The Phantom of the Opera 2
The Parent Generation-
Erik- The Phantom
Christine De Chagney- Trains the Chorus
Raoul- Deceased
Meg Giry- Trains Ballet
Gillies Andre- Manger of the Opera Populaire
The Present Generation-
Gabriel- The new Phantom (Erik's child) Age 19 –Back of the neck Black hair stormy blue gray eyes.
Laurent- The new Phantom (Erik's child) Age 19- Back of the neck Black hair Green eyes
Rose De Chagney- Leading Soprano (Christine's daughter) Age 19- Brown hair light brown eyes.
Raoul De Chagney- Christine's son Age 19 –Light brown hair Dark brown eyes
Gustav De Chagney- Christine's Son Age 16- Blonde hair Blue eyes
Victoria Giry- Meg's Daughter Age 17 – Platinum Blonde hair blue eyes
Dominique Rousseau- Main Ballet Age 19- Black hair Pale blue eyes
Destena Rousseau- Main Ballet Age 18- Black hair green eyes
Charlotte Lacy-Main Ballet Age 18- Red hair Green eyes
Christina Lacy- Main Ballet Age 19-Red hair Blue eyes
Justice Millianna- Main Ballet Age 18-Blonde hair blue eyes
Victorie Millianna- Main Ballet Age 19- Dirty blonde hair gray blue eyes
Veronica Millianna- Main Ballet Age 20- Blonde hair blue eyes
Vanessa Andre- Main Ballet Age 18 – Black mid back hair Blue eyes
Meg De Chagney- Main Ballet/ Christine's Daughter Age 17-Dark brown hair blue eyes
Joseph Carmana- New Raoul Age 19- Blonde hair Brown eyes
James Carmana- Age 18- Brown hair blue eye
Chapter One
The Phantom watched as the boat slowly drifted across the shimmering lake of glass. Watched as it carried away Christine. His Christine. Once the boat was out of sight he turned and grabbed a candlestick and smashed it against a mirror, shattering it. Moving on he broke another and another until he came to one that opened into a passage. Through that passage he would be safe. Through that passage they would not find him. He looked back. But maybe he wanted to be found… Shaking his head he pushed aside the velvet and stepped into the passage, taking one last look back at the hellhole that had been his home since he was brought to the Opera house. He dropped the velvet and began down the passage. He would not be found unless that's what he wished, and that's how it stayed for many years………
FOUR YEARS LATER
Christine smiled happily as the nursemaid handed her, her son. Gustav De Chagney. Named in memory of her father Gustav Daae. She looked around to see her other three children surrounding her husband, Raoul the Vitcomte De Chagney. She looked at each of her children, Rose and Raoul, Meg, and her youngest Gustav. She looked to her other side to see her good friend Meg Giry looking at her happily, holding her one year old daughter Victoria. As she finished looking around she realized there were three people missing. Erik, Gabriel, and Laurent. 'I feel terribly about lying to Raoul.' She thought guiltily. 'I wish he could know' she thought sadly. Smiling again she looked down at her new son. 'Oh well I suppose I'll have to be happy enough with his not knowing. After all I do have a new son to worry about'
ONE YEAR LATER
Christine clutched Raoul's hand as he lay dying in his bed surrounded by his children, even the youngest, the year old Gustav. He had contracted an infection that had slowly traveled through his blood stream until finally reaching his heart. After one very slow year of him losing the use of his legs, followed by his arms, and now almost his speech. That slow year had been nothing but torture to the dying Vitcomte. He had lived out a good life and could finally rest in the peace he deserved. Using what was almost his last breath he slowly choked out his final words. "Christine I love you." Before he took a last shaky breath and then squeezing Christine's hand one last time his heart stopped and the Vitcomte De Chagney was no more.
FOURTEEN YEARS LATER (PRESENT DAY)
Vanessa and I hurried down the spiraling staircase quickly. We were once again late for rehearsal. We hastily rubbed the toes of our Pointe shoes into the chalk before hurrying to our positions as Madame Giry called out roll call.
"Vanessa Andre?"
"Present!" She called out, out of breath.
"Meg De Chagney?" Meg silently raised her hand.
"Victoria?"
"Here"
"Charlotte and Christina Lacy?"
"Here" They said at the same time.
