*Rewritten on 25 February 2016*

A/N: Hello my lovely readers- thank you for taking the time to read my story. So, I've been obsessed with this movie/musical/book since I first heard about it a few years ago! I've seen it live twice- both times were great!

About two years ago I started to write this story but do to school and inspiration, I couldn't finish it. So now, I'm going over all my previous chapters and revising them so they'll hopefully be better.

Now, this is probably going to be like many stories where the main character comes into the phantom world but I hope I can add unique twists of my own. It's going to be very AU so if you don't like AU stories, then this one isn't going to be for you! It's going to be mostly based on the broadway show (2011 version) but will throw bits of the movie and book in it.

I hope you enjoy the chapter!

The bright afternoon sun peeked through the curtains of the auditorium, casting more light onto the nearly empty stage. A single ballerina stood in the middle, a soft smile across her lips as she waited for the judges to start the music, signaling the start of her audition. With the wave of a hand, the soft classical music started and the ballerina began her elegant dance.

Isabelle watched the ballerina's movements intently, impressed with the level of skill she was showing. Each of her Pirouette's her flawless and each leap was performed with excellence and style.

"Everyone is so good, Wilhelm," Isabelle murmured softly, leaning towards her brother who watched the stage with mild interest. "There's no way I'm getting in…"

"You're just as good as they are, Isabelle, so there's no need to worry," Wilhelm told her with a shake of his head. "I've seen you do a similar routine as the ballerina and it looked just as good. Have some confidence!"

"That's easy for you to say," Isabelle muttered under her breath and refocused her attention on the performance. The performance lasted for another three minutes before the music slowly came to an end and the ballerina bowed to her audience. Isabelle clapped politely before turning to Wilhelm, noticing that he had grabbed his coat and was glancing to the exit.

"That was the last of today's auditions, right?"

Isabelle nodded her head, "the last of them are tomorrow and after that, they're going to announce who made the cut. My audition is the second to last one so we don't have to get here too early in the morning."

Wilhelm nodded his head before both he and Isabelle made there way out of the building and headed to their car. The ride through town was quiet as the only sound came from the radio where soft classical music played. Isabelle merely looked out the window and watched the old buildings pass, absently tapping the melody on her thigh.

Isabelle hummed along with the melody line, absently tapping it on her thigh.

"You okay, Isabelle?" Wilhelm asked worryingly, glancing at his sister out of the corner of his eye. "You're awfully quiet…"

Isabelle jumped at the sudden noise and looked at her brother, a soft blush dusting her cheek as she shook her head. "Sorry, Wilhelm, I uh just have a lot on my mind…" Her brother motioned for her to continue and she did with a roll of her eyes. "I'm just worried for the dance audition tomorrow… I mean, what if I don't get in? Dancing has been my passion for so long and I don't know what I'm going to do if they reject me."

Wilhelm chuckled softly, "you'll do perfect, Izzy, I know you will! You've had a great teacher and once they hear you sing you'll be assigned the role you want at once."

"Thanks, Will," Isabelle grinned but it didn't quite reach her eyes. Wilhelm frowned with worry before he let out a soft sigh and fiddled with the radio until an awfully familiar tune reached his ears. He grinned broadly as he put the song on and raised the volume, causing Isabelle to laugh.

She sang along quietly,

"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation

Darkness wakes and stirs imagination

Silently the senses, abandon their defences

Helpless to resist the notes I write

For I compose the music of the night."

"You can't beat the originals," Isabelle said once the song ended. "Michael Crawford will always be one of the best phantoms! What I wouldn't give to have been at the show when he was the phantom…"

"I thought that ramen guy was your favorite," Wilhelm commented, looking at you with a raised brow. "Did that change?"

"Well for one, it's Ramin not ramen," Isabelle snorted. "And no, he still is my favorite phantom! I just wish I could've seen Crawford play him… All I can ever find on youtube are really crappy recordings of him singing the songs!"

Wilhelm merely hummed before falling silent as they finally made it to their home out by the forest. Isabelle yawned as she stepped out of the car, grabbing her bag and making her way into the house. As soon as she entered the house, she was met with the excited barks that came from a large black wolf-dog.

"Calm down, Fenris!" Isabelle laughed as she gently pushed her dog off her before she gave him attention. Wilhelm rolled his eyes as he entered before he left to the kitchen to begin making dinner. Once she lavished Fenris with enough attention, Isabelle stood back up and headed up to her room.

