hey everyone! sorry i haven't updated my stories in like a thousand year. alot of stuff has been happening and i have come up with a bunch of new stories that I'll be writing when i have the chance. this is the first phantom of the opera story so if I've missed something in the story please tell me cause I've only seen the movie since i can't find the book...yet...THE SEARCH STILL CONTINUES!! anyways if you have any ideas please tell me. i might or might not use them so don't be pissed if i don't. hope you like this story.

review if you want

i don't own phantom of the opera, if i did then Erik would be happier... and i would be using the fop for a punching bag.

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Everyone knew what happened in the Opera Garnier the night it burned out. Where a young woman named Christine Daae had chosen her beloved and childhood friend Raoul, Vicomte De Chagny over the Phantom of the Opera. And how they escaped the devil's layer. From that day on the phantom was never heard or seen of again. Some people thought he had died in the fire that night. Others thought he committed suicide after losing his beloved. Maybe he die from a broken heart?

But if you listen closely to the hushed whispers of the night they say he's alive and well.

And in love.

When the police searched the opera house, they never found a body. Instead they did find, tied in a black silk ribbon with a crescent moon pendant attached to the knot, two roses.

One black as a sinners heart.

The other as red as blood.

The blood red rose was known to be a gift from the Phantom of the Opera. But the black one was an omen, a death message to some. A cry of help and love to others. It belonged to a young girl with ghostly pale skin, blackish red lips, straight black hair and who always wore black clothing. She had inhabited the opera house a year after Christine arrived. no one really knew her. She kept to the shadows at all times. Many questions came when she arrived.

Who was she?

Where did she come from?

Why was she there?

After the destruction of the Opera House people noticed something. Something was wrong. More questions floated through the streets of Paris. Never earning an explanation.

What happened to her after the incident in the opera house?

Like all good stories, I like to start from the beginning. After a ragging thunderstorm that claimed two peoples lives, but spared one. And with all good sad tales, I like to begin with two famous words.

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"Custody granted." Belowed the judge of the court room on that miserable grey and cold day. Madam Giry sat beside a young woman in front of the judge as he go her to sign the official documents of guardianship. After she was finished both women got up and left the room. Outside an open horse drawn carriage was waiting for them. Once they finally boarded the carriage with all the luggage place in it, which happened to be three black leather suit cases, the carriage started moving. Madam Giry looked at the young woman in front of her who was staring at her feet in deep thought.

'Nothing much has changed since i last saw her. She still shows no emotion. She still wears black. And she is still as silent as the dead.'Thought Madam Giry as she quickly scanned the young woman.

She wore a black velvet dress with long sleeves that attacked to her middle finger. The dress was only an inch off the ground when she stood, but pooled around her feet when she sat. the top was a black hard leather corset that was quite low in the front since it showed of her rather perfectly large breasts. Her skin was as pale as a corpse, like she has never seen a ray of sunshine in her life. Her long nails were painted black, matching everything she wore, even her black high heeled boots. Her black hair sat in a elegant but messy bun at the top of her head, in circled in black beads and a thin mini fishnet that draped over her face like a black veil. Her icy bright/dark blue eyes shone under her veil. Black eye liner and eyeshadow made them stand out even more. Her blackish red lips stayed emotionless for the entire trip to the opera theatre.

"Morgan, i know this is all the sudden and is probably difficult for you since your parents died three days ago but your parents will have left you the family fortune that you shall get but once business is taken care of. So you shall stay with me and meg at the Opera Garneir. You shall be given a job and are expected to do it on time. do you understand?" Madam Giry tried to look at Morgan's face to see if she understood.

"Yes Madam Giry. I understand perfectly since my parents did teach me how to do many things that our servents did. But may i ask you somethings?" Morgan asked while turning her gaze to the senery around them.

"Go ahead. Ask what you may."

"Where shall I be sleeping?"

"There is a room set up for you down the hall from Meg's room. I figured you would not be pleased if you were to have to sleep in the actual girls dormitory and have your room be covered from ceiling to floor in pink so i choose...appropriate decor for your room."

Morgan grimanced at the thought of have her room all in pink

"Anything else you need to know?"

"Ah yes, do you know what type of jobs i shall be doing?"

"Well since you have grown up in an enviorment with opera tastes you shall be a fill in for the Orcasta, dancing, and singing. but most of the time you shall be working backstage since i know you hate being the center of attention."

"Okay. My last question is about the opera house itself."

Madam Giry meet Morgan's gaze. She got an uneasy feeling about the last question. Morgan put a slight smile on her lips. Never a good sign.

"Is it true that the Phantom of the Opera live within the walls of the Opera. Or perhaps underneath the Opera?"

There it was. A slight glimmer of curiosity in her eyes and the small smile on her lips became a noticeable smirk after seeing the shock in Madam Giry's eyes.

"How did you know?"

"Mother always told such good stories about him."

