Authors Note: Hi. First of all, this is my first fic. Please let me know
how I've done. And also let me know if I should continue or not. Thank you.
I've taken my version of the story from many of the Phantom of the Opera stories I know. Susan Kay's, Gaston Leroux's, Andrew Lloyd-Webber, Yeston and Kopit's, the Silent Film and the TV Miniseries. I haven't taken anything from some of those, but inspiration for Erik.
I don't have a title yet, so if you have any ideas, I would be very much obliged for them. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera. Honestly, I don't know who does at present time. I'd like to think Gaston Leroux still owns it. The song Let Me In is from the movie Rigoletto, by the Family Films Foundation.
Things in // are italics. I mostly use italics for thoughts. Anything in-between }{ is sung.
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Chapter One, A Moonlit Stroll
Emily Claira Lamb walked down the still-moist pathway, watching the stars. It was one of the most beautiful autumn nights she had seen in all of her sixteen years of life. It was a beautiful night as it had been a beautiful day. Emily started humming her favorite song as she re-checked her basket. Had she gotten everything?
Four apples, a loaf of bread, an apple pie and a new book. Yes, she had gotten everything. Her white horse, Ivory, neighed to let Emily know that she was getting tired.
"We're almost home, Ivory." Emily told her as she looked around. No one was around, as far as she could see, so she began singing.
"}I love the part in fairy tales that's very near the end. When all the Kingdom cheers for their new Queen. And all is good, and all is well, and everyone belongs. And happily they're ever-aftering. But when I enter the Kingdom of Dreams and face the promise of all I can be, will they see me as a heroine? Tell me, will they let me in?
And if a hearts breaking and part of me's aching to show them how much that I care. But if no one let's me or turns and forgets me then how, how can I share?
There is a part in fairy tales that's very near the end. The princess and the prince proclaim they're love. And hearts are healed, and souls are changed and two blend into one. All orchestrated by the stars above. But when I come to the door of my dreams and face a lonely heart calling for me I could fill that emptiness within if that heart would let me in.
Won't someone let me in?{"
/What's that sound?/ Emily wondered, hearing a rustle of /something/ in an ally. She wandered in carefully.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" she asked the darkness. Wait. There, a flash of white. There was a moan of pain. /Someone/ was hurt.
"Hello? Are you alright?" She cautiously walked up to the figure of someone on the ground, Ivory neighing in protest.
"Shh, Ivory. I think someones hurt."
She reached her hand out and hesitantly touched the person. Whoever it was was wrapped in a rich black cloak.
"Are you alright? Should I get a doctor?" she asked.
Receiving no answer, she gently tried to push the person over to the she could see their face. Ivory walked over and helped.
"Thank you, Ivory." She said when the now-unconscious person was on his back. What Emily saw was a man in evening dress wearing a full black mask. He had a terrible knife wound near his heart.
"Oh, goodness. Ivory! Let me put this man on you. We need to get home, quickly!" As Ivory bent down Emily (with some trouble) managed to get the man onto Ivory's back and began leading the horse quickly back to her small house on the outskirts of Paris.
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Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think. And, in case you wanted to know, here's a little information on Emily:
She's English She had golden blonde hair She had gray eyes She's about 5'5" At that time she was wearing a white-and-light-blue dress. I assume everyone has seen The Beauty and the Beast? I could only match her voice closely to Belle's.
Once again, thank you for reading, and please review me and let me know if I should continue.
Roses,
PhantomessAbigail
I've taken my version of the story from many of the Phantom of the Opera stories I know. Susan Kay's, Gaston Leroux's, Andrew Lloyd-Webber, Yeston and Kopit's, the Silent Film and the TV Miniseries. I haven't taken anything from some of those, but inspiration for Erik.
I don't have a title yet, so if you have any ideas, I would be very much obliged for them. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera. Honestly, I don't know who does at present time. I'd like to think Gaston Leroux still owns it. The song Let Me In is from the movie Rigoletto, by the Family Films Foundation.
Things in // are italics. I mostly use italics for thoughts. Anything in-between }{ is sung.
~~~
Chapter One, A Moonlit Stroll
Emily Claira Lamb walked down the still-moist pathway, watching the stars. It was one of the most beautiful autumn nights she had seen in all of her sixteen years of life. It was a beautiful night as it had been a beautiful day. Emily started humming her favorite song as she re-checked her basket. Had she gotten everything?
Four apples, a loaf of bread, an apple pie and a new book. Yes, she had gotten everything. Her white horse, Ivory, neighed to let Emily know that she was getting tired.
"We're almost home, Ivory." Emily told her as she looked around. No one was around, as far as she could see, so she began singing.
"}I love the part in fairy tales that's very near the end. When all the Kingdom cheers for their new Queen. And all is good, and all is well, and everyone belongs. And happily they're ever-aftering. But when I enter the Kingdom of Dreams and face the promise of all I can be, will they see me as a heroine? Tell me, will they let me in?
And if a hearts breaking and part of me's aching to show them how much that I care. But if no one let's me or turns and forgets me then how, how can I share?
There is a part in fairy tales that's very near the end. The princess and the prince proclaim they're love. And hearts are healed, and souls are changed and two blend into one. All orchestrated by the stars above. But when I come to the door of my dreams and face a lonely heart calling for me I could fill that emptiness within if that heart would let me in.
Won't someone let me in?{"
/What's that sound?/ Emily wondered, hearing a rustle of /something/ in an ally. She wandered in carefully.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" she asked the darkness. Wait. There, a flash of white. There was a moan of pain. /Someone/ was hurt.
"Hello? Are you alright?" She cautiously walked up to the figure of someone on the ground, Ivory neighing in protest.
"Shh, Ivory. I think someones hurt."
She reached her hand out and hesitantly touched the person. Whoever it was was wrapped in a rich black cloak.
"Are you alright? Should I get a doctor?" she asked.
Receiving no answer, she gently tried to push the person over to the she could see their face. Ivory walked over and helped.
"Thank you, Ivory." She said when the now-unconscious person was on his back. What Emily saw was a man in evening dress wearing a full black mask. He had a terrible knife wound near his heart.
"Oh, goodness. Ivory! Let me put this man on you. We need to get home, quickly!" As Ivory bent down Emily (with some trouble) managed to get the man onto Ivory's back and began leading the horse quickly back to her small house on the outskirts of Paris.
~~~
Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think. And, in case you wanted to know, here's a little information on Emily:
She's English She had golden blonde hair She had gray eyes She's about 5'5" At that time she was wearing a white-and-light-blue dress. I assume everyone has seen The Beauty and the Beast? I could only match her voice closely to Belle's.
Once again, thank you for reading, and please review me and let me know if I should continue.
Roses,
PhantomessAbigail