"Justice, Victorie, and Veronica Millianna?" Each of the Millianna's raised their hands.
"Dominique and Destena Rousseau?" Destena raised her hand.
"Present!" I called out from behind Vanessa. Madame Giry nodded as each one of us proved present.
"Well, as you are all present, we shall begin instruction of new dances for the re-production of Hannibal. Now, as always, Rose De Chagney will be the lead soprano, and you shall be the ballet and chorus, so we have a lot of work to do," Madame Giry explained. "Miss Daae and I must split what little time we have to train you, so I expect none other than the best from all of you." She cast a quick glance at her daughter, Victoria who glowed with pride.
"But, Madame Giry, we always give our best." Destena said as she looked to her fellow dancers. "Well, most of us," She corrected as her eyes landed on myself and Vanessa. We both shot her a look as Madame Giry began to show us the first steps of the beginning of the ballet for act two. 'We do fine. We were probably some of the best here. Or at least better than Destena.' I thought glaring at her as we moved on to the second step. Madame Giry hit the bar in between Vanessa and me.
"Concentrate Dominique."
"Sorry Madame Giry" I said looking down.
BENEATH THE OPERA HOUSE
"Laurent! FOCUS!" My father yelled as I failed once again to hit the notes he was trying to have me sing.
"Father, he can't sing. Why don't you focus on my singing skills?" My twin brother Gabriel said in his 'I-rule-the-world-because-I-can-sing' voice.
"I can to sing, Gabriel, just not well," I said sadly.
My father put his hand on my shoulder reassuringly. "You will be able to sing. Not everybody can have the talent your mother has."
I looked at him, confused. "Father?" I asked.
"Yes, Laurent?" He said.
"May I go up?" I asked in a shaky voice.
Gabriel scoffed, "Father, he'll ruin everything. Remember last time? You had to talk to mother to make her tell the man who saw him it was a ghost."
My father thought for a moment, "If you can be extremely careful and sneak a hello to your mother for me and not be seen by anyone else, then yes, you may."
I carefully considered what he said then, "I am your son, I'm sure I could pull that off."
BACK AT REHERSALS – VANESSA'S POV
"Alright," Madame Giry said "This concludes today's rehearsal. On to Ms. Daae the lot of you."
Dominique and I quickly made our way to catch up with the rest of the girls.
"Why does Destena always look at us when she says that?" I asked. Dominique shrugged.
"Maybe she thinks if she puts us down we'll be as bad as her." She said. I nodded.
"Makes sense." Our conversation continued until we were shushed by Ms. Daae.
"Alright girls." She began "As you probably already know the Opera Populaire will be performing the opera Hannibal……" She broke off staring behind us.
"Vanessa. Look." Dominique whispered tapping my arm. She was pointing to a seemingly empty space beneath the beams.
"What?" I asked confused. I didn't see anything but old props.
"Look. That boy. Next to the old poster. Don't you see him?" I looked harder suddenly seeing a boy about our age who looked like he was trying to hide behind the Il Muto poster.
Pulling on my arm Dominique tried to get me to follow her. "Come on Vanessa!" She whispered starting to sneak off towards the old props. "Come on. We have to go see who he is."
"Dominique! Wait!" I said glancing back at Ms. Daae who seemed also to be staring at the boy. "I don't think we should leave. Ms. Daae is looking over there. What if we get caught? We already get into enough trouble." She shrugged.
"Fine. Stay here. You never cared about getting caught before. What? Do you think he's a ghost?" She teased.
"No!" I said defensively. "I just…I don't want to get caught."
"I think you're just chicken!" Dominique teased.
I went red in the face and ran ahead of her. "Who's the chicken now?" I whispered as I moved silently around the old and broken props.
She started laughing, "Be quiet or he'll hear you!" She whispered to me.
"Oh, I'm fine. I'm more worried about falling off here. We've never been up here with more than us and we don't know how much this thing can hold." I felt myself getting more nervous with every step I took closer to the mysterious figure in the shadows.
"DOMINIQUE! VANESSA! GET DOWN FROM THERE, YOU'LL FALL AND KILL YOURSELF!" Destena yelled just to get us caught.
"Dominique! Vanessa! What were you thinking!?" Ms. Daae asked.