Before Madam Giry could press anymore the carriage stopped in front of the Opera Garnier and Morgan's smile and glimmer disappeared under her emotionless mask. The carriage man helped move the suitcases off of the carraige as the women got off. Morgan carried two suitcases as Madam Giry picked up the smallest one that seemed to be the lightest. They entered from back and Madam Giry put the luggage quickly into Morgan's room before showing Morgan to the front stage where all the singer, dancers and actors and actresses were rehearsing for the upcoming play next month. All the sudden there was a horrible screeching sound that came from a women who has used to much make up and wore a bright red puffy dress. It seemed that everybody was trying but failing to ignore the sound. She suddenly stopped when Madam Giry everybody to stop what they were doing and listen.

"Whut do you wunt?! I wus practicing for ze play coming up! Do you wish fur me to forgetz my linez und mess op?!" Yelled the woman in the puffy red dress.

Madam Giry completly ignored the woman and continued.

"Everyone, this is Morgan Havencroft. From this day forward I am her legal guardian. She shall be living int the opera house and i expect you to be kind and respect her. She has been through a rough time lately so be kind. Sh-"

"Zo we are picking op street rautz now? Why caun't thiz filth ztay wizth someone else?" the woman in the puffy dress spat out and interrupted Madam Giry. There was a spark of hatered in Morgan's eyes as she walked toward the woman.

"Escuze me ma'am? but what is your name?" Morgan asked in a calm and sweet voice. She had a kind smile on her lips.

"I am ze great Carlotta! Ze diva of ze Opera here!" Carlotta told in pride.

"Well i do hope your voice does heal, you shouldn't sing so much."

"my voice iz perfectly fine!"

"No it's not. Your voice is so awful when you just started 'singing' my ears started to bleed. I've heard toads and crows who sing better that you."

"WHY YOU INSOLENT LITTLE BRAT!" Carlotta strode over to Morgan and raised her hand to slap her. Morgans face went back to holding no emotion as she ducked Carlotta's hand and spun around and did a round house kick to Carlotta's stomach. Carlotta flew back and fell with a loud thump onto the stage. Morgan regained her composure as many face turned to shock at what she did. She faced Madam Giry who's face showed only a slight bit of surprise at what Morgan did.

"Madam Giry, if you don't mind i would turn in early to put everything away and get some sleep since it's been such a long day today." said Morgan as she started walking back to her. Madam Giry turned to lead the way to Morgan's room. They were soon at her room and on the round table next to Morgan's bed was a sealed letter with a blood red wax skull sealing it and a blood red rose tied with a black ribbon beside it. Madam Giry face had tirned white and quickly shut the door as Morgan picked up the letter. She opened it and read silently so only her and Madam Giry could hear.

Dear Morgana Havencroft:

I am please to see that you have arrived safe and sound to my Opera Theatre. I hope that you will enjoy your stay here and everything is fine for you. I did happen to catch your show with Carlotta and i must say i am very impressed that someone finally dealt with her, but i must warn you that she shall try to make your life miserable while your here. So be careful.

Sincerely,

O.G

Morgan had an amused expression on her face as she finished reading the letter.

"Madam Giry, it seems that you know of the Phantom? Tomorrow if you do not mind I would like you to deliver a letter to him."

"I certainly will not! You have to stay away from him! He's very dangerous!" Madam Giry walked and opened the door but before she left she whispered 'goodnight' to Morgan who said it back louder that Madam Giry did. Once she had shut the door and Morgan sat on her bed and looked around her room. The room were made of a dark cherry wood as well as all the other furniture. A large window was beside her bed and was covered by thick dark purple drapes that blocked out all the light from the fading sun. her bed and pillows were also black. There was a rather large desk across the room, facing the wall. Beside it was a full body mirror and a fire place beside that. A closet was kitty cornered about three meters away from her bed and beside that was a small vanity dresser made from silver. And a love seat couch was at the foot of the bed facing the fire place. beside the door was a bookcase. She figured that Madam Giry put it in there for her. Morgan got up and pulled her luggage onto her bed. One that she open contained all her clothing and a small sewing machine and a sewing box. The second one contained books, paper, ink, quills and a small kit containing colored ink, paint and other things. The third contained a small black and white picture of her parents, herself, Meg and and Madam Giry. The picture was taken a month before when she and her parents had visited them. A silver a Wicca pendant that her mother gave her when she was born, claiming herself to be Wicca. the last thing in her bad was a black music box.

She had put everything away and lit a fire now that the cld was setting in her room. she switched from her black dress and put on a loose black nightgown. Her hair cascaded down her back to her thighs. She took a book from the bookshelf and began reading it. The fire's light flickered against the book reading it out to be 'Romeo and Juliet'. She had lit a dark blue candle beside her before she be started reading. the large clock tower gonged 1:30 in the morning before she doggy eared the page, blew out the candle and went to bed.

But during the night she felt someone watching her.

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hoped you like the story!! :) if you're wondering why Carlotta is speaking like that it's because, and if i'm correct she has that accent. some say it's Spanish and some say it's french and can't truly remember cuz i haven't seen the movie in quite some time but i will soon. they make fun of her speech so...yeah...

anyways please comment cause i need to know if i've done something wrong.

-Dark soul 1313 out! :)