THIS IS A PHANTOM OF THE OPERA/ LOST GIRL FANFICTION. IT IS DIFFERENT FROM THE ORIGINAL STORYLINE BUT I AM STILL GIVING CREDIT. I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS I JUST BORROW THEM.
THAT BEING SAID, I AM STILL ON THE FENCE ABOUT POSTING THIS BUT I LIKE FEEDBACK. SO HAVE A READ OF THE FIRST CHAPTER. THIS IS A DOCCUBUS STORY SO DON'T BE DISCOURAGED BY THIS FIRST CHAPTER.
THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT AND ENJOY!
From her hideout from beneath the Opera house, the brooding phantom listens to the bickering between the new owners of the establishment and the star of the show. The phantom tries not to grin at the dramatic meltdown the star has over the 'mishaps' that continue to happen throughout the rehearsal, but then again that's exactly what she's been wanting to happen. That's what the phantom does. Sabotage the Opera house. Her Opera house. That is what happens when you do not agree to her terms. Bad things happen if and if you are lucky enough, you will live to see them. If not…
But just when the phantom thinks the show will not go on, she hears a voice that seems to change everything. XXX
"Is that them?" The blonde mutters as she continues to dance to the constant drumming. The brunette shrugs her shoulders and continues with the routine as well, but keeps an eye discreetly on the two figures eying everyone through the opera house.
Both have dark brown hair, the woman's is long and put it a bun that is done perfectly. Not a single hair out of place. The man is taller than most and looks to have a build of some of the stars on the stage. She briefly wonders if he has done any shows himself. Both seem to have an heir to the throne persona and the way they keep their held head high confirms it.
"Such beauty. Especially for just a dancer." Madam Evony Marquise clicks her tongue watching the young women dance so seductively. This is the first time that she and her business partner, Monsieur Lachlan Lifytt, have taken on a project so demanding. Neither one of them know much about running an opera house, but definitely enjoy the social status it will bring them. And nothing makes more money that the entertainment industry.
"Ah, yes. Most of the ladies here thrive to be a part of such a notorious show. Each one very dedicated and very eager." Monsieur Vex Giry states following the Evony's eyes. "My girls do not disappoint and work hard every day to keep it that way."
Monsieur Lachlan hums watching them carefully. But footsteps in the main aisle captures his, along with everyone else's, attention. "Monsieur Thornwood! So glad to see that you have made it!"
The four big wigs seem to get caught up in conversation, too busy to notice the stunned brunette who completely stopped dancing. Her blonde friend appears at her side with a small nudge. "What is the matter, Bo?"
"It's him, Tamsin. Dyson, my childhood friend. I haven't seen him since my father's funeral." Bo smiles when Dyson walks past her, but he doesn't even acknowledge her. She gives a sad smile, "I was a fool to think he would recognize me."
Tamsin rubs her back to comfort her, "He just didn't see you." But the conversation was interrupted when the ropes from the raptors are tampered with, dropping many of the heavy props, inches away from the star's head. The act causes the star to fall face down onto the wooden stage unceremoniously. No one but Monsieur Vex noticing the envelope falling to the floor, with the maroon waxed stamp.
Kenzington Demontes gets to her feet and stomps straight for Evony and Lachlan and bellows, "I QUIT!"
Both Evony and Lachlan listen to the rant from the star as she complains about the Opera Ghost, and how she is tired of it. The two newbies turn to Vex who just says, "Gravel…Gravel gravel!" of course nothing the two owners managed to offer her, Kenzington refused and left, shouting with each step she took.
Watching the horror on the two faces that owned the opera house, Vex decides that there is no time like the present. "It seems the Opera Ghost has welcomed you. This is what is expected from you guys."
"Enough with the damn ghost stories! I am not giving a 'ghost' a cent of my hard earned money!" Evony growls out and rips the letter into pieces, letting them all fall to the floor.
"A full house, Evony! We are going to have to refund a full house!" Lachlan begins to pace back and forth, holding his face in both hands. But Vex not being the amateur many were in this profession, had a plan. "Miss MCorgin can sing it, Monsieur.'
