Summary:

Elizabeth leaves her home to find work in the Paris Opera House. Erik is still pining over the loss of Christine. When Elizabeth runs into trouble, she is rescued by a most unlikely source and friendship commences. Erik finds, however, that he cannot get her out of his mind. The Marquis de Moulines has claimed Elizabeth as his, however, with the ring he gave her before she left. When she is forced to choose between a life with the Marquis and a life in Paris however, her choice weighs heavily on her shoulders. She knows whatever she chooses will affect her life greatly.

I might be selfish,
But I wish you were still here.
Or if you stayed,
For at least one more year.
-Eleanor

Prologue:

Somewhere in the rolling countryside of England, a baby girl was born to Elaine and Edmund Collins. A fallen French aristocratic lady and a poor man whose entire life had consisted of farming and basic education.

Elaine and Edmund looked upon their second daughter with pride and joy, while her four-year-old sister, Mary looked on in awe.

The baby girl had no more than a small mop of fine blond hair, but her eyes were bright green. She was a sharp contrast to her sister who had brown hair and hazel eyes. In the eyes of her youngest daughter, Elaine could detect an emotion that she had never before seen in a newborn baby.

"Elizabeth. I want her name to be Elizabeth, Edmund." Elaine said.

"Elizabeth Lisette Collins. It suits her." Edmund replied, gazing down at his daughter with love.

"Hello Lissie." Mary said softly.

They rejoiced and celebrated that night for four more years until tragedy overcame them.

Their happiness was not meant to last, as Edmund was arrested soon for treason. Since he was living in England with a French wife who had once been of the aristocracy, they believed him a spy. He fought valiantly, however, before they subdued him, and it gave Elaine enough time to escape with Mary and Elizabeth.

For the first time in over ten years, Elaine Lisandra Dymond-Collins set foot on French soil. She did not know at the moment, however, that by fleeing England she was condemning them to a life of servitude and poverty.

Meanwhile, a masked man performed magic tricks and illusions in Russia. He confounded them all with his illusions and ventriloquism and disgusted them with his face. His face that was half perfect and half deformed.

He met the Daroga Nadir of Mazanderan or Chief of Police, and journeyed with him to Persia where he built the shah a palace of tricks and earned the title of the Angel of Doom.

He entertained the khanum with torture chambers and deaths each one more horrendous than the next, before finishing the palace. He declined a harem and was fed poison, and escaped Persia.

The man aided Garnier in building the Opera House, secretly building a lair for himself beneath it, and taking residence there. He became known as O.G. or the Phantom of the Opera. No one knew his true name. Erik.

Erik longed for company, even though he had become used to solitude and Elizabeth longed for true love. She wanted someone to love her and to tell her she was beautiful even if she wasn't. She wanted someone who would love her irrevocably and unconditionally. Erik did not dare to hope for love. He believed no one could ever come to love him, with his deformity he believed he had lost any chance of ever being anything resembling normalcy.

A/N:

Please tell me what you think of the Prologue. I am only making this as an introduction and I assure you that the actual first chapter is much more interesting than this. I will post the first chapter within two days of posting the Prologue.