Phantom of the Opera
A/N: Ok, so phantom of the opera is one of my favorite musical of all times. I've read a lot of fanfics of Christine and Erik for a while and loved them. To all those phans (little pun XD) here is one of my ideas of the story. Tell me what you think of it, and be honest please. I don't care but I will like it pg rated. :) Love Erik and Christine.
The Beauty and the Phantom
Chapter one
The Two Roses
The sun was shinning brightly over the blue sky that everyone seemed to love. White clouds blowing with the light breeze of the early morning in this now quiet town. The trees ruffled slightly, making a soft melody to the world. Birds chirping their beautiful song of the first morning of fall, waking up a man in his late forties. His round face wrinkled from the years of his age. His blue eyes opening from the long night of sleep. He groaned and yawned like every morning, but then he smiled gracefully as he remember what today was. Today was a every special day. His lovely daughter, Christine, was turning seventeen today, and that made him smile even more when keeps thinking about it. Seventeen years of rasing her as best of a father could without the mother, but those seventeen years were precious to him. He will always hold them dear in his heart. The old man began to stand up, stretching his old, aching bones. Grunts were heard from the man, but he moved as if he never made the sound to begin with. The room was a bit dim for the curtains were still drawn closed, blocking any kind of light to flood in the small room that was on the top floor of his home. Him and his daughter live on a small farm that his father gave to him when he got married. He couldn't leave this place, because it was like leaving your heart behind.
The man let in a deep breath of the morning air, to begin a new with his life. He began to dress up for the day. He grabbed a white shirt and button it up, then grabbing green pants so he can tuck in his long shirt. He went to the small mirror in his room so he could comb out his hair before heading out his room. He could hear his daughter downstairs, making breakfast for the two of them. A smile had grace his wrinkled face. He went out his room, walking down to the kitchen. He stood a the door, watching his daughter cut up vegetables.
"Good morning father." Christine had noticed her father coming down the stairs from his bedroom moments before he walked to the door. Christine had just made the fire to make eggs and toast moving on the get the cutting board and knife. The light from the kitchen window shined down upon her, showing her father just how beautiful she has become over the years. Long brown curls going down pass her mid waist, smooth, and pale skin. Her smile was radiant with the sun. It won't be long till a man ask her hand in marriage and have children. To start a family of her own.
Much to his disappointment of having men drooling all over her already. Those men had one thing in mind though, thinking that women are just tools to pleasure them. If his daughter ever have a husband like that, he will make sure that man never breathe this air again. His daughter was no tool and he intend to keep it that way. He did not like seeing them gaze at his daughter's body like some prize to process either. He found that very, oh how do you say it, infuriate him. He has always been very protective over his daughter when she turned twelve.
"Good morning, little angel." He said in a rusty tone. Little angel was her nickname she had since she was very young girl. She had loved that name that her father call most of the time. He had always said that she looked like her mother, his angel Of his life. He had come up with that name at that moment, saying Christine was a little angel. Her mother had sadly passed away when Christine was born of a night of no moon. Her father still grieves for her, knowing that she will never the woman he had fallen in love. Christine gave him a warm smile to him, while setting up the table for two. "You must sit down my dear. I'll do the rest of breakfast, alright?" He spoke out, walking towards her way. Christine was reluctant of stopping. Before she could ever protest, he pushed her down on a chair at the table then he went to where the fire was that had the vegetables, eggs, and toast. Christine watched as he finished breakfast for them. "I'll be heading to the market today to get a few supplies there. Is there anything you want for your birthday, little angel?" He asked her.
"There is nothing I want father." She responded in a low tone leaning away from the table glancing at her hands placed om her lap. A tone that she uses when she did want something, but didn't want to be a burden. Something he was proud of, and somewhat irritated by it. He wants to know what she wants and what she needs in this life. He always knew that she was lying with that tone. She did want something, but didn't want to ask him for it. He brought the food over to the table when he got done cooking and placing it on plates for two. Then setting down the plate of toast and vegetables at the center of the table. Christine was looking down at the wooden table when he had come over there.
"My child, what is it that you want?" He asked again. Christine glanced up at him. "It is alright for you to have something. Just tell me what you want and I will find it for you." He said. Christine roamed her eyes over somewhere else. He sighed at this. He knew he will have to find a way to bring it out of her somehow. He doesn't want to use a stern voice, but he also doesn't want to beg her. He knew that begging will never get you anywhere in life. "How about this, little angel. I will get you one thing for today. Then the rest will be your wedding gift or christmas gift." He offered her.
Christine giggled when he mentioned wedding. "Oh, father. You barely let my friend Roual to come near me. What wedding are you supposing I will have?" She asked with a smile. Her father smile as well. They both chuckled at this, for they both knew how the father is.
"Any father who has a beautiful daughter such as yourself will act like this, little angel. I want to make sure you are well taken care of when I'm not around anymore. That is every father's dream for their daughters." He said out. Christine knew that he was looking at her mother at that moment, which made her sad a bit. She always wished that she had met her mother, but stories from her father will have to do for her. "I will have to kill every man who dares lay a finger on you that is provocative. That I swear it." He said to her. She smiled at him, happy to know that he was always there to protect her. "So what gift do you want for your special day, little angel?" He asked her again.