Evony laughs and looks at the young woman incredulously. "A chorus girl? Oh don't be silly, she is just a dancer." Vex runs his mustache a few times and gives the two a charming look. "Isabeau has been taught well. I assure you, she is very talented and more importantly, she knows the part." He motions for Bo to stand forth for Monsieur Lachlan and Madam Evony to get a better look.
"Well she is very pretty." Lachlan says and waves his hand to give it a go. "This is useless." Is muttered, but that is all Evony gets out as Isabeau opens her mouth to sing.
Think of me, think of me fondly
When we've said goodbye.
Remember me, once in a while
Please, promise me you'll try.
When you find that once again you long
To take your heart back and be free
If you ever find a moment
Spare a thought for me.
The sound of Isabeau's voice traveled throughout the entire house, stopping everyone in their tracks. The sound was so peaceful and intriguing that no one dared to do anything other than watch how beautiful this shy woman sing.
But unbeknownst to them, the sweet voice traveled into the deepest and darkest parts of the large opera house. A place where the dark soul that has called home for many years now.
She couldn't believe hearing the echoing voice as it reaches her ears, that she felt something that she didn't know still existed with in her. Something, a monster like herself, shouldn't feel.
Far too soon the enticing melody stopped and had the Phantom craving for more. Knowing that this unknown woman will perform tonight, she took a breath and tried to relax. As much as she wants to find the beauty that penetrated her lair, the phantom knows that she will have an excellent balcony view, reserved just for her.
XXX
Switching Bo to the lead had the staff hustling to make certain adjustments to the wardrobe. The woman has a completely different body type to the stick figure that was Kenzington. But Bo was curvy and a little taller, not to mention a little busty in her top half. So as Vex coached the staff, he noticed Monsieur Thornwood up at the balcony closest to the stage.
From what he understood at the introduction between them, was Dyson Thornwood is Monsieur Lachlan's close friend. They both attended college together and have been supporting one another for years. But as you can tell just by looking at them, Dyson is much better off in his success.
"Just make sure this show stays clean, Isabeau. I don't want to see the girls completely on display." Vex says sternly pointing at the impressive cleavage. Bo bites her lip to keep from laughing and nods instead. Happy with her answer, Vex makes his way up the stairs and to the reserved balcony in search of Dyson.
Dyson senses a presence behind him and opens his arms facing the stage. "Such a wonderful view, isn't it? I'm surprised you don't sell these seats." He turns and notices Vex's unreadable expression. "No worries though, I've already set claim to it.'
Confident in his words, Vex objects. "My apologies, Monsieur Thornwood, but this booth is already spoken for. But I can find you a more suitable one- "
"No, that won't do. I'll be taking this one.' Dyson cuts him off, defiantly and sits down with his legs resting off the edge.
Vex sighs, all too familiar with the stuck up type of people. But none of that should matter, especially if it is something that could potentially be a life of death situation. "The Phantom of the Opera is real. This is her place and we just rent it out, no matter what a piece of paper says. We follow her demands and no one gets hurt. That's how it's always been.'
Dyson laughs and stand up to smack Vex friendly on his shoulder. "You don't honestly believe in ghosts, do you?"
Vex stays calm even know the phantom has eyes and ears everywhere, probably angry with being dismissed so easily. And it's not wise to insult such a dark soul. "Don't say I didn't warn you, Monsieur."
Dyson watches Vex walk away looking upset, but can't find a reason to care. Ghosts don't exist. And he definitely won't give up the best seat in the house for a childhood story. He takes the reserved sign and tosses it over the edge without a second thought.
Later that night as the curtain opens, the phantom keeps hidden as she wanders around the raptors and makes her way to her balcony. But she pauses as she notices several guards and a man with a scruffy beard in her spot. She seethes and turns back to hide in a dark spot from above. "Looks like they could use a friendly reminder of whose house this is." She gives a final glare to the bearded man, "It is not your time, yet."
Before she acts on her prey, a drunken backstage predator, the phantom hears her. She is mesmerized by, not only her voice, but how truly beautiful this woman is. "What a natural…" she breathes out as she begins to finish her set. The unknown brunette is born to be a star and the phantom will play first hand on getting her there.
Flowers fade, the fruit of summer fade
They have their seasons, so do we
But please promise me that
Sometimes
You will think
Ah Ah Ah Ah
Ah Ah Ah Ah
Of me!
