I do not own Phantom of The Opera or it's characters, but I do own my OC's.

All Characters belong to Gaston Leroux.

I hummed the tune of the song as I danced in a crowded park in Paris. Finishing my dance with a twirl, I looked around a noticed that the crowd was dying away. I sighed, they probably left because it was getting colder I thought. The clicking of heels and a voice soon filled my ears.
"Excuse me child, I rather enjoyed watching you dance." she said with a gentle voice. I gracefully turned myself to face the lady. I then saw who it was. It was the famous dance instructor, Madame Giry. It was my dream to learn dance from her.
"You young lady are truly gifted in the art of dance. You remind me of myself when I was young." she smiled warmly.
"Thank you." I mumbled, turning slightly red from her compliment.
"Let me introduce myself. I am Madame Giry, what is your name?"
"My name is Charlotte Lebuefo, let me just say that it is an honor to meet you Madame Giry." She smiled and held out her hand for me to shake.
"It seems rather cold outside, do you have a place to stay?"
"No, I have no home." I sighed; I had been living in this park since the summer, trying to make a living dancing in a crowded park. It barely worked, I had enough money to by some bread, but I never had enough to find a home. I held myself together and brought myself back to reality.
"Come with me child, you can stay in the Opera Populiar; tell me child, can you sing." I nodded and smiled, I was going to be living at the Opera Populiar, and be meeting professional dancers.
"If you can sing and dance, then you can be one of my ballet girls and a chorus girl." she motioned with her hand for me to follow. I smiled and followed. I was going to be a ballet girl. I thought about how proud my parents would be if they saw me now. We walked for about ten minutes, listening to Madame Giry's many opera stories.
"Here we are then, the Opera Populiar." she said waving her hands dramatically in the air. I was stunned at the beauty of the hall. So many golden decorations and the stairs were gorgeous, covered in velvet red. It was so amazing that I didn't even notice Madame Giry tugging at me.
" Charlotte, come with me I'll show you were you'll be sleeping." I followed her once again up the stairs to what looked like a dormitory. She then opened the door and patted a bed.
"You will be sleeping here, sharing this room with my daughter Meg and her friend Emma, I'll introduce you to them, but first let me run down and grab you some clothes to change in. Stay here and be careful." she smiled and closed the door behind her. I threw myself down on the bed, resting my head on the fluffy pillow and smiled. Finally, a bed of my own, I thought. I turned over on my side and noticed a small ray of light escaping from underneath one of the floorboards. I quickly got up and examined it more closely, it appeared there was a loose floor board and the ray of light was glowing from one of the corners that weren't pushed in all the way. Cautious as I was, I decided to push the corner down so no one would trip over it. I then found myself hurtling toward the darkness below. The room was dark except for the faint glow of a candle attached illuminating a wall. I picked myself up from the damp stone floor and walked toward the light. I sat, resting myself against the wall and checking if the fall had injured me. I was fine besides the small cuts and bruises, but there was one cut that was deep and stung my arm. It didn't look horrible it was just a slightly deeper cut then the others. While I inspected my arm, I glanced up and saw two green eyes in the darkness. I gasped looking for a way out, but all around me was darkness and the dying glow of a candle. To my dismay the candle behind me died out, leaving me in the darkness with a mysterious figure before me.
" mademoiselle, may I ask why you are down here." he said softly. I was then aware that it was a man, which both frightened and relieved me.
" I.. I was in the ballet dormitories when I found a piece of wood sticking out, so I pushed it and ended up down here." I stuttered. His eyes moved around the room and were soon staring into me.
"Fortunately for you, I know my way around these passages and I will lead you out if you swear to me that you will not snoop around here again." he whispered. I was enraged at the fact that he assumed I was snooping around in the dark.
" I was not snooping here; I just happened to fall threw a trap door monsieur, would you be kind enough to not accuse me of these things." I growled. His hand held my wrist now and he squeezed it with such force that for a moment I thought he had broken.
"Mademoiselle, it would be better if you do not anger me, I am your only way out." he then dropped my wrist and I held it toward my chest, making sure he did not do that again.
"And why should I trust you? I don't even know who you are." his eyes then disappeared, and his voice echoed all around me.
"I go by many names, but you may call me Erik."
I could then feel a presence behind me so I backed into the other wall. I could see his green eyes drifting closer to me, finally they were inches from me and I could feel his warm breath against my face.
"What is your name, mademoiselle?"
"My name is Charlotte, monsieur." I then took in a deep breath and moved myself from in-between Erik and the wall before he could grab me. I couldn't make out anything in the darkness besides the glowing green eyes that moved closer to me again. This time I held my hands out in front of me, stopping him from coming any closer.
"My patience is wearing thin, now would you rather rot in this place or take your chances with me. Make your choice."
I had to follow him, even if he hurt me earlier. He knows the way out, and he might lead you there.
"Show me the way out of the darkness."
Taking hold of my already cut a bruised hand, I hissed in pain and he lessened his grip and touched it more carefully.
"You're hurt." he whispered, holding my arm out while searching for something.
"How can you see anything in this darkness?" I asked. The sound of clinking jars and the tearing of cloth was all I heard.
"I am use to seeing in the dark, this might sting a little but it will clean the cut." I felt a strange liquid touch my cut and burn as if fire was consuming it. He then placed a piece of cloth around my arm and tightened it.
"Now I will take you back." he placed his hand on my wrist and led the way through the never ending darkness. We walked for what seemed like ages in silence, occasionally he would break the silence and ask me numerous amounts of questions like why was I hear, and I would reply to all of them. A small ray of light was seen from underneath what I thought was a door. He then placed my hand on the door handle and whispered.
"Goodbye Charlotte, this will not be the last time we meet." his voice soon dissipated in the wind as I turned the door knob. It seemed the door that I walked out of was actually a bookcase in the ballet dormitory. I sighed with relief and sat down on my bed. There was a note there, underneath it was a small pile of folded clothes, a purse with a small amount of coins, and a beautiful mask. The note read
Dear Mademoiselle Charlotte,
I am writing you simply because I did not find you in here when I returned. I must speak with you at once, but before that you are free to change. Be careful and I will see you soon.
Signed,
Madame Giry
PTO
I will explain why you need the mask later.