[I do not own Phantom of the Opera or any other references I might have used throughout the story] [This is my first fanfic so please be nice :P. Also, I have read a lot of fanfic of Erik having a daughter, this [one is a bit like theirs but with added tweaks. Sorry for any correction and I didn't add the LND to the [story just the movie version. Will be updated as time comes.]

Chapter 1

Eloise knew it wasn't going to be an ordinary day.

And her mother knew otherwise, her mother screamed at Agustin, their new jolly coach only 3 years older than Eloise. "Pardon me Mdm. Momigny, but the horses' needs to be fed every morning to ensure they can be used for the journey" Agustin explained, still in a jolly attitude. "Humph! Insolent boy! They are just animals! No more than a piece of leather or a fur coat!" , up in arms. "And as for you, Eloise, you are coming with me!" Momigny grabbed the pale pallor skinned 15 year old girl with dark black hair and green eyes, who was hiding her fear of being beaten again by her mother.

Eloise sat in a corner of the carriage seat, avoiding going too close to her mother's cold air.

"Madam-…mother, where are we going this late?" Eloise mustered the courage to ask, fiddling the ears of her small, soft, bunny toy. But she received no reply.

The road to their unknown location was bumpy, and once in a while Eloise finds her toy hopping away from her grip. "An unknown location and I am the only one with mother! What could we ever do? It's rare for me to go out or ride a carriage…I'm not sure with the world anymore…But…if ever, maybe...Mother finally notices the good things about me, as father always said." Eloise thought to herself…and in her fantasies her hand loosened its grip and up the bunny toy goes- and landed in her mother's lap.

stared at it, and with much grace, held it towards Eloise, dangling from her lace gloved hand. "Is this what your dear parted father left you?" with a hint of disgust in her voice, Eloise took the toy back and nodded silently. "He certainly has no good taste or whatsoever, even in his deathbed!"

"Even with women" Eloise whispered. "Excuse me?" "Nothing mother" Eloise replied bowing her head.

The carriage screeched to a stop. "What wrenched- AGUSTIN!" screamed.

"Yes, madam~?" Agustin chirped. "We have arrived, madam, might there be any problems?"he added. "Why yes, You're DRIVING. Tell me, does this glorious carriage look like an oxen's cart to you?" said . "Why of course not madam why on earth would I- "Nevermind Agustin! Get out of my way or we will be late for our appointment! screamed. That was when it struck Eloise; they were not going shopping or anything that unites a mother and daughter. An appointment, to a doctor, a psychologist to be in fact. His name is , and they were to have counseling. But why at night? Eloise shuddered in fear, she was perplexed to the thought of the dangers lurking around.

They walked inside the hall of the institution in quiet, quick steps until they reached a wooden door with the name of the psychologist written in big, gold letters. There were other doors before it, yet they were made of metal so no sound can be heard outside, to keep locked the people inside.

The wooden door creaked open and a man with chestnut brown hair and gray eyes appeared before the two ladies. "Dr. Beaumont, I have brought Eloise Momigny". "Ah, of course! Do come in." the man cheered. The room was simple, with a single coffee table , a long chair ,some shelves filled with books and a small footstool. " Little Eloise, we have a special room for you" the doctor smiled. He walked to a wall and peeled the paint, revealing a white door. Eloise stood back, "Mother, what-"

"Please dear Eloise" says , batting eyelashes with . "Do not worry ma chere! It will only be for a moment!" said Dr.Beaumont putting one arm over Eloise and opening the door with the other. "But-!" Eloise complained but he closed the door shut. Eloise stared at the darkness surrounding the room, she gripped her toy tightly to her chest. Strangely though, she found an eerie sense of comfort in the darkness and to her bunny toy, her only companion, who felt human enough to give her compassion beneath the buttons for it's eyes.

"No my dear, it is not nice to snoop to other people's conversations" Eloise whispered to her little bunny doll. "It could be dangerous! What if they catch me?" "Oh you silly rabbit! I know most people I know is cruel, but still-" Eloise looked at her toy. "Who am I kidding? Of course not you Mister Rabbit! You certainly know me well." Eloise leaned her ear in where she thinks the door is and closed her eyes.