The crowd stands with a roar of applauses, throwing flowers at the feet of the rising star. Bo stares shocked at the crowd, unable to believe that they are cheering for her. Hearing a loud 'Bravo!' from the balcony next to her, she makes direct eye contact to her childhood friend. He gives her that same smile that she would fantasized about as a young girl and the rest of the crowd seems to fade into the background.
Soon Bo was escorted to her room, complimented the entire walk there. "Vex! Can you believe it? I feel like this has all been a dream."
Vex walk to her and kisses both of her cheeks. "I can, love. I knew you had it in you." He gives her an amused look and hands her a single red rose with a black satin bow wrapped around the stem. "She left this for you."
Bo tentatively takes the blooming flower with wide eyes, "You mean… The Phantom?" Vex nods and hands her a note as well. "You must have left one Hell of an impression. I've never hand delivered anything like this before." With that Vex takes his leave, but is bumped on the way out by someone.
Dyson pats Vex on the shoulder, and apologizes as he slips in the room. He sees Bo smelling a red rose and smiles at her innocence. "Little Lottie let her mind wander." Bo puts the rose down and watches Dyson make his way to her. "You remember that?" She asks with a crinkle in her eyebrow.
Dyson puts his bouquet for her down with the others and continues. "I remember a lot of things."
The two childhood friends chatted animatedly, reminiscing about the times before they were ripped apart. None wanted to talk about that, only what they were doing now. Bo embarrassed at her earlier years, only vague mentioned her friends from the opera house. Nothing else was important. "I still can't believe you are here." She tells him, but his eyes are focused on a maroon waxed stamp on the white envelope.
Dyson laugh and takes the letter. "And I can't believe you believe is this absurd ghost story." His laughter echoes in the room, but Bo just takes the unread letter back from him. "Trust me Dyson, the Phantom is not tall tale. It is best not to upset her."
"You are all obsessed. Trust me, the Phantom is a myth." There is no anger in his voice, he is just exhausted hearing about it.
Bo rather not pick a fight so just lets it go. "Will you be staying in town for a while?" Dyson smiles and stands up to kiss Bo on her forehead. "Absolutely. I'm not going anywhere again." He promises and walks out of the room.
Dyson and his guards make their way to their carriage to get to the hotel. He didn't realize how late it actually was, buy was obvious by the few cleaning staff that were still lingering in the hallways. Suddenly a scream filled the halls and Dyson is stopped by a frightening sight.
Just outside of the lobby door, is a man with a noose around his neck, hanging from the chandelier. The thing that puts a chill down his spine though, is the crumpled reserve sign attached to the man's chest with an additional message.
Still don't believe in ghosts, Monsieur Thornwood?
Meanwhile back in her room, Bo takes a long shower and replays tonight's events. While somethings should we change during the next performance, overall she was happy with how the show went. To think of how the audience cheered for her still made her feel somewhat hyper. But what makes her whole body shiver, is the one fan that would hide in the shadows.
Bo has heard many rumors about this Phantom of the Opera, but has been lucky enough not to cross her path. The dark ghost has killed people for disrespecting her wishes, and has left them out in the open to shame them. The Phantom is feared greatly by all. Although Bo knows all of this, she still feels a slight thrill to being noticed enough by her to receive a gift.
Realizing she never got to read the letter the phantom sent her, Bo rushes out from the steamy shower and throws on changes into a comfortable night gown. brushing her long wet hair, the brunette sits near her vanity and stares at the envelope. "Just do it, Bo" She encourages herself and drops the brush on the table and rips open the letter.
Dearest Isabeau,
It is a pleasure to finally put a face to the most incredible voice that has graced this opera house. I look forward to many many shows that you will, without a doubt, be the star in.
I am sure my reputation is indeed frightening, and I apologize for that, but as you know I can't turn back time. What I can do, is ask you to share a meal with me. It would be an honor to finally meet you in person.
I will be waiting patiently for your answer. Once again, congratulations on your debut performance.
Sweet dreams my lovely Angel
Xoxo Lauren
Bo reads and rereads the letter again, memorizing every word and trying to figure out what this note means. The only thing that Bo does know, is how wonderful that name seems to roll off her tongue.
"…Lauren…"