It was a quite day in Paris. Summer had fallen over the beautiful city, making it sparkle with an almost hypnotizing light. Everyone was in a wonderful mood, from the teenagers walking the streets shopping to the tourists exploring the city, but there was no one in that city that could ever be as happy as two certain girls.

"Oh My God, Hadley, look! We're finally here!" Squealed the ever-pleasant Jane as she skipped up the steps to the Opera Garnier.

"Not so fast Jane, you need the ticket to get in!" her partner in crime Hadley said as she ran to catch up with her friend. The girls, if you're wondering, had been lucky enough to win an all-expenses paid trip to France for winning first place in the 'Young Writers of America' contest. Their story had taken the judges by surprise with its randomness and all-around good humor. Of course their parents made them wait to take the trip till summer for educational reasons, but the two were happy that their parents were nice enough (or dumb enough) to let them go alone. The evil duo made it to the large doors of the Opera House in record time, meeting up with the other people taking the tour. Though the girls had everything paid for, from meals to attractions, they didn't get the VIP treatment they had hoped for. Nonetheless, the girl were thrilled to hear that they would get to see the Opera Garnier were the Phantom had wreaked havoc. The tour guide showed up a moment later to take them all inside.

"Before we start I'll need to see everyone's ticket before we go in so have them out and I'll check as you go in the door." Jane instantly shot to the front of the line with Hadley close behind. The girls entered the door showing the tour guide their tickets. They stared in awe at the beautiful 19th century design that the entrance hall had, Hadley clicking away with her camera and Jane dancing around like a giddy moron. As soon as everyone had their tickets checked the tour began. First a long and anything but interesting monolog of the Opera Houses history was told leaving many, including the two spastic teenagers, in a coma-like state. However, much to their luck the boring lecture was ended and they were led into the main theater where they were allowed to take pictures and look around. Hadley and Jane made a mad dash to the stage before anyone else could; where they proceeded to take millions of pictures and act like complete retards (we apologize to Jane's father for the politically incorrect statement.)

"Now if everyone would follow me we'll head to the dressing rooms." The tour group slowly started to leave the theater, leaving Jane and Hadley to continue to frolic in their own little world. Jane eventually calmed down and took in the wondrous beauty that was the stage and theater.

"Hadley," Jane spoke "do you think that if we wished hard enough we could go back in time and meet the Phantom?" Hadley stopped taking pictures for a moment and thought.

"No not really, I mean we have to be realistic at least some of the time Jane."

"Could we at least try?" Jane begged as she pouted and let loose the puppy dog eyes of doom. Hadley sighed and put her camera away and walked over to Jane.

"Fine but don't go emo on me when it doesn't work." Jane giggled happily and grabbed Hadley's hand and they both closed their eyes.

"I wish I could go back in time and meet Erik, The Phantom of the Opera." A moment of silence came over the two and after awhile Hadley opened her eyes.

"Jane," Hadley piped up.

"Yes?"

"We're still in the theater."

"Oh, well darn." Jane let go of Hadley's hand. "Damn you reality and your ways of making me angry!" Hadley sighed and started to pull Jane along.

"Come on, we should catch up with the group." Jane nodded her head and started to follow when a strange and alluring sound drifted to her ears.

"Hadley, do you hear that?" Hadley stopped and started to listen as well.

"Yeah, I do. It sounds like…an organ?" The music started to become louder and louder and more dramatic with each note until it made the very air in the room vibrate. Suddenly a strange feeling came over them, just as if the very music in the air hand grabbed their hearts and was controlling the beats. Their bodies stiffened and their sight became blurry, leaving them confused and slightly disoriented. Jane tried to call out for help but was shocked to find her voice was gone and made a mad attempt to get close to Hadley, who was in no better a condition than her. Suddenly a gust of wind stared to pull them into the air, giving them the felling of levitation. Bright light flashed, making it even harder for the girls to see, leaving them in even more of a daze than they originally were. Streams of colorful light spun around them changing their appearance ever so slowly, changing their jeans and t-shirts into semi-casual dresses that had an elegant appeal to them. Then out of nowhere everything just stopped and the girls started to fall…

In to the Lake…

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Earlier in the Phantoms Labyrinth…

Erik had been playing his organ and composing more music for his operas when a strange wind-like sound came to his ears. Turning around to see what had interrupted his work he came face to face with an extremely bright light. As soon as the light disappeared there was a very loud splash. Quickly, he made his way over to the lake where two figures slowly floated to the surface. The first one to arrive to the top took in a long and shaky breath before looking around as if trying to find something.

"Jane, where are you?" The first figure franticly swam over to where the other must have fallen and swam under the water. After a few minutes the figure, which he had determined was a woman, came back up with another by her side. The other took in a deep breath and started on her way over to the bottom of the stairs where they met the water. Erik slowly descended the stairs towards the two creatures that suddenly appeared in his home out of thin air. The first figure pulled herself out of the water, as did the other one. Both were soaked to the bone and shivering horribly. Erik dared to get closer to the two and kneeled down in front of one of them. Of corse, this didn't go unnoticed by the young woman in front of him and she looked up at him. Her eyes widened and it looked as if she stopped breathing. The girl's mouth hung open as she tried to form coherent words.

