Beauty or Beast? That is the Question

by Jennarella

Rose is wanted fo murder back at home, now she must leave. she decides to go to the Opera popular in paris. but what happens when she meets the dark and handsome opera ghost? will rose give the phantom a run for his money? or will she be everything he could ever wish for and then some?

1. Chapter 1

Beauty or Beast? That is the Question

By: Jennarella

This is a Phantom of the Opera FanFic, I own nothing. (Well, except my imagination.)

Rated M to MA

Chapter I: Mad? Perhaps

Rain.

Rain was all I heard as I laid in my bed. 'Well, at least it's not them arguing,' I thought to myself as I remembered seeing my father slap mama across the face. He was drunk, and was accusing mama of sleeping around. He doesn't think I'm his daughter. With my bright silver eyes, natural while blonde hair, tall and slim stature, I look nothing like him.

He was very robust and short with fading red hair and brown beady eyes. He had a flat line for a mouth, and a caterpillar of a unibrow.

When you thought about it I don't look like mama either. Where she was short and flat as a board, I was tall, about 6', with big breast, D size. Mama has green eyes and brown hair, how I came out the way I did I will never know.

I had to get up and do something, otherwise I felt like I would go mad, or perhaps I already had. I crawled out of my bed and went to check on mama. My black silk nightgown swaying behind me.

Father had knocked her unconscious this time. I had moved her to the bed so that she would be comfortable. She was fine.

I continued down the hall to the living room where the piano was. I almost tripped on the body of my father on the floor. I looked down and decided to make sure he was dead. I mean how could he not be, I stabbed him at least 27 times in the back, then I left him to bleed to death.

"I should probably leave town." I said to myself. But where could a twenty year old who had just killed her 'father' go. I love music so that must be a big thing wherever I go. Then it dawned on me. I must go to the Opera Popular in Paris.

I quickly went to my room and packed all my things. I double checked to make sure I had my special staff paper that mama had given me for Christmas.

Once I was all packed I sat down and wrote a letter to mama.

Dear Mère,

I love you so, but I must leave you. I did kill Père, and I do not regret it one bit. He had it coming after all those years he treated you and me both.

Unfortunately, I cannot tell you where I am going. I do not wish to put you at risk.

Love Always,

Le Blanc Est Augmenté

Rose

I placed the letter on the piano, and out the door I went.

The first thing I did was go to the train station and boarded the first train to Paris. I got my seat and as I started to slowly drift to sleep I thought to myself, 'maybe I'll even get to be the leading saprana.'