Hey everyone! This is my second Phantom of the Opera fic, and I am currently simultaneously writing this story as well as my other Phantom of the Opera fic, which is called 'Forever'. If you wanted to check it out that would be awesome! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this first chap...

Isabelle was sitting at her vanity, brushing her long, black hair, and wondering what tomorrow held for her. For years she had begged her mother to let her train at the Opera house, and tomorrow would finally be the day all of her dreams came true. Since she was only seven, Isabelle had been learning ballet with her private teacher, and now she would have the chance to put those skills on display at the opera! She imagined how great her life would be when she arrived at the Opera Populaire -dancing, singing, extravagent costumes, new friends, endless parties, sleepless nights- after living all seventeen of her years confined to her parent's country estate, she could finally spread her wings and leave the nest.

"Isabelle, dear"

Isabelle turned to her doorway to see her mother and father standing there looking as if something was worrying them.

Her mother walked into her room and sat down beside her. "There is something your father and I have been meaning to tell you, and now that you are seventeen, we agree that you are ready to hear it"

"What?" Isabelle asked worriedly.

Her mother looked up to her father as if asking for support. Sighing, Isabelle's father took her hand, "Isabelle" he cleared his throat before adding, "you are adopted"

Isabelle's face fell and she dropped her father's hand, she began to cry.

"Oh darling, it's alright, really, we love you and the fact that you're adopted won't change that." her mother said softly in an attempt to comfort her daughter.

Isabelle couldn't believe they had kept this from her, her tears turned from tears of sadness to tears of hatred. "How could you keep this from me for seventeen years?" she demanded standing up angrily.

"We did it for your own good" her mother insisted in that calm tone that was driving Isabelle mad. How could her mother act so calm while admitting to her daughter that she had been lying to her all of her life!

"No you didn't! You did it because you were scared for yourself! You were scared of how I would take it! Well guess what? Now that you've waited seventeen years to tell me the day before I leave, I am not going to take it well!" Isabelle screamed.

Her father stood up, gently taking her by the arm, "calm down Isabelle"

Isabelle ripped away from her father's grasp before bursting into tears again, "Don't tell me to calm down, I trusted you!" she screamed before running out of the room.

"Come back here!" Her father ordered, but Isabelle didn't care. She kept running until she was outside, frantically looking around she made the quick decision to jump bare back on her horse.

"C'mon Lily, let's get out of here" she mumbled to the horse, before they took off. Isabelle had no idea where she was going, all she knew was that she had to get as far away from her 'parents' as possible. She never wanted to see them again, she never wanted to see that house again. They weren't even her real parents, which also meant that somewhere out there, her birth parents had disowned her.

Without even meaning too, Isabelle realized she and Lily had rode all the way to the heart of Paris. Well, Isabelle thought to herself staring up at the looming opera house in front of her, I was supposed to come here tomorrow anyway, might as well see if they'll take me early.

Tying up her horse, she hesitantly pulled at the door handle, when it came open she peered in. As soon as she got her first glimpse in the opera house, Isabelle forgot all about her adoption and her eyes lit up with excitement. she closed the door behind her, it was absolutely magnificent! There was a grand chandelier hanging above the foyer, and the room seemed to practically shine. Isabelle felt so tiny standing alone in the middle of the huge room.

"Mademoiselle, can I help you?" a voice came from behind her.

Isabelle turned her head to see a wise looking woman poised at the top of the grand staircase, "Hello madame, my name is Isabelle Destler, I was supposed to come here tomorrow to train in the ballet academy but I came a bit early..."

A warm smile broke out on the woman's face as she descended down the stairs, "Well Miss Destler, welcome to the Opera Populaire. My name is Madame Giry, I am the head ballet mistress here. I would be happy to show you to the dorms"

Isabelle smiled eagerly as Madame Giry led her down the winding halls of the opera house. They stopped at a long room with multiple beds lining the walls. "Do you have any luggage?" Madame Giry asked in confusion.

Isabelle's smile melted as she remembered why she was here a day early, "No, I, uh didn't get the chance to pack"

Madame Giry knew something suspicious was going on with Isabelle, but didn't press her, "That's quite alright, I will have some fresh dresses delivered here for you then"

"Thank you, Madame" Isabelle was grateful she didn't ask questions.

Destler. Destler. The girl's name was Isabelle Destler. Erik's blood was practically boiling, there was only one Destler family in Paris he knew about, and that family was his. Had his parents adopted after they sold him? Perhaps they had another child? How dare this girl come to his opera house! He knew that she had no way of knowing that she wasn't welcome here, but it didn't matter. Erik was going to make sure she found out just how unwelcome she was.

Yay first chapter! How was it? Please review and let me know what you thought!