A/N: Hi! Welcome to my re-do of TPCAIG! Things are going to be hectic for a while, just thought I'd warn you. You'll see some major differences with each character and perhaps longer (or more) chapters in the story! Please be patient with me. Updates may be slow so I don't know when I'll post the next chapter. (Hopefully soon.)
Erik: Would you please just get on with it? There are people who must read the story.
Amethyst: Hold on a minute! I'm getting to it! *narrows my eyes at him*
Erik: *sighs* Fine, just hurry up.
Amethyst: *continues to glare* Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera nor do I own its characters. All belong to the great Andrew Lloyd Webber! Hope you enjoy my re-do!
(In the summer of 2011, I am just getting off the bus as I have finished my last day of the school year. )
Me: *grins as I begin walking down the path to my house* Summer vacation is finally here! Now I get to see my friends more often and- *a distant yelling is heard above my head* What the-? *I look up and scream in shock*
*The Phantom (or Erik as we phangirls know him as) makes a faceplant into the ground at my feet. He slowly stands up and wipes the dirt off his attire.*
Erik: *looks around in surprise and slight fear* How strange. I could have sworn I was still in the opera house not…here. *turns and spots me staring at him* Who are you supposed to be? Where are we?
Me: *still stunned* I…uh…well…
Erik: Low intelligence. Great.
Me: *glares* Oi! My name is Shianne but you can just call me Shy. Whatever you want to call me is fine, really. *glare fades into an excited smirk* We're in the beautiful town (full sarcasm voice here) of Gates, North Carolina! *glances at my house*
Erik: *follows my glance* North Carolina? Are we in the States, then? I also take it due to your knowing glance that the house over there is where you live?
Me: Yep. We're in the United States and that is most definitely where I live. Oh and I should probably tell you that you're in the wrong time period.
Erik: I haven't noticed. (full sarcasm voice here as well apparently) So what year is this then?
Me: Hmm…try…2011.
Erik: Wait, what?! 2011? I'm in the future! Tell me, mademoiselle, does my work reach out to this time even now?
Me: In a way, kind of. You're- *stops and shakes my head* We'll get to that in a little bit. Something tells me we need to get to my house right now.
Erik: If you say so.
*I lead him further down the path and into my house. My two dogs meet us at the door, barking excitedly and jumping at us*
Me: Spot, Destiny! Get down! *laughs and pets their heads*
Erik: *looks uncertain and moves to keep his cape out of their reach*
Me: *notices Erik's reaction* I promise they don't bite unless you attack them or any of us. They're really friendly. The black and brown one is Destiny. The white and brown one, her son, is known as Spot. They're just really friendly. *smiles*
Erik: Interesting names but alright. *carefully pats their heads*
Me: By the way, you will more than likely meet my mom and brother. My dad's not here for the time being. He's…well…in Iraq. The Middle East.
Erik: I know where Iraq is, thank you. *raises eyebrow*
*Suddenly my brother walks into the utility room where we are and gapes at Erik*
Jake: Oh not another one!
Me: Another one? Who else is here?
Jake: *shakes his head* Some fruitcake and his wife or so they said. I don't know. I didn't ask for their names.
Erik: *tries not to laugh but fails* Fruitcake? I think I know of whom he speaks.
Me: *doesn't even try to keep from laughing* So do I. Well, let's go see these visitors. Shall we?
Jake: I just directed them into your room. Told them not to get into anything cause you'll kill them but I doubt they really listened.
*Slightly alarmed, I rush through the house and into my room with the Phantom right behind me. We open the door.*
Me: Fruitcake is right.
Raoul: Hey! *looks hurt and then curious* Who are you?
Erik: *steps into the doorway and sneers in disgust* It would be you.
*It is just as Jake said. Raoul (the fruitcake) and his wife (Christine) are sitting on MY bed. It appears as if they got into everything!)
Raoul: Stay back! *looks afraid and attempts to hide behind Christine*
Christine: Hey! Aren't you supposed to be protecting me?
Erik: He can't even hurt a fly!
Me: *sighs in annoyance* Would all of you shut up? Look, I'm just going to explain some things and what I think happened to the three of you.
Raoul: Just keep him away from us!
Me: *glares at him* Look, Fop, I didn't ask for your opinion! Erik has every right to be here even if it is due to a damn loophole!
*I receive dumbfounded stares from all three of them.*
Me: What?
Erik: Did you just call him a fop?
Me: Yes. That's what the phangirls call him though personally, I think I might just prefer to call him a fruitcake.
Erik: *starts laughing*
Raoul: Christine, the weird girl and the Phantom are being mean to me!
Christine: *rolls her eyes but pats his head soothingly* It's alright, dear. They don't mean it.
Me: Speak for yourself. *snickers*
Erik: Oh, I think I could grow to like you.
Me: Yay! *clears my throat and sits at the edge of my bed* Alright. Let me just go ahead and explain. I said a little to Erik earlier and-
Erik: Wait, how do you know my name? *narrows his eyes and pulls out his lasso*
Christine: *eyes widen as does Raoul's* His name is Erik?
