I DON'T OWN ERIK *CRYS* BUT I OWN THE DUST FAMILY, & RAOUL'S COUSIN! Also I don't own the Phantom of the Opera music. I have edit this so it makes sense now!
Chapter Title: The Opera house it back!
Rating:T-M
Parings: ErikXOC, and others.
ON WITH THE STORY!
The Phantom's Jade: Year of 1882, two years after the Opera house was burn.
Twenty- five year old Jade Dust stood in front of what was left of the Famous Opera populaire. "The Phantom of the Opera is still here. I know it."She thought to herself as looked at the opera house. It was going to take a lot of work (and money) to get it back to its former glory and put it back into the newspaper. Strolling up to the building, and opening the door (more like busting the door down.) She walked to the Prima Donnas' room and opens the door to it. She knew all the secrets of the Opera's underground and the way to the Phantom of the Opera's lair. "Phantom…. No, his name is Erik." She said as she open the secret door and walked though the halls of the Dungeons of the Phantom. She slowly starts to sing "The Phantom of The Opera"
(Jade's part)
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
And do I dream again for now I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside my mind
The phantom was sitting at his Organ, playing heart-broken music with one hand. A voice rang in his ears, a sweet voice, sweeter than Christine Daae. He wonders to the halls of his dungeon, his prison. He sang back to the voice hopping that he would get a reply.
PHANTOM
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me to glance behind
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside your mind!
Jade heard the voice of the Phantom. She smiled and sang back to him.
(Jade)
Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear
He smiled at the reply and continued to sing with her.
PHANTOM
It's me they hear...
BOTH
Your voice /My spirit and my spirit /your voice in one combined
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside my/your mind
BACKGROUND
He's there, the phantom of the opera!
Jade
He's there, the phantom of the opera
PHANTOM
In all your fantasies, you always knew
that man and mystery . . .
Jade felt closer to the voice. She could feel him. Erik could feel her closer and could hear her voice clear as day.
Jade
. . . were both in you . . .
BOTH
And in this labyrinth,
where night is blind,
the Phantom of the Opera
is there/here inside your/my mind . . .
PHANTOM
Sing, my Angel of Music!
The phantom found her with her eyes staring right him. Her ink black hair was in a ponytail and her jade green eyes were filled with excitement and curiosity. She smiled and singed again as he walked towards her without thinking.
Jade
He's there,
the Phantom of the Opera . . .
Ahhhhhhhhhhh… (She continued this)
PHANTOM
Sing, Sing
Sing for me
Sing, my Angel of music
Sing for me!
Jade took deep breath after her high notes. Leaning against the wall and stared at the phantom. His hair was black as night and fell down to his shoulders, His body was a pale-tan, lean, firm muscle, and his eyes were blue-gray that looked like he was looking into your soul. She smiled at him and stood up straight with her head held high so she could look at him. She was at least a foot shorter than him.
"Bonjour, Monsieur Phantom." She said to him.
"How did you find me, Madam?" He asked with angry (He wasn't angry that she sang with him. He was upset that he was found by a woman)
"Tsk, Tsk, Monsieur Phantom. Be polite there's a woman in front of you. Maybe, I should introduce myself. My name is Jade Dust, and I'm here to put the Opera house back on the map. But I need your help in business and some of the art part of the opera… Oh, and I know these ways since I was a child. I grow up in this opera house." She said to him. (A/N: When she says this, she means that she was born and raised in the opera house. So, she remembers the events of the Phantom of the Opera and even the opera house burning to the ground in which her mother died in it, leaving her father with her brother, herself, her eleven year old sister. Christine and her are about the same age or Jade is a little older than Christine.)
"You said your name is Jade Dust?" She nodded her head. "So, that's means you're related to the great Opera singer, Jacob Dust, am right?" He asked with angry and waited a reaction. Jade shock her head yes as tears filled her eyes and looked down at the floor. Erik's eyes soften as the young woman cried, how could he forget that the man had died of an illness and leaving everything to his eldest son and daughter. (A/N: To add some more to this. Jade and her father, Jacob, were very close to each other before he died. The reason why she started to cry about it.)
"Forgive me for my temper, Miss. Jade. I haven't been in human contact for two long years." He said as he helps stead the girl. Jade's legs gave out and almost fell if Erik hadn't caught her. Carrying her bridal style, Erik took her back to his liar. Jade passed out as he took her to his lair. Jade's head rested on his shoulder and her arms somehow find their way to his neck. Erik was stiff from the contact of another human and tried to focus on not dropping her on the ground. Lucky, he didn't drop her and broke her neck into two. Taking her to Christine's old room and laying her on the swan shape bed. He pulled the covers up to her chin and pulled the rope that brings down a black shade to cover the bed. Looking at her and mentally cursing himself, he left the room and went to pour himself a glass of red wine. Rubbing his temples and slumping in his "Throne". Erik thinks of his past and slowly falls asleep with the golden goblet falling out of his hand. It hit the ground with a loud thump on the blood red carpet. But, it wasn't loud enough for the two sleeping people to wake up.
A couple hours later: Jade rolled over to her side and slowly opens her eyes. The room was dim-lighted with candles that filled the room with the smell of roses. Sitting up in the bed and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Jade looked around the room and notices that it's wasn't her room. Before she could panic, she hears the soft sound of an organ playing in the front. She pulls the rope and the shade slowly moves back to where it belongs. Jade slowly climbs out the bed and walks to the "living room". Walking down the small set of stairs, Jade finds Erik (Who's sitting and playing, Well, duh he's the only other person in the lair.) Erik looks over his shoulder and looks at her.
"I see that you are awake, Miss. Jade." He said as he taps one of his fingers against a key of the organ.
"Yes, sorry that I…. was a burden to you, Mr. Phantom." She said to him and looked at the ground.
"No, No, it's my fault. Please, sit down and have a drink." He said as he got up and got the wine and goblet. Jade sat down on the blood red loveseat, pulled her cloak off, and letting her hair down. Erik came back with two goblets and the wine. Pouring her a glass and one for himself, he sat down in his "Throne". Slowly, but surely, they started to talk about the opera house. It ended with Erik agreeing with Jade. So, it's the start of a beautiful romance for the Phantom of the Opera.
A couple months later: The opera house was back to its formal glory. The newspapers were filled about Erik and Jade and that protected Erik from the police. Christian de Chagny's eyes widen as she read the newspaper. Calling to her husband, Raoul de Chagny and telling him. They both panicked about the phantom being alive and is now, one of the owners for the opera house. They both decided to go the masked ball with Raul's 13 year old cousin, Damon. Christine wasn't scared; she is going to The Phantom again.
End of chapter one! R&R!
