Story Title: Metamorphosis of the Phantom
Rating: T...Will be M
Pairing: Erik (The Phantom)/ OC (Beatrix Laroux)
Summary: When a girl has were life taken away from her, she wants nothing more than to return home. But when she learns she has the chance to change a man's life, whom she's idolized her whole life, she decides to take the chance of a lifetime.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Just manipulating the characters and bending them to my will!
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT! Thank you! ~
Hello and welcome to my version of Phantom of the Opera! I've spent a lot of time on this and as you read, you'll notice that I rushed the minor details in some parts of the story. Please read the Authors Note for more.
Author's Note
A twist to The Phantom of the Opera... I read something similar to this a long time ago and now that I look for it, I spent 3 days looking for it, I can not find it. So hopefully I'll do this story justice and make whomever wrote to original idea proud. I cannot tell you who wrote the story because I do not know. But if this story seems familiar to you, please tell me, if you know, who wrote the story and if they still have it up. But hopefully the original owner won't mind I use their idea.
I would feel bad about using it, but that's pretty much what half of FanFiction is. I personally would take it as a compliment if someone used my idea, that would mean they liked the idea. *Cough* how FanFiction works. *Cough*
Without further ado, I present to you, my, half-way unoriginal, version of Phantom of the Opera.
P.S. My story is completely based of the movie. So yeah, Gerard Butler Phantom, not that anybody has had problems with that little fantasy thrown in their back pocket.
Prologue
A/N: The prologue is going to be first person, just to get some back ground story on my main OC (original character for noobs).
My name is Beatrix Laroux. I'm 18 years old and live with my mother, father, and younger brother. I just graduated high school and with perfect timing. My father, a French native, had been living in France for about 6 months, and after graduation, Mom decided we were to move and live with him. About a month ago, we packed and were flown in to Paris, met by my father and taken to our new home.
Paris is beautiful and full of life and new experiences. The only downside is, I was born in England to an English woman, raised to only speak the English language. My father spoke fluent English, so it was never a problem that I didn't know French, but now that they decided to move us to France, I wish I had paid more attention in French class.
It didn't take long to settle in though. I knew enough French to get me to the store and back, so things weren't to hard. My dad worked at the local Opera House, playing a first chair violin in the Orchestra. My mother never really worked outside the house, but she loved the Opera House. She loved going to plays and musicals, explaining how they first met.
Mom came to Paris with some friends. They decided to go to the Opera House and on the fateful evening, sparks flew and 10 months later, I was born. You could say music was in my blood. I grew up in New York, Mom taking me to see a musical or play every weekend; Lion King, Cats, Rent, Sweeny Todd. But my favorite musical was The Phantom of the Opera.
Ever since I was little, I loved hearing it was playing in the Theater. I would beg Mom to take me to see it every time it played. As I got older, I realized the story more and more. A man cast out by society due to a deformity on his face, became a master musician, architect, painter, and magician, fell obsessively in love, and then had his heart viciously torn out. Of course, he did have it coming, but I still felt remorse for him.
I woke up at 8 AM every morning, a habit I wish I could break, considering, without an alarm, I woke up at the same time every morning. I did my usual routine, took a shower, brushed out my thick black hair, applied some light make-up, and dressed myself in pajamas.
I headed down stairs with a smile on my face and a pep in my step. Today was my 19th birthday, and I was going to watch the Phantom of the Opera in French. Of course it wouldn't be any different that every other time I had watched it, except for the fact I wouldn't understand a word of it. I made it to the table, Mom cooking away at the stove and my 17 year old brother sitting at the table with an Ipod blaring and a PSP in hand.
"Ah! Good morning, Beatrix!" my mother said with a smile, looking at me then back to the food she was preparing.
"Morning, Mom," I replied, sitting at the table, next to my brother, Travis.
He barely looked at me for more than a second and said, "Hey, Bea."
Mom finished breakfast and handed us our every morning plates of scrambled eggs, bacon, and a biscuit. She poured my glass of milk and I thanked her kindly. Mom sat across from me and asked, "So are you ready for the play tonight?"
"Of course I am!" I replied happily, taking a bite of bacon. "I always want to see it!"
My mother smiled and stood up, I followed her with my eyes until she disappeared around the corner. I was halfway finished with my breakfast before she returned. She had in her hand a red wrapped present with a yellow ribbon tied on it. "I was going to wait until later," she admitted as I took the rectangular box. "But I thought you might want to open it now."
I opened it, unable to hide the smile on my face. I tore away the paper and opened the box. Inside was a dress I never thought I'd ever get my hands on. It had a deep red corset with a white, sleeveless blouse with lace tracing the neckline and shoulders. A floor length gold skin accompanied it along with a thin black tulle, with flower design across it, started at the side and wrapped down to the floor. The dress Christine wore during the Don Juan Triumphant. One of my favorite scenes from the play.
"It's beautiful, Mom!" I exclaimed happily. "Where did you get this?"
My mother chuckled along with her smile. "Dad took it from the Opera House," she explained. "Their lead couldn't wear it, being to small. So he asked if he could borrow it one evening so you could wear it to the play tonight. But they told him that he could have it. Happy Birthday, Sweetheart!"
"Oh, thank you, Mom!" I nearly shouted as I hugged her tight. I pulled back and held the dress out in my hands. I twirled it around and then brought it to my chest. "I love it!"
"You best put it on soon," my mother replied, "We'll be leaving for the Carnival soon."
"Carnival?" I gave her a strange look.
