyptonized."

Rhayne laughed as well, before taking out the amount of money necessary to purchase the item. "I suppose this'll do? I'll give you five dollars more than required. I think it's worth much more than a mere five dollars, ma'am!"

The saleskeeper smiled softly, then took the money with her shaking hands. "Bless your heart, girl."

After doing so, the teenager skipped out of the junk shop, the music box in her arms, as she hummed a soft tune.

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"I'm so tired!"

Rhayne plopped onto her bed, her hair sprawled in all directions as she did so, the music box placed firmly on her bedside table. She then rolled over, lying down on a pillow and sighing.

"Gosh… I wonder how I play this thing," She started, picking up the music-creating device, and looking at the top, bottom and sides. Finding the indicated spot, she then turned, and placed the music box back on its place, getting lost in the sheer pleasure of the music.

And soon, she fell asleep, the tune still ringing in her ears, and the cymbals of the animal still tapping against each other in a simple harmony---

Rhayne blinked, finding herself in a certainly dreary place.

"Cool…!" The girl exclaimed, wading in the pool of hot water. It was unbearably amazing, this feeling. The hot water calmed her nerves, and she could feel herself floating in it, sleeping. Rhayne then set her feet on solid ground, looking around and taking in the unusual surroundings. She realized there was a desk and walked up to it, seeing numerous masks lined up and sketches scattered across the surface. She picked up one of the sketches, looking at it intently.

A girl with curly brown locks adorned the piece of paper, a white dress covering her body. She seemed to be smiling, pencil lines spread across the sheet as though it was drawn in a sort of rushed manner. It was beautiful, and Rhayne couldn't disagree with that fact.

"What are you doing?"

The girl let out a squeak, before placing the piece of paper back where she got it, standing stiffly in her place.

Hearing footsteps approach her, she closed her eyes tightly, fists clenched and head directed downward.

A hot breath fell against the back of her neck, and Rhayne could feel an equally hot blush spread across her pale cheeks.

She gulped, before turning around, and facing a masked boy.

"Gaah!" She exclaimed, before falling on her bum, and looking up at the figure, who, in turn, quirked an eyebrow.

"Quite jumpy, now, are we?" He stated, a devilish grin on his slightly tanned face. Rhayne stood up, directing her pointer finger at the boy.

"Who are you?" She asked, violet hues holding a tad bit of suspicion, as she did not recognize the boy, neither the strange accent he possessed.

"I am me, and me alone," The male of the two responded, the grin still on his slightly tanned face.

That was one of the stupidest things Rhayne had ever heard, but, nonetheless, she accepted such an answer.

"Okay, so, you are you… Nice name you have there, 'You'," The girl said, looking at the boy with a childish grin.

This caught the taller one off-guard, and he coughed a tad bit.

This girl, he could've sworn, could never compare to Christine! True, she may have beauty, as the singer had, but, Christine was never this, this---

How could he put it?

Incompetent? Annoying? Sure, he didn't quite mean the fact that he was 'Him', or 'You' or 'Me', for any matter, but he would've thought that the girl would understand his answer.

This, he swore, was annoying

"Alrighty, so why do you live here, 'You'?" Rhayne asked, knocking the Phantom out of his trance.

"It is none of your concern," He replied bitterly, looking at her with an annoyed glint in his azure hues. Rhayne laughed, "I see. Now, you must be anti-social, or something, right?" She asked, with yet another grin on her face.

Platinum blond locks rustled in the soft wind, as the boy remained silent.

"Shut up. My life is none of your business."

Rhayne feigned a hurt look, a gasp escaping her lips. "Now, now, boy! Don't be so stubborn!" She stated, as though she were older than said male.

"Hah, please. Stubborn? I'd like to say the same thing to you, my dear," The male responded, a playful smirk gracing his lips.

"Why you little---!"

"Rascal!"

Rhayne blinked, as she shot out of bed, her fist suddenly raised to eye level, and her eyes holding a sort of anger, and annoyance.

"That was the strangest dream…" She whispered, looking at the music box with a relieved smile.

"Dream? Whatever are you talking about?"

And with that said, the girl had screamed and passed out.

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Author's Notes: Mmkay, so, like, I finished it. ;D Chapter one. I'm not sure when I'll submit the other chapters though, so, forgive me? I'm still focusing on "A Summer Getaway." XDDD;;