Author's Opening Notes: As most people are hesitant before diving in a new fanfic, like myself, I wanted to quickly brief you. I originally written this fic three years ago and the writing was terrible, so I decided to edit and rewrite the entire story as I couldn't bear to part with my OC characters, Rose and Abby. As an apology to those who PMed me to updated and continue writing onto what I previously had, I hope this fits more to your liking. The reason I haven't been on Fanfiction as much as I used to was because of my University, work, and the oh so typical family drama.

If anything I write is incorrect or offensive, please do not hesitate to tell me. This story is mainly for entertainment and any constructive criticism would be helpful and insightful.

Disclaimer: The Phantom of the Opera and it's characters purely belong to Gaston Leroux and anything related to the musical of course is Andrew Lloyd Webber's work. I proudly claim my OCs.

Title: The Wish

Description/Summary: A wish unintentionally uttered lands two sisters into a paradox as they come face to face with the infamous Opera Ghost and his rival Raoul. A story once spun out of love and betrayal spins into something more as the girls fight to survive in 19th century Paris without any indication as to how to get back to their own time. By changing history, dark passion ensues. R&R

Slash: Erik/Rose(OC) Raoul/Abby(OC)

Genre: Romance, Suspense

This is not a typical Mary Sue as I am attempting to create a more realistic approach.

Chapter 1

"We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them

without removing some of our own skin."

― André Berthiaume

"Uggghhh…I hate you!" The tiny ball of popcorn hit the TV screen and landed pathetically with a tiny plop on the carpet floor. The aim was slightly off as I was aiming the salty fattening treat at Christine's face. I was currently curled up in my baby blue snuggie watching 'The Phantom of the Opera' with the popcorn bowl in my lap and a tear streaked face as I blew my nose with nearby Kleenex. My younger sister, Abby, who was leisurely sitting on the floor in front of me glanced back at the adding pile of tissues to the river of big fat tears that were rolling down my cheeks and rolled her eyes. Mainly since this particular scene always had me a jumbled ball of depression and soaked T-shirts no matter how many times I watched it. It was the rooftop scene where Christine tells Raoul how hideous Erik's face was while said Opera Ghost was a mere few feet away behind a statue with an expression of heartbreaking betrayal.

"You left a perfectly good, not to mention hot guy for stupid Raoul." I sobbed quietly, wiping the back of my hand across my face to wipe away the unchecked tears. I loved the actress, Emmy Rossum, that played Christine, but her character was positively evil. I had the urge to tackle Erik to the ground and give him a well needed hug. It was just a movie, but I understood a little of the amount of pain he was feeling. There was also the major crush I had on the misunderstood, most likely physical contact hating, Phantom that had a play in it.

Abby turned around and gave me an incredulous look. "I would too, considering the fact that he kills people."

"Erik does it because no one ever taught or shown him love," I shot her a glare as she snorted. She just didn't understand. My younger sister has somehow drifted to the Dark Side aka Raoul's side. Okay, seriously brain? Really, Star War references?

"Raoul is hot," she declared, with a flip of her black hair, turning back to the movie. I rolled my eyes as I ran a hand through my silky chestnut strands. I probably looked like a mess and not a hot one.

"Are you kidding me? The guy has a freakin' mullet!"

"Well Erik has a deformed face!" Abby defended, "So what!" Okay, I guess she has a point. Sighing, I turned back to the movie and really wished I hadn't. I had wanted to skip this part but after fighting Abby over the remote, she won. My younger sister is the kind of person that has to watch a movie all the way through and gets annoyed when parts are skipped. Her argument was that a movie was short anyway and you had to watch all the scenes for it to have a good effect.

I gave you my music, made your song take wing.

And now, how you've repaid me, denied me and betrayed me.

He was bound to love you, when he heard you sing.

The Phantom sobbed, crumpling the rose he had given his muse. "Christine, Christine…"

"Oh geez," Abby muttered. "He is way too obsessive, to the point it's creepy. Ow!" She rubbed her head where I whacked her with a pillow. I shot her a look that said 'shut the fudge up'.

You will curse the day you did not do!

All that the Phantom asked of you!