She placed her bag on her desk before flinging her shoes off and looking through her movies for something to watch after dinner. Since it was Friday, it was her day to chose a movie to watch and like usual, she was choosing between a few musicals.

'Hmm… Should we West Side Story or Phantom of the Opera?' Isabelle thought to herself with a frown. After a few minutes of debating, she chose Phantom before then wondering what version. Though she prefered the 2011 version, she hadn't seen the 2004 in a while so she grabbed that one.

"What movie is it today?" Wilhelm asked when Isabelle entered the kitchen to get something to drink. Isabelle merely grabbed a soda before peeing over his shoulder to see that he was making subs. "Wait let me guess… Les Miserables or Phantom of the opera!"

"What can I say? The Phantom of the Opera is great," Isabelle shrugged happily before accepting the sandwich handed to her. "Now come on, the trailers should be over by now…"

Isabelle settled herself comfortably on their couch and began to eat as Wilhelm started the movie and sat on the other side of the couch. Once Fenris saw that Isabelle wasn't going to move, he jumped on the couch beside her and rested his head on her ankles. She was glued to the television, singing along to Christine's songs while Wilhelm merely watched and mocked the singing.

"This musical always gets me sad," Isabelle said with a shake of her head, reluctantly getting up from the couch to take out the movie once the credits began to roll. "I feel so bad for Erik… I wish I could just hug him and never let go and tell him that he's not alone."

Wilhelm merely grunted before glancing at the clock and wincing when he saw how late it was, "we should head to bed. You have a big day tomorrow and you need all the sleep that you can get. I'll keep the front door unlocked in case Dad actually comes home today."

"I wouldn't put too much faith in him," Isabelle murmured, glancing to the fireplace mantle where their recent family photo rested. Her eyes stuck to her stepfather- a tall and lean German man with black hair and blue eyes. A frown settled across her lips as she saw how tired he looked with the heavy bags under his eyes and the sorrow that lurked in them. Letting out a sigh, Isabelle stood up and turned off all the lights before heading up to her room with Fenris trailing behind her.

Isabelle took a warm shower and put on her normal sleeping clothes that consisted of a long, blue shirt that went to her knees and a pair of black shorts. She wiped the warm steam off her mirror before she started to comb her hair, working out all the tangles that her hair managed to get.

There were many things that she didn't exactly dislike about herself- like her average height of 5'4, her lithe figure, and her light blue eyes that seemed to burn like blue-fire when she was angry. The only thing she simply couldn't stand about her appearance was her long and straight snow-white hair.

Ever since she was little, she hated it with a passion since kids at her school used to make fun of it and call her names. Over the years she had dyed it many times but it was gone before the month ended. In comfort, her mother had told her that it wa beautiful and what made her different than everyone else.

The words never helped and only confused her since she couldn't tell where she got her hair color from. Her mother's hair had been a dark blonde while her father's was a mystery since she had never met him. When she questioned her mother about it, she had simply shook her head mourned for the rest of the day.

Isabelle had always been jealous of her step-brother and how normal he looked with his shaggy jet-black hair that curled slightly at the ends. His ivory skin tone was nearly flawless and his eyes were a grey-blue that couldn't quite decide which color to stay. He was taller than Isabelle by quite a few inches and he had a decent amount of muscle.

A soft sigh passed her lips as she continued to brush her hair, shaking her thoughts off the subject as she began to sing softly to herself.

"In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came

That voice which calls to me and speaks my name!"

As Isabelle continued to sing, she unintentionally began to sway to the beat of the song,

"And do I dream again? For now I find

The Phantom of the Opera is there

Inside my mind!"

"You have chosen to sing with me, a strange duet…"

Isabelle yelped as she heard the voice and her brush fell to the floor as she twisted around and stared behind her with her eyes wide in a combination of shock and fright. She didn't know who had begun to sing with her and could only tell that the voice sounded oddly familiar. 'Wilhelm must be playing a prank,' Isabelle thought reassuringly, trying to calm her racing heart as she reached down to grab her brush. 'And not a very good one either!'

"My power over you… Will grow stronger yet!"