"Ms. Daae, you saw him too!" Dominique and I said at the same time. I gave Dominique my keep-her-busy-I'll-look look.
Dominique got my queue. "Ms. Daae, we'll be down in two seconds." She kept our oblivious instructor busy while I moved after the shape that was now running.
"Wait!" I whisper-called after the boy. Too late, he was gone.
"Did you find out who he was?" Dominique whispered as we climbed down. I shook my head. She shrugged.
"Oh well." She smiled. "I guess this'll stay an unsolved mystery….."
"But?" I asked.
"But if we see him again then it won't stay unsolved for long." She finished.
UNDER THE OPERA HOUSE.
I ran to the place I had called home since the day my miserable life had started.
"Did anyone see you? What did your mother say? Are her children anything like that other boy?" My father threw questions at me faster than I could answer.
"No one saw me, mother says hello and she loves us all, and Rose looks exactly like her, Meg looks like her father but is like mother, Raoul is strange but sweet and Gustav is still too young to tell."
"Good, good. I always trusted you." My father said patting my shoulder.
I smiled. 'I hate lying to you father, but you'd never let me up again if you knew they saw me.' I thought guiltily.
Gabriel walked in from sitting at our old piano. "You managed not to get seen? This is a miracle. I'm proud little brother."
I scowled, "I'm the same age as you, Gabriel."
Father cut in, "Laurent, Gabriel, stop arguing. This is a time for celebration. Your mother has seen Laurent for the first time in a long time."
We all smiled and went back to what we usually do when we can't go to the top.
AT THE BALLET DORMITORIES- DOMINIQUE'S POV
"Lights out ladies!" Madame Giry called as we each blew out our candles.
A little later Ms. Daae walked though the dormitories glancing around looking slightly nervous. I looked over to Vanessa only to find she was already sleeping. I quickly got up and tiptoed after Ms. Daae silently. She had gone back to where we had practice and was by the old props. I hid behind one of the props watching as the boy from earlier walked over to her.
"You were almost caught again Laurent!" She scolded quietly.
"I'm sorry mother." He said quietly bowing his head. "Please don't tell father."
She sighed. "I suppose we can keep this our little secret for now. But if you get caught again your father will be the first to know."
"I understand mother." He said his head still bowed.
"Good." She said nodding. "Now go back to your father and brother and make sure not to be seen." She turned and began walking back towards the dormitories. I hid father behind the poster and she passes without noticing me it seemed. The boy, Laurent, was still standing there watching her retreating figure. He turned and began to walk away. I knew where Ms. Daae would be going so I chose to follow him instead. I quietly snuck out from behind the prop and followed him. I was led through a winding labyrinth to below the Opera house. After what seemed like hours he came to a place filled with candles and various artifacts.
"I'm back Gabriel." Laurent called. A boy identical to Laurent turned around.
"It's about time… Why did you bring a girl?" He asked looking straight at me. He looked like a miniature version of the phantom Gustav told us about. I froze and looked around for a way out. There's no way I could get out on my own. I knew I should have woken Vanessa up! Laurent turned. As soon as he saw me he grabbed my arm and half dragged me up to where his brother was.
"Let me go!" I demanded struggling.
"Who is she?" He said without looking at me.
Laurent looked me over. "Dominique Rousseau from the main ballet and chorus. Pretty little thing."
Gabriel began to turn towards us. "I doubt…." He began. He was staring at me now with a look in his eyes I couldn't recognize. It was beginning to make me nervous.
"Let me go." I said yanking my arm free of Laurent's grip. I folded my arms across my flimsy nightgown.
"I want to go back to the dormitories." I said.
Gabriel walked up behind me resting his hand on my neck. "Then you should've never left Ma Ange." He said quietly. He gave a quick squeeze to the pressure points in my neck and I passed out.
GABRIEL'S POV
I caught her falling form and carried her bridle style towards Laurent's and my bed and lay her down.
"What a sense of Deja'vu." A voice said from behind me. It was father. I turned quickly.
That was me and your mother once a long time ago." He said amused. I understood what he meant.
"No it's not like that!"
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "Then why didn't let her leave or bring her back to the dormitories unconscious so she thought it was a dream?"
"I… It's not like that!" I said walking quickly over to the piano. I began playing a fast song signaling that I was not listening any more.