Chapter One
Hi everyone! First I want to apologize for not writing my first story sooner, but better late than never. Anyways, our story takes place in Paris (Duh!) five years after the fire. The Opera Populaire is rebuilt to its former glory. Most of the crew comes back (Madame Giry, Meg Giry, Monsieur Andre, and Monsieur Firmin) while others do not (Carlotta, Christine, and some ballet dancers). However, no one doubts that the Opera Ghost has returned as well. As the managers explain their experience with the Opera Ghost to their new patron, they come to an agreement and oblige to his demands. Left with some vacant spots including the Prima Donna opening, Monsieur Firmin leaves Paris for "fresh" talent. He finds himself in Madrid and meets a young and beautiful woman named Elena Dulcenea Vega. She auditions for a part in the chorus but after her audition and hearing her captivating and melodious voice, he gives her the Prima Donna spot. Firmin writes a letter to Andre and tells him of Mademoiselle Vega and her arrival. Andre announces the exciting news to everyone. Meanwhile, in the catacombs a heart-broken Erik hears this news and is furious, he then devices a plan to get rid of this woman It's been one full day and now she has doubts about the Opera House. (Elena has an interesting and sad past, but I'm not going to spoil this!), but then is assured by the driver that they would be arriving in an hour. Now, let me just say I DO NOT own Phantom of the Opera Music or any other music mentioned, Paris or the any of the POTO characters. I'm done with my note, so LET MY STORY BEGIN!
Omniscient P.O.V
Elena Vega rubbed her eyes as she saw the building in front of her. It was jut as she remembered it was; it looked as the fire did not occur. As the carriage stop, Elena stepped out as quickly as she could and began to help a boy unload her luggage.
"For a new Prima Donna, you travel light," the boy said as he saw a luggage bag and a trunk. He easily carried the trunk to the entrance and Elena followed shortly behind. With every step she took Elena felt a strange sense through her body, as if someone was watching her.
I can't believe it! I'm actually going to sing here! I'm actually going to be working here! Elena thought to herself.
Once she was near the entrance a man who looked in his early forty's came to her.
"Bonjour mademoiselle. You must be Mademoiselle Vega! Firmin has written so much about you! Oh where are my manners! I'm Monsieur Andre the second manager of the opera house."
"But of course, Monsieur Firmin had spoken much about you! It's pleasure to meet you sir, and thank you for giving me a chance," Elena beamed.
They kept talking for a bit and then Andre gave her a tour of the Opera house and showed her, her room.
"This is-"
"Miss Daae's room but it has been remodeled, has more space than before, and has a bathroom small bathroom through that door. I hope it's to your liking Mademoiselle Vega," Andre answered.
"Please sir, call me Elena," Elena said with a smiled.
"Alright," Andre responded, "Elena once you've settled in please go to the Madame Giry; she'll most likely be at the stage with the rest of the dancers. Now I must go and tell everyone of your arrival… Oh Elena I have one thing to warn you about, beware of the opera ghost and always watch your back," the said darkly as he ran out of Elena's room.
So it is true, the Phantom of the Opera is real. Wait, he's real?! Elena thought as she unpacked her belongings. One hour passed and Elena was finishing unpacking her books and clothes when she heard a knock on the door. Elena then froze.
What if it's the Phantom? What if he's mad at me for replacing Christine Daae? What if he wants to kill me? What if… What if it's just a real person whose here to escort you to the stage? Elena reasoned.
Elena then opened a door and there stood a dancer before her very eyes. She was a blonde girl with blue eyes that seemed to twinkle with hopes and dreams. She was petite but well formed. She had a kind face but then again she was smiling a tad too much. "Hello, my name is Meg Giry. My mother, Madame Giry, wants to see you this instance and has asked me to escort you miss-."
"Vega. Elena Vega, but please call me Elena. Oh and thank you, I just need to put one thing in place," Elena said as she rushed to put a picture frame in her new desk.
"Alright, let's go Meg." They both hurried off to the stage. Then out of the shadows of the room a mysterious figure came out smirking mischievously. "I'll give you one chance to sing Elena Vega. This chance shall seal your fate!"
Thanks for reading the story, and once again sorry for not posting up the story sooner. Please, comment and review this story! :D