Hey everybody! This is my first Phantom fan fiction, so please R&R and let me know what you think :)
Chapter One
Paris 2013
The car rolled to a stop in front of the grand Opera Populaire. Christine starred in awe through her window at the magnificent building that was to be her new home.
Christine scooped up her long brown curls from her neck and put them up into a ponytail as she crawled out of the car.
"Welcome to our new home, Christine," her father said as he too climbed out of the car to join her.
"It's amazing, Dad. I only wish Mom could have been here to see it. She would have loved this."
Christine's mother had passed away two years earlier. Her death was what inspired her dad to purchase the Paris Opera House; it had been something the three of them had talked about doing for a while.
"Yeah, she would have loved it here. But who says she's not with us even now? She is probably smiling down at us," her father said as he wrapped his arm around his daughter's waist. "So, does this look anything like it says in your books?"
"Come on, Dad," Christine joked, "You know that it didn't describe the whole place, just a few places, inside, that I would really like to see. Can we please go inside now?"
"Alright, you win. You go ahead and run in, I'll be right behind you, I just need to grab a few things."
Christine took off like a rocket before her dad had even finished talking, eager to see the famous grand staircase that she had read so much about.
As she burst through the doors, Christine couldn't hold back a squeal of joy as she took in her surroundings.
The grand staircase was even more magnificently beautiful than she could have ever had imagined. Christine couldn't help but imagine hundreds of masqueraders dancing to lively music in their finery at the very spot she now stood.
"Dad! You have to come see this! It's simply incredible," Christine called out to her dad as she danced around. "My books didn't even do this place a shred of justice!"
Her father walked in and too was taken aback by the splendor of the grand staircase.
"Oh my! This is truly amazing. I thought I would be prepared for this after how much you talked about it, and yet, it turns out I was wrong. This is beautiful. No wonder you enjoy your books," her father said.
"Oh. Dad, can I please go exploring? Please! I want to see the stage, the chapel, the roof, and the mysterious Box 5! Oh, please, can I?" Christine pleaded.
"Whoa, hold your horses there, Chris. We still have lots of unpacking to do. When you finish with that, then you are welcome to go exploring to your heart's content. Just keep your phone on you and call if you get lost. Just promise me one thing, you will stay away from men wearing masks that sing and call themselves The Phantom of the Opera," her father laughed at his own joke.
"Dad, how unfair. You know that is exactly what I'm gonna be looking for. You take the fun out of everything. Still, you can laugh all you want, but I'm going to find the Phantom, you just watch," Christine countered.
"Sure you are, Chris. Alright, let's get this unpacking done so that you can go on your little ghost hunt."
The two walked away towards the living quarters of the opera house, completely unaware of the dark shadow watching them from above.
So, how am I doing so far? Please review! I love to hear from you guys! Don't worry, the chapters will get longer, I swear.