"I wish we could actually go into The Phantom of The Opera." I sighed dreamily. After the words left my mouth, the living room lights flickered a couple of times before completely going out and the TV screen turned to static. Abby and I shared a look as the dim light from the TV let us see the others features and silhouette. Feeling a hand grasp mine, I saw Abby visibly shaking. She was terrified of the dark due to our traumatizing past.

"It's just a power out, Abigail," I reassured her in a soothing tone while rubbing my thumb over the back of her hand in circles. "I'll grab the candles and we can make a tent like we did when we were kids." She nodded hesitantly and reluctantly released my hand before bringing her knees to her chest.

Kissing her on the forehead, I got up to feel my way to the kitchen where there would be a flashlight and matches in the junk drawer. Finding them easily, I used the flashlight to go upstairs to mom's room where she kept the candles. Reaching her bedroom door, I hesitated before turning the knob. One of mom's rules was to never enter her room when she was out. The room stank of booze and sex. Wrinkling my nose, I walked to her closet and grabbed the box from the shelf where the candles were. Grabbing two, I placed the box where it was and stopped. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. In the shadows, I swore I could make out a shape of a person. I started to raise my flashlight when I heard a scream.

"Rose!"

Running out of the room not caring about closing the door, I raced down the stairs. "Abby!" I called, my heart threatening to jump out of my chest. Hearing her answer, I ran into the living room to find fog filling the room. Abby was standing on the couch, the popcorn bowl spilled over, with my snuggie clutched to her chest. Our heads shot up towards the ceiling as creaks against the floorboards like someone was walking around upstairs. My thoughts raced back to the figure I had just seen in Mom's room.

"Rose, what's happening?" Abby asked fearfully. It honestly felt like something from a horror movie.

"I don't know, but we need to get out of the house." Standing up, I walked cautiously over to the DVD player, to see where the smoke was coming from. To my shock, it was perfectly fine. The fog and smoke seemed to appear from nowhere. Well, at least Mom won't kill me for the TV breaking.

"Rose!" My sister yelled as the house started to shake, throwing us unceremoniously to the floor. With a soft thud, my head hit the edge of the coffee table as I fell. Trying to stop myself from slipping into unconsciousness, I pulled myself up and slowly crawled towards Abby's hunched form. Covering her body with my own to protect her from falling objects, I gasped as a white light blinded us.

Opening my eyes, I found myself surrounded by a crowd of unfamiliar faces. They were wearing costumes and clown makeup. Moaning, I sat up, rubbing my head. A migraine was coming on and it felt like someone took a sledge hammer to my skull.

"What happened?" I blinked. "Where am I?" A girl with blonde hair and bright blue eyes gave me a sympathetic smile before offering me her hand. I held back a gasp. Why did she look like Meg?

"You were knocked unconscious from the curtain that fell on Carlotta," she mused as she helped me up and led me away from the curious gaze of the dancers and actors. What? She couldn't mean Carlotta, the weird snotty singer that Erik hated in the movie, could she? Was I dreaming or just had too much sugar and am now hallucinating?

I shook my head slowly before looking around. "Where is Abigail?" The events of last night played through my mind, nearly causing me to go into a panic attack. My heart started beating against my chest as I whirled around wide eyed. "Abby!" Turning towards Meg, I shook her shoulders. "Where is she? Where is my sister, Abby?"

The said blonde gave me a confused look mixed with fear. "Who?" Then her eyes lit with understanding. "Oh, you must mean the raven-haired girl. She was looking for her sister, Rose."

"Yes!" I almost laughed in relief. The way she was talking about Abigail made it seem like she was perfectly fine. "That would be me."

Her eyes flitted to my skinny jeans and red t-shirt. "You're not from here are you?"

No, actually I'm from the future. I watch you in my favorite movie on this thing called a TV, not creepy or anything. Oh and nice to meet you too. My brain mused. I shook my head and forced out an exhale, needing to calm my frantic heart. I needed to see my sister.

"I'm from…" Don't say Narnia…"America."

Before Meg could answer, a woman came up to us. I immediately recognized her as Madame Giry. Her dark hair was placed in a tight bun and her knuckles were white as they tightened around her cane. She must have been pretty once, before dancing and age stole that from her. I gulped. She was much more intimidating in person.