Raoul: His name is Erik?
Me: That's what she just said and yes that is his name! *turns to Erik* You can just put that thing away, right now! I only know your name due to other fanfictions as well as research.
Erik: Fanfictions?
Me: *sighs* Can I just get to what I was saying before all of you ask questions?
*All three of them nod their heads.*
Me: Thank you! Alright, my name is Shianne or Shy for those who wish to call me that. *rolls my eyes at Raoul* Not Weird Girl or anything stupid like that! All three of you are now in the year of 2011 and in the place of Gates, North Carolina. Currently, you are in my house. I don't know why. It just happens. Some kind of loophole or plot hole or something similar. I'm no scientist so I wouldn't know.
Christine: Wait, what?
Me: Do not even think of making me explain again. Just do not! That's all I can really tell you other than humans made some advances in all areas since your time. Electricity is more than just for rich people or theatres. We have machines or technology that helps us with food and other sources for living. It includes entertainment, such as computers and television. You can see a movie or play without going to theatres. Well, on certain things. *grins* For the time being, all three of you are stuck with me!
Erik: We are?
Raoul: With him? Are you serious?
Erik and I: SHUT UP, FOP!
Me: Already catching up on lingo, I see. *grins at Erik*
Erik: *looks smug* Oh yes.
Christine: *holding Raoul as he cries due to our 'meanness'* You don't have to be rude to my husband!
Me: Oh sure we do! Besides, we won't be the only ones! Others will call him that or even worse names. Hell, they may even pick up on the fruitcake thing if they haven't already. It's why we're called Phangirls.
Erik: Fan…girls?
Me: No. Phangirls. P-H-A-N-G-I-R-L-S. Put it together. It sounds like fangirls but spelled differently. As I was trying to explain earlier, Erik, your story has been put into print and on screens. There are movies, fanfictions, stories, books, musicals, and other things about you. They even made a sequel which was just terrible.
Christine: So we're famous? *smiles*
Me: Well, yes. Howver, people have mixed opinions on the three of you. Erik is most loved because we kind of…pity him. *winces* As for you…well….you're both loved and hated. Many, including I, believe you should have chosen to stick with Erik because Raoul is just more into himself. I don't say I don't understand why because…well…I kind of do.
Erik: Why thank you ever so much!
Me: Not like that! I still wish she had chosen you instead of the fop here.
Raoul: What about me? Does anyone like me?
Me: If they do, there's very few who do. You're hated for lots of reasons that I don't feel like pointing out.
Raoul: *cries against Christine's shoulder* No one loves me!
Christine: What am I, a ghost?
Erik and I: *rolls our eyes and exchange looks of disgust*
Raoul: *brightens up and smiles at Christine* You're right! I'm sorry, love.
Me: Oh, gag me with a pitchfork. Oh and one thing… *notices the mess in my room* What the hell happened to my ROOM?
*Christine and Raoul look slightly embarrassed*
Christine: Well…
Raoul: We were curious about your…things.
Christine: So we kind of went through it.
Raoul: Sorry?
*A moment of silence*
Me: *turns red with anger* You both…got curious…and decided to go through my stuff….WITHOUT PICKING IT UP AFTERWORDS?
Erik: How long have you two been here, anyway?
Raoul: Um, not long.
Christine: *blushes* Maybe five minutes before you two came inside.
*Another moment of silence*
Me: *lunges toward Raoul* YOU STUPID FOP! I OUGHT TO KILL YOU!
Raoul: *lets out a terrified squeak and attempts to hide again behind Christine* It wasn't just me! Christine did it too!
Me: *freezes and gives Christine a stern look* Don't do it again.
Christine: Yes, ma'am!
Raoul: Oh come on! You're trying to attack me but only give her a stern look! Why must you hate me so?
Me: *resumes lunging and ends up trying to strangle the fop to death* BECAUSE YOU ARE A FOP AND HAD NO NEED TO GO THROUGH MY THINGS! Has no one ever taught you not to touch things that don't belong to you?!
Christine: Phantom, stop her!
Erik: *is laughing throughout the whole thing* Why? I find this hilarious!
Christine: Please? *gives him a pout*
Erik: Fine. I do add note that I don't like this very much but I could never really resist your pout, mon ange. (mon ange= French for my angel) *moves to pull me off a purple Raoul*
Raoul: *gasps for air* T-thank y-you!
Erik: I didn't do it for you, fruitcake.
Me: *curses at Raoul but laughs at Erik's nickname for him*
Amethyst: I think we might just leave it there for the first chapter.
Raoul: Oh, come on! Why must I end up getting strangled?
Erik: Because you went through her things.
Christine: Speaking of, I'm really sorry about going through your things. *looks sad*
Amethyst: Christine, you've been forgiven. I don't really have a huge problem with you. It's Fop over here who I still wish to kill. *glares at said Fop*
Raoul: *gulps*
Amethyst: To all my readers, I hope you enjoyed this chapter very much! Please leave a review if you wish me to continue this. You can even provide me with some ideas for future material! ^^ I will try to mention each review in future chapters because I do appreciate every single one I get.