Hellow my fellow readers!
Here is my new Phantom fanfic!
So once again a werewolf shapeshifter from our time enters the movie. However the plot line will be a little different from Somewhere. Erik will still go after Christine lol. Hope you enjoy!
I only own Saria!
Credits go to Andrew Llyod Webber and Gaston Leroux for making such Phantom of the Opera into such a huge success. Once again I only own Saria and her role through the story!

Saria's POV

If I told you I met the love of my life and mate from my favorite all time musical, you would probably think I was nuts. Well it's all true but before I start my tale I should introduce myself. My name is Saria Moore; yes I'm named after the character from Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time. I guess my mother thought the name was pretty. You see when I mentioned mate earlier you might think that's going overboard to call my spouse that. Well when you're not human it was appropriate. I was a shape shifter that took the form of medium sized black wolf.

Call me whatever you want I don't mind. You see I was born in to two wonderful parents in a simple pack of shape shifters that resided in Canada. I'm from America, but my parents thought Canada was prettier. I had no siblings so I was the light of my parent's life. However when I was only five my mother died to hunters. This devastated my father but I was his strength to continue on and raise me as a single father. I inherited my father's black hair but the only difference was it was wavy like my mother's had been. It was a mixture of curly and straight which was fine with me. I have my mother's eyes as do I have my grandmothers, the color of blue mixed in with grey.

My father had taken his role of alpha of our pack and I part of my upbringing was to get myself educated until the day would come I would take his place. The pack had a home schooling program in which I was enrolled. I was well liked by my fellow peers and my grades were good. When I entered the fifth grade was where I discovered a love for the violin. I didn't care if I had to pay my way with my allowance as long as I was able to play. Dad eventually gave in and the two of us agreed to an equal payment plan once a month combined with my allowance and what he made as a professor at the community college, he was a mathematics instructor. Whenever I played the violin I felt like a new part of myself was released. I wasn't good at first believe me, but over time in my opinion I think I was getting better.

Some people suggested I should sing since my voice was good in their minds. I brushed this off, one I didn't like to sing in front of others, two I think my voice was okay. When I turned 19 tragedy once again struck. Awhile back my pack brought in a lone wolf named Joseph. I didn't like him the moment he came into our pack. True enough he proved to be a trouble maker and he would break pack rules. He even went as far to try and rape a human female. This enraged my father since he was against such an atrocity. There was a pack meeting and only the council members were allowed to attend. I was there since I was getting close to becoming the leader of the pack. The discussion was about Joseph and that it was in the pack's best interest to leave.

However Joseph learned of this news and he had stormed into the meeting saying he wasn't going anywhere. He then shifted into his wolf form and my father did the same. The two of them got into a brutal and nasty fight. I begged the council members, the people I grew up with to stop this, but I was only told it was against the rules to get involved with a fight when an alpha was involved. Furious I phased into my wolf form and threw myself against Joseph's silver wolf form. I was simply tossed aside and just as I had gotten to my feet once more I heard my father's shriek and a second later the fight was over. Joseph's fur was stained with blood and he had the most evil wolf smirk I had ever lay eyes on. When he was off of my father, my father's wolf form was still. I knew he was dead and fury only fueled my desire to kill Joseph. Joseph however was stronger and he pinned me beneath him and he bit at my right eye and scratched it as punishment for standing up to him. After this I was taken to see our doctor and when I realized I could see out of my right eye I was horrified. I still could see out of my left but that didn't help. I was grateful to be alive but after that attack from Joseph I was now blind in my left eye and a scar that a single line under my eye was visible with two scratches going across it. Joseph then became our new alpha and the following years were hell. Joseph ruled our pack with cruelty and abuse. My pack members were either too scared to stand up to him or they got killed trying. Joseph took on a few mates, and by the time I was 29, I learned horrible news. I was to become his new wife and I sure as hell wasn't going to let it happen. I wasn't his true mate for god sakes. The night he came to tell me that I was going to be his new mate, I told him he was s**t out of luck. Of course this enraged him and he slapped me across the face and then pinned me down on the bed.

I knew if I didn't get out of there he would rape me, and I used my claws to scratch at his eyes. I then used my knee to elbow him where it hurt for a male and I ran for it. I phased into my wolf form and ran into the night. I don't know how fast I ran but as long as it would take me to get away from the monster that turned my life upside down. As I ran I thought of the Phantom of the Opera as I ran. My father had been still alive when I saw the 2004 movie. I always liked the Phantom since his lifestyle was sad. Even though I liked Christine she would make me mad because she had a man who loved her unconditionally and then you had Raoul who was her childhood sweetheart. During the years of Joseph's torment I would shut myself in my room to escape his cruelties. My violin had been stolen from me awhile back and I had a good feeling it was Joseph himself.

After he had blinded me he told me that he was the only one who could want me since I had a scar. The voice of the Phantom would heal those many nights of crying and loneliness. Now as I ran for my life the song of "Music of the Night" filled my ears. I don't know how long I ran but my body was getting tired and I knew I would need to rest. I found an old fox den underneath a fallen tree and I slept that night in the cold. My body wouldn't stop shivering. When dawn came I had heard the barks and howls of members of my pack closing in searching for me. Fear once more overtook me and I ran for it. My fear was so large I wasn't even paying attention to my surroundings. The woods that I ran through suddenly changed and I was suddenly in a city. The people I passed were dressed as though from a different time and place. Finally on the outskirts of the city exhaustion overtook me and I passed out.

Christine's POV

"Stop the carriage!" I shouted when I saw a woman unconscious on the snow covered ground. The carriage came to a stop and I got out of it rushing over to the woman. She had black wavy hair and she wore nothing but a pure white nightgown with straps at the shoulders. She was barefoot, but what made me widen my eyes was the massive scar that rested underneath her right eye. I made the driver help me get her into the carriage since she looked like she near death. When she was safely wrapped in a cloak in my arms I felt her pulse and I was shocked to feel how fast her heart was beating. This poor thing had been really scared about something.

"You are safe now" I whispered to her.

As though she heard me her heartbeat began to calm down. I smiled in relief and the carriage began to move once more.

Geez.
Talk about being a royal jerk face. I'm glad Saria got the hell out of there!