I swear that I will have a heart attack if I meet another character from this movie.

She studied me before turning her stern gaze toward her daughter. "Meg, why are you not practicing?" Her accent was exactly the same as it was in the movie. She gave an odd glance to my red t-shirt and skinny jeans before raising an eyebrow in obvious distrust and suspicion.

Meg glanced at me before giving her a weak smile. "Mother, this is Rose. She says that she hails from America. She is looking for Miss Abigail." Immediately, the older woman visibly relaxed and gave me a warm smile.

"Ah, so you are the raven haired maiden's sister."

I nodded, swaying slightly from the shock of seeing her face to face. Some dream. "Yep, that would be me. I don't know how we got here. I would really like to see my sister all the same."

Meg squeezed my hand reassuringly while Madame Giry's features turned grim. "I'm afraid she is in serious condition." WHAT! My brown eyes grew wide at that. Dream or not, I had to know if Abbs was okay.

"What happened?" I asked quickly. "Can you bring me to her?" I could feel the anxiety coming back as my palms started to sweat.

The eldest Giry gave me a sympathetic look. "I'm afraid that your sister suffers a concussion from the curtain fall. We immediately brought her to the doctor. She needs her rest, mademoiselle before she can see you."

I sighed with relief. At least, she was safe. "Thank you, Mrs.…." I paused. I already knew her name, but it would be kind extremely stupid to blurt it out if this dream was reality as I was starting to believe. I bit back a smirk as I tried to imagine her reaction if I told her that Abby and I were from the future. That wouldn't go so well. Hello physco house.

"You may call me Madame Giry," she smiled. "You, Americans, have such wonderful manners." At this, I had to refrain from snickering. "Meg, please take Rose to your room to rest. I hope this makes up for the…incident." Biting my lower lip, I nodded slowly taking it all in.

The younger Giry took my hand and pulled me after her as she navigated us through the crowded stage.

Meg gave me a smile. "My mother is thinking of hiring the both of you. We need more dancers or maids if you prefer." I followed her as she started leading me to her room. Amazed, I looked around as we passed the stables and spiral staircases and catwalks. Dancers, stagehands, and maids were scurrying around the backstage. Horses neighed as we passed. This all felt so real to be just a dream. I normally didn't dream this vividly. What if it isn't a dream? My mind dared. Logic told me that was impossible, but the feeling of the hem of my shirt between my fingers and the life-like appearances of the people around me said otherwise.

Could I dream here too? It would be like Inception…in Phantom of the Opera.

"I would be honored," I gave a grin as I turned back to her. "Though, I'm not sure Abby and I will be here for long." Meg frowned. I could tell that she was disappointed, but she didn't say anything. We walked through a long corridor until we reached a room.

"This is my room." Meg gestured me inside. "Please make yourself at home."

It was a small room. A small makeshift bed was next to the wall with a small dresser and book self that gave the room a homely aura. I could tell her mother didn't favorite her and Meg preferred simple things.

"Thank you," I plopped down on the soft bed. "Do you have anything for me to wear?" I asked her as I gestured to my clothes. I needed to fit in while we were stuck here. Meg gave a slight nod and handed me a white dress. It was honestly beautiful but simple. The hem dipped in a 'V' while the skirt flowed outward at the hip. Eyeing it with hidden distaste since I forgot they didn't have jeans in the 18th century, I slowly started to undress.

"Do you have any family here?" She asked curiously, turning her back towards me to give me privacy. I shook my head sadly, knowing she couldn't see it.

"No. It's just me and my little sister." I told her, slipping the dress over my head and flinging my clothes in a pile on her floor. In truth, it was always Abby and I against the world. I was more of a mother to Abigail than our own mother ever was. "I'm decent. Thank you." I whispered, letting her know she could turn around.

Meg gave me an understanding smile. "I'll leave you to your rest. You can stay here until Mama gives you and your sister a room with the other girls" As soon as she left, I closed my eyes. I needed to think of a way to get home. But the question was did I want to?

A/N: Cliffhanger! Sorry, but you just got to love them! Constructive criticism wanted only! R&R