Christine thought about for a moment, something that she wanted. Something that she will remember even in her last breath that she draws, even if the gift doesn't last forever. She will always have it in her mind to keep. "I want two roses on one steam." She answered him. She reads a lot of books about two roses on one steam and how beautiful it was. She wanted to one herself for the longest time. Her brown irises shined with excitement of getting to see one in real life. The father was somewhat surprised by her answer, but smiled anyways that his daughter had answered him. He sat down across from her and started to eat with her after saying their blessings. The morning was peaceful for everyone. Christine's father was happy that she was happy.
He had headed out their little farm they have to go to the market place. He rode a black horse to get there quicker then going on foot to get to the market place in the village. A brown hat over his head with greying hair that grew pass his ears. A light jacket to put over him for he chilly air of the morning soon to be afternoon. The village was busy as always on a day like this when it is almost time for lunch. He just rode his horse quietly, not wanting any trouble with anyone. Women were carrying their children as they got the needed supplies to make dinner to the next few nights and breakfast the next few mornings. Men were hauling horse, with wagons attached to the back, to get them to go faster. Some other people were just standing or sitting at a bench, enjoying to cool weather, the beginning of fall that is coming to them. The father stopped in front to the meat shop, getting cow meat and chicken meat for dinner for tonight and tomorrow night. Then he got the flour, cheese, and the bread. All that he needed to get was his daughter's gift. He piled all his supplies to the bag that was attached to the horse. He patted her for a few moments before grabbing the bridle to lead her.
He walked to the flower shop, greeting the woman with a bow and the tip of his hat. She smiled warmly at him and curtsied to him with a pale blue dress that she wore. Long blonde hair reaching for her back curling at the end, her skin as pale as his daughter's. She was a beautiful woman to behold, but nothing compared to his lovely wife. She had on a necklace of a heart shape gold. He could tell that the necklace got passed down from generation to generation as it seemed a little rusted in some little spots, but still shined in the light. "Welcome kind sir. Who may these flowers be?" She asked smiling warmly at him. He smiled back at the middle-aged woman. He walked up to her, that was when he noticed how short she was. Maybe 5'1" at the most for her. She looked as if she was a life-size doll..
"Today is my daughter's birthday, and said she wanted two roses on one steam." He said. The woman nodded her head, and searched everywhere for that pacific roses. He watched her walk around the whole store, and even in the garden in the back of the shop. The old man felt bad for the poor lady. He wasn't sure if there was such a thing as two roses on one steam, but he was going to keep looking for it, for his daughter. The woman came back to him with a small frown to him.
"I apologies, but it seems I don't have that kind of rose." She spoke in a low whisper. He saw that she was about to cry and he quickly put a hand on her thin shoulder. The father smiled softly at her and gave her a nod.
"No apologies, madam. You searched the store, you mustn't worry too much about it." He began to turn when the lady lightly grab his jacket. He faced her again, concern written on his face. The middle age woman looked him in the eyes. They held determination.
"I know of a place where you might find that rose, but if you do go there, I must warn you. There is a dark creature who lives there. One that no one has lived to tell the tale about the creature." She said. For something that his daughter wanted, he would risk his life to get it. He leaned in more, wanting to hear where this place is. She whispered into his ear, telling him the directions to the location he needed to travel to get there. He couldn't contain his smile knowing that his daughter will get what she wanted. After the woman got done giving the direction, she pulled away. "Remember my warning. This creature is dark, and will never hesitate to shed blood on a man like you. Be careful." She said.
"I thank you, my lady." He spoke than went off leaving the woman there. The woman began to smile at the door he left from. She turned around, walking behind the counter, running her small hand over the smooth wood. Her blue eyes turned to a violet color and her hair changed to a dark brown. The pale blue dress went to a deep purple matching her eyes and pale skin. She stopped for a moment laughing a bit before going out to the back, a mirror hung on the furthest wall that she faced. The woman slowly walked over towards it, running her hand over it, letting her show the dark creature. The creature seated itself on a chair by the fire, shadows casing over it, hiding its form from her. Her smile never falter once, it only grew more when her eyes fell upon the creature.
"Time is almost out, dark creature. Will you learn your lesson now?" She whispered to herself. Her pupil went to eyes of a cat then back to a normal human pupil. "Or is your fate is to be like this, forever? "
A/N: Ok, so I know this is a little different from Beauty and the Beast. The original story, bell had two sisters, but they were both snobby and acted like spoiled five-year olds. The father had ask what they wanted when he went off to the market, and the two snobby sisters wanted expensive things, but bell had asked for two roses on one steam. I will explain more with each chapter about what happens in the original to show what im working on. Of course I changed a few things, like Christine doesn't have siblings, and that it is her birthday. I wanted to have a very good enough reasons on the rose :). If you guys wanted to really learn more about the original you can either read the grim brothers, or you can look it up on YouTube where they can explain the original. Whatever way you want it I don't care. Well that's it for chapter one the two roses.