"H-H-H-H-Had-Hadley, look!" The other girl not to far over looked up and a similar look of shock came upon her face as she muttered to herself.

"It worked, I can't believe it. It actually worked." Erik had decided that now would be a good time to ask if they were ok. Oh, how wrong he was.

"Are you ok?" he spoke in his deep baritone voice, causing the girl he was kneeling in front of to shiver. Whether it was from how cold she was or the effect his voice had on her he would never know. The girl smiled wildly as she launched herself at him knocking him onto his butt.

"Oh thank you reality for making an exception! Thank you!" The girl crowed to nothing as she hugged him tightly, forcing his face into her neck. While the girl holding him continued to rant to thin air about her gratitude he couldn't help but notice the strange and interesting smell of her neck.

"Smells like chocolate and butter." He thought as the aroma filled his nose, but eventually logical thought set in and he realized what he was doing. Quickly he pulled away and stood up, an extremely light blush on his cheeks.

"What in Heaven's name do you think you're doing!?" The girl that was hugging him was pouting unhappily while the other one stood there snickering to herself.

"Sorry about that, it's a long story." The young girl spoke. "She really can't help herself." Erik looked over at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really? Well, is the story so long that I can't even know who fell from the sky and into my lake?" The girls just stood there looking at each other.

"Well, erm, to be perfectly honest Mr. Phantom," the older of the two girls said, "we're not entirely sure ourselves."

"Yeah," piped up the hug-happy girl. "We just sort of wished that we could be here and then all of a sudden things started spinning and…"

The two girls stopped and looked at each other. Some form of revelation as to their sudden appearance began to dawn on their faces. Erik, on the other hand, was just plain confused.

"Aw crap," the younger one said. "Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap."

"Crap what?" Erik asked. "What the hell happened?"

"Well we're not sure of the logistics of the whole thing, but we think that we made a wish to be back here in this time, and then it just happened."

There was a slightly awkward moment of silence.

"You just wished for it and it happened?" Erik asked.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Well, that's a little…um…okay I'm sorry but that just goes against all laws of logic and reality."

"Excuse me," the hugging girl said, "but did you not hear my whole bit about reality and its occasional exception-making?"

"No," Erik said, "I was too busy being attacked and having my lungs crushed." 'And smelling your neck,' he thought to himself, but decided it was best to leave that bit out of the conversation.

"So now that we're here," the older girl said, "can we stay with you?"

"Of course," Erik said amiably.

"Really?"

"No."

"But why not?" the girls asked. "We won't be any trouble!"

"Your being here is trouble enough," he snapped. "I am in the middle of something very important, so if you don't mind I'd appreciate it if you'd just fly on back to where ever it is you came from."

Erik turned and walked back to his organ. The younger girl spoke up.

"Well then I guess we'll just have to go find the police," she said. "After all, I'm sure that they'd be more than happy to help us after we tell them where to find the Phantom of the Opera."

Erik stopped mid-stride and turned around to face the girls with fire in his eyes.

"Is that a threat?" he asked menacingly.

"Well it's not a singing telegram," the older girl said.

"Okay, who are you anyway?" Erik asked. He was just the slightest bit curious.

"I'm Jane," the younger of the two girls said, "and this is Hadley."

Erik stared at Jane and Hadley. They were soaking wet and dressed in elegant apparel. The youngest (Jane, he reminded himself) wore a blue dress with a squared collar which elongated her neck almost gracefully. The sleeves of the dress were cut off at the elbow and were lined with black lace, as was the front and back. The skirt flowed down to just around her ankles, showing off a pair of simple black boots. The eldest, Hadley, wore a dark emerald green dress with long sleeves and a curved neckline. It was also decorated in black lace, but the torso was covered in a darker green vest. The dress, like the one worn by Jane, went down to the ankles and was just short enough to show another pair of black lady's boots. All in all, they didn't look too bad, minus the wetness, of course.

Erik sighed. He was caught. If he turned them out then they would go to the police. But if he kept them, he was positive he would loose his sanity before the week was out. Then again, everyone thought he was insane anyway, so perhaps it wouldn't be that much of a difference. Just a little more killing.

"Alright," he said with a resolute sigh.

"You mean we can stay?" Jane asked, looking thoroughly pleased.

"Yes, you can stay," he answered. "But only until you have found a way to get back to where you came from. And if you do anything that even remotely bothers me, I will murder you in your sleep."

"Sounds fair to me," Hadley said. Jane nodded in agreement. Erik turned away and headed up the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Jane asked as she took a few steps to follow him.

"To bed," he answered. "Just don't touch anything and you won't wake up to death." Jane stopped following him up the stairs and he disappeared into his room. The two confused girl looked around and decided that maybe they should go to bed to, that way they could confirm if this was a dream or not.