Isabelle glanced back at the door and furrowed her brows in confusion. 'I wonder how Wilhelm managed to change the lyrics of the song…' With a sigh, she turned back to the mirror and continued her brushing.

"And though you turn from me to glance behind

The Phantom of the Opera is there,

Inside your mind!"

"Good try, Wilhelm, but you're not going to fool me," she rolled her eyes and opened the door, expecting to see a smirking Wilhelm but instead, she saw no one. She blinked slowly in confusion and looked around for a sign of her brother but saw nothing but Fenris looking at her strangely.

Faintly, she could hear the loud snores of her sleeping brother coming from his room across from hers. Her brows furrowed in confusion and she slowly turned back to the mirror, shaking her head as she placed her brush back on the counter. "I must have imagined it…"

She tried to clear her thoughts as she walked back into her room and began to look through her duffle bag to make sure that she had packed everything she would need. After her audition tomorrow, she had planned to visit her godmother with Wilhelm and she wanted to make sure she didn't leave anything important behind. "Okay it looks like I have my books, sketchbooks, music book, bag of pencils and pens… My phone, camera, headphones and my extra clothes!"

Isabelle nodded her head in acceptance before walking over to her large bed to settle in for the night. As she sat on her bed, she grabbed the picture frame off her nightstand and looked it over with a frown. The photo was the last picture she had taken with her mother before she disappeared a month later It had been taken nearly three years prior when Isabelle was only fourteen and Wilhelm had been sixteen.

No one quite knew what happened to her, just that they had woken up one day to find her missing with almost everything she owned still at the house and the only thing missing was her golden locket that she rarely wore. Isabelle's stepfather had been distraught and was convinced that she left him for some reason but nothing his children had said could convince him otherwise. Both Isabelle and Wilhelm refused to believe that their mother just left them, knowing that their mother loved the family dearly.

"I'll find out what happened to you one day, mom," Isabelle promised as she got up and placed the photo in her duffle bag. She set her bag by the door before getting into bed and turning off the light. Once she felt the familiar weight of Fenris jumping on the bed and curling next to her, she closed her eyes and fell asleep within moments.

"Isabelle... Isabelle..."

Isabelle sleepily blinked her eyes awake when she heard a beautiful voice begin to sing her name oddly tenderly. Her half-asleep mind forced her to look around in confusion, not quite understanding what was going on or what had awakened her. That was until her blurry eyes made out what looked like dark purple mist pour out from under bathroom door and seep into her room. A gasp of surprise left her lips as she suddenly awakened and she jumped to her feet, staring at the door with fear. Fenris had awakened as well and stared at the door with his ears flat against his head and his lips curled in a snarl, growling deeply.

"I am your Angel of music...

Come to me, Angel of music!"

Isabelle let out a frightened shout as she heard the voice begin to sing again and she darted out her room and slammed Wilhelm's door open. Her older brother was already getting out of bed, having heard her shout and he looked at her in worry. "Izzy… What's wrong?"

"There's a weird mist coming out from my bathroom and someone is singing my name and quoting phantom of the opera by calling itself an 'Angel of Music'," Isabelle said quickly in one breath, having to pause to catch it.

"Isabelle you must be dreaming so please go back to…" Wilhelm stopped when he saw the mist begin to pour into his room and he stared at it dumbfounded. "...Sleep…"

"Come with me to see what it is," Isabelle tugged on Wilhelm's hand, looking into her room curiously. Her eyes were still full of fear but her curiosity was getting the better of her- as it always did. Wilhelm reluctantly nodded his head before pulling Isabelle behind him as they cautiously entered her room. His eyes narrowed as he searched through the mist for a sign of the person who was doing this but he couldn't see anything.

"Isabelle... Isabelle..."

Isabelle could practically hear the love and affection in the singing voice but it only managed to make her sling tightly to Wilhelm.

"Can't you see? I'm your Angel of Music...

Trust your Angel of Music

I'll protect you!

I am your Angel of Music!

Come to me, Angel of Music!"

Slowly, the two sibling opened the bathroom door and gasped at what they saw. Isabelle's mirror had completely shattered with pieces of glass covering the tile. In the mirror's place, resting a large, gaping hole that was purple and black in color. As soon as Isabelle and Wilhelm approached it, it began to glow as if their mere presence was activating it. As soon as the pair stood only a few feet in front of it, something pushed them from behind and they fell into the neverending darkness.