This is a Phantom of the Opera fic. All credits go the original owerns of the Phantom. Gaston Leroux, Susan Kay, Andrew Lloyd Weber and whoever else had a hand in creating the Phantom. I have yet to read the books so much is based on what I have read in fics about his personality and what I have seen from the ALW movie. Though my Erik looks like ALW (Gerald Butler) only because I personally can't see someone with skin so thin you can see his veins and skull through it and not having a nose as a being who would have lived long during that time. That is just me, be mad if you wish. Rain is my own character, she sort of appeared and won't go away until I type things out. Though I have seen her in many different landscapes so who knows what other fics she may appear in.

Reviews and likes are enjoyable. If you wish to "flame" go ahead, but if you flame me because you are downright mean, I won't believe what you said. This is a work of fiction and as a writer I have taken creative license in this story. I have read so many different fics I can't keep them straight. If anything sounds like I took from you I am sorry. Let me know and if I am able I will correct it. French words are at the bottom of the page.

As far as Christine being with Erik? I personally do not like them together. But that is just because Christine is too much of a child who must be protected and Erik needs someone who is able to stand up to him at the same time as letting him be dominate. Christine and Raoul? Don't really like Raoul but I think he is used to having whatever he wants and it doesn't matter who is hurt in the process.

Read if you wish, leave a review/flame. Ignore this story if you find something better. THIS IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT ONLY! I am writing this for a Roleplay to help explain Rain's background a bit more. She is an Original Character the I RP and get's reincarnated if she dies totally. This is one of her past lives. Let the Show begin!

Chapter 1~

Charles Garnier was a man who liked the fine things in life. So when he decided to have something built he went all out. His building was completed in 1875 and became the home of great works of art in the form of Opera. The building was named Palais Garnier after the one who built it. After the building was finished, went on to create more buildings and the Opera House continued with productions.

Five years later, The Opera Populaire began to decline. A man by the name of Henry de Barbarac bought the House and slowly the stage productions began to thrive. Henry spent so much time at the Opera House that he converted one area into his own private living quarters. Two years later, a young lady by the name of Danielle Messina became the House's Prima Donna. Henry fell in love with her voice and her kind nature. A year later they were married and Danielle left the stage to become a mother and wife. Because Henry lived at the House, Danielle was still able to help run things.

In 1883, Danielle gave birth to a small baby girl who was given the name Annabelle Rain de Barbarac. The birth left Danielle rather ill, so much of the infants care was given to a nanny and Henry. Rain was the delight of her Papa and many believed was what kept Danielle alive for another few years.

188?

"Papa. Papa." A child ran across the near empty stage, light brown curls bouncing against her back. Reaching the male who had just came on stage she jumped at him with a small smile. The male adjusted her slight weight to his hip and smiled as a woman appeared from behind the red velvet curtain.

"I am so sorry Monsieur de Barbarac. Mlle Rain heard you had returned and ran from me."

Shaking his head he laughed softly. "Do not worry yourself so Juliette. You have your own little girl to chase after."

"Yes, I do have Meg but I was Danielle's friend. I am glad I am able to help with her daughter. And Mlle Rain seems to like playing with her." Said Juliette softly, twisting the ring on her finger.

"Papa?" came a soft whisper.

Henry looked at the girl in his arms, "Yes mon chaton?'

"Maman.. she isn't coming home is she?"

Henry closed his eyes. Rain knew her mother wasn't like other mothers. Danielle had been sick ever since Rain was born. Her body finally stopped working and her spirit gave up knowing Rain was well cared for. Hugging the small body to him he held back a sob. "No, mon chaton. Maman is in a happier place now. She has gone to be with the Angels." Hugging her tightly once more he sat the girl on the ground. "Go with Madame Giry, mon chaton. Change your clothes and we can have dinner." He kissed her curls and placed her hand in Juliette's.

Juliette Giry was the assistant ballet mistress. She had been a chorus girl and had done ballet when she was younger. She had married not long before Danielle had and her own husband had been killed when he was thrown off his horse while out riding. With nowhere to go and heavy with her own child, Juliette returned to the Opera House. Henry and Danielle both agreed that Juliette was welcome and let her help out the current Ballet Madame, though much of Juliette's time was tending to her own daughter, Meg and Rain. Many times Juliette found herself in charge of the younger ballet girls because Madame Dopplemyer made them cry. She had no complaints, she had food to eat, a roof over her head and enjoyed the ballet.

Juliette watched Henry leave the stage, giving the small hand a squeeze she looked down at the girl. "Come. Let us get you changed and then you can have supper with your Papa." Turning, Juliette began the walk to the dressing rooms.

"Madam?" Came the small voice next to her.

Looking down she smiled at Rain, "Yes, Mll Rain?" she asked stopping to kneel at the child's level.

"He is here again." She smiled, letting go of Juliette's hand she ran into the shadows with a happy laugh.

"Rain!" hissed Juliette moving quickly after the girl. She stopped dead in her tracks seeing the dark figure in the shadows. "What are you doing up here?!" she hissed. Worry evident in her voice seeing Rain hugging the figure's leg.

The figure gave Juliette a droll look before slowly lowering his gloved hand to rest on the caramel colored curls next to him. "No one knows I am here Madame. Calm yourself. I mean no harm…. Yet." He almost growled out. "Besides, mon petit ange enjoys my company." He whispered, looking down at the child clinging to his leg with a half-smile.

"She's a child, of course she likes you. But no one knows you live here. What if you are caught?" Juliette moved to take Rain but the figure moved faster. Slipping the girl behind him to keep her out of reach.

The figure shook his head, the black hood hiding his face. "I've lived here for the past couple years Madame. I am good at what I do. Beisdes, mon ange's own maman knew I was here. It is how the child knows me."

Juliette covered her mouth with her hands in shock. "You loved Danielle?"

The figure snorted, "No more than I do you Madame. If memories serves correctly, it took both of you to free me of one prison and find me a new one. Though this prison is not so bad. I am able to come and go as I please and I answer to no one." Moving to the side, he gently picked up the child, hugging her tightly before handing her back to Juliette. "I have things to see too. With the owner is such despair, it leaves me to make sure things are done properly. Good Evening Ladies."

Rain made grabby hands at the figure as he bowed at them and disappeared into the shadows of the Opera House. Juliette looked into Rain's blue-violet eyes, "Do you know who he is?"

Rain nodded her head, a small smile on her face as she caught glimpses of the shadows moving. "Le Fantôme."

Juliette shook her head, "It is a good name for him mon petit. Let us hurry, your Papa will be waiting." Putting Rain back on her feet the two hurried to get Rain changed and back to her rooms for dinner. Because of a small child's imagination, The Phantom of the Opera was born.

Author Notes: Translations –

mon chaton = my kitten

Mll = Miss

Mon petit ange = my little angle

Mon ange = my angle

Le Fantôme = The Phantom

Mon petit = my little one