"It's horrible!... no, orphanage would take her, all the other institutions are full…we couldn't send her to boarding school, either…yes, her father...my husband has passed away, a terrible thing for the eyes of a child! Relatives?...quite a few, but I have no contact whatsoever! Terrible, terrible…that child is. I do not have much hope..you see, I have 3 other daughters from another man ,I need to take care of them…responsibility…What? You have a room for her? Really? That's wonderfull! She would fit inside a lunatic asylum…especially with her…talents? Gifts,perhaps…you see, ever since she was a babe she has a troubled reality…I guess. I would say she is cursed or a…a …monster. Whatever it takes…yes…there is a deed to her father's riches but only if we could get wherever it is he put it…Misguided child? Hah! She brings a toy around her always!...of course good Messiur..

She couldn't make out the other words, but she heard what she needed. Her mother was abandoning her, in a lunatic asylum, no less. How could people do this to her? She has done everything she could despite their cruel attitude and cold stares. Her father could no longer save her. And once again she felt complete loneliness, her solitude…this time, it might be forever.

Can Eloise find a way out of this madness?

"If only…if only the Angel of music were true…as father's friend ,who is he? Daae? As he always told him…then maybe he could call the other angels and save me from this.." Eloise talked to her toy her voice faltering.

"Everything that makes you who you are will not leave you astray"

She whispered songfully.

Eloise know what she needs to do, as the lights appeared in darkness and the doctor appeared in front of her.

"Miss Eloise, it is time for your medication" he smiled and opened the lights to the room that kept Eloise.

There was a huge chair in the middle of the room that has red stains on it.

Two huge men went inside the room and grabbed Eloise. She tried to fight but the two men were stronger than her, they strapped her into the rotten chair."Don't try to fight ma chere" the doctor laughed in her face followed by the two men. "Now dear do you know colors?Yes? Can you tell me what color is the ink?" he held a piece of paper with number 3 written on it". Eloise could not respond. On her right one of the men pulled a table and placed different kinds of knives liquid and bottles on top. "Dear please answer, NOW". Eloise squirmed, the straps of the chair were old yet it needed a little more time to break. "LOOK AT ME!" the doctor shouted at her. Eloise screamed "RED! YOU USED RED INK! PLEASE LET ME GO!" The doctor laughed in her face. "Even an idiot can answer that!" he turned to one of the men "What color is the ink used?" he asked. "Black ,Doctor" the man answered. "Impossible! It is completely red like blood!" Eloise screamed. Her hand reaching for a small knife close to her." "So it is true! What your mother said!" the doctor laughed. "Boys if you would be so kind, you can leave now."The door shuts behind them.

"You are cursed..special" the doctor grinned at Eloise "so…different. Crazy wench " In a flip second, Eloise's hand escapes and stabbed the doctor's leg. Eloise managed to cut the straps, and ran outside the room, leaving the screaming psychologist unable to walk. Eloise ran to the halls of the asylum, unsure where to go. She ran until she heard footsteps running down to her. She found a small broken window and broke the glass. She knew she has to run away from this place, from her mother, from ran until she reached a station and hitched a ride in an old cart driver's only mode of transport.

"Where are you going, little one?" "to Paris!"said Eloise, where her father used to go when travelling.

When she arrived in Paris, It was already midnight. She walked the dark street covered in mud and blood still clenching her bloodied toy with knew she need a place to stay, even for just a night ,but who would ever accept her into their homes? Eloise walked a bit further until she found a small opening leading to a small chapel inside an opera house, the one called Opera Populaire.

She slipped in, made sure no one was around and took a look at her wounds "More scars" she told her toy and her temperature strung high. "More and more scars" she whispered and lay fast asleep.

She is not aware that somebody has been watching her when she entered the chapel. A tall figure of a man whose half of his face is covered.