She giggled, "Yes! Some Gypsies set up a Carnival just outside the Opera House. They have one every year, the same time the Phantom of the Opera plays. You know, like the play."
A Gypsy Carnival and the Phantom of the Opera in one night? There was no way I could contain my excitement. I gave my mother another hug and rushed upstairs. I stripped down and put on my new dress. It complimented my small curves wonderfully. I was very petite and sometimes, I wish I was larger. Being small isn't always what it's cut out to be, but it can help fit into some of your favorite clothes. I looked at myself in they full body mirror in my bathroom. I twirled around and giggled to myself.
I grabbed a comb and hair tie, brushing my long, black, wavy hair into a ponytail, tossing it in front of my shoulder. I fixed up my make-up, giving some grey shadow to my eyes and black eye liner. I grabbed a faux rose hairbow and clipped it to my hair tie. I smiled at myself, over-whelmed with happiness. Tonight was going to be a night I would never forget.
We met my father at the Carnival, the streets bustling with activity. I rushed up to him and leaped into his arms and hugged him. "Thank you so much, Daddy!" I said as he hugged me tight.
"Happy Birthday, Beatrix!" he replied. He sat me down and stretched his arm out. "Let us enjoy the Carnival before the play starts, shall we?"
Travis rushed in and started playing all the games he could find, constantly asked Mom and Dad for money to buy more tickets. We spent most of the day there, playing games and collecting prizes on the way. The day was starting to come to a close and it was almost time for the play to start. "Mom," Travis said, pointing out a large tent, "Can we go in there?"
I looked up at the sign. It read 'Freak Show,' as well as showing pictures of popular icons of most freak shows. I never liked them, and no, not because of the play I was desperately in love with ever since I was a little girl. They horrified me. The people inside, purposely there to freak you out and scare you, giving you nightmares.
"Sure, why not," Mom replied, smiling at my brother. "You coming, Beatrix?"
I shook me head, and answered, "No, I'll be out here. I'd rather not go inside."
"Suit yourself," Daddy said, smiling back at me. "We'll be back shortly."
I smiled and waved at them, watching them disappear into the tent. I walked around a bit, searching for something to occupy myself while I waited for them to return. I spotted a woman, standing outside a small tent, dressed in a typical Fortune Tells garb. I thought I would humor myself and approached her.
"Come, come!" she spoke aloud. "Madam sees all, knows all, tells all! You wish to see your fortune, your future, I will show you the way!"
"Hello," I said, greeting her with a small wave.
The woman looked at me strangely, as if I had some horrible deformity. She quickly grasped my hand and pulled me into the tent. "This way child," she spoke, her voice almost raspy from all the shouting. Inside was typical, a small round table, two chairs, and a crystal ball. She brought me to the first chair, "Sit, sit. Child, sit."
I was dumbfounded, but I carried on with what she had to say. She waved her hands over the ball, her eyes rolling back in her head and making small moans. "I see... I see... a drastic change in the future! A man, with half a face! A cross roads, two paths to take, only one chance. A life full of opportunity and thrills. I see love! I also see death! To you, I'm not sure. The half faced man? Maybe. Many, many possibilities."
Her eyes shot open and she reached over the table, her hands clasping my face. "You child, you are special. You will learn your purpose in this advancing, ever changing world. You don't belong in this time and space. The Gods have a very important plan for you."
She released me and sat in her chair. In the distance, I heard my mother and father calling for me. I stood up and hadn't felt more creeped out in my entire life. I reached into my pocket, laying some coins on the table, "Thank you for your...insightful...fortune telling, Madam."
As I went to exit the tent, she called out, "Child," I turned, "We will meet again, very soon."
I nodded at her and smiled, then turned and left the tent. "There you are!" my mother exclaimed and she approached me. "Come on now, it's almost time for the show!"
Throughout the play, I was deep in thought, running through my mind what the Gypsy woman had said to me. What had she meant, 'Not meant for this time and space?' I rolled my eyes, and blew it off. Just another woman trying to make money is all. An old Gypsy mind trick.
As the play progressed, coming close to the scene of Christine and Raoul on the roof, singing a song of love and committing themselves to one another, the Phantom hiding in the shadows. I watched intently to the French singing. I glanced over at the Phantom, studying him. The right side of his face, covered in a white mask, spying on the couple.
Then, he looked at me. At first I was uncertain, but I knew for sure. He stood straight up, facing my direction, then pointed at me. I looked over at my mom who sat beside me. "Mom, do you see that?" I said quietly, not wanting to disturb the other people.
She didn't answer me, just continued to watch the play.
"Mom, look," I said again, a little louder. "Mom!" I reached my hand out to grab her shoulder. My hand never felt her shoulder. My hand slipped right through her body. At first, I thought I just missed her, and tried again, but got the same result. "The hell?" I said aloud. I looked back on the stage, the Phantom still staring back at me.
"What's going on!" I shouted loud enough for it to echo. No one looked up, as if I wasn't there. I went to grab my mother, my hands disappearing into her body. "Mom! Mom look at me!"
I pulled my hands back, looking at them. They were completely transparent. "Somebody! Please help me!" No one answered. My eyes were back at the stage, the Phantom never looking away.
"It's time, Child," a familiar voice behind me spoke. I turned around on my heel, seeing the Gypsy woman. "It's time to live out your purpose in your world!"
"What are you talking about!?" I shouted back.
Before I got my answer, the Phantom from the stage was behind me. He grabbed my arms, binding them behind my back with one hand and the other around my waist. "No! Let me go!" I shouted, trying to break free. A felt myself lift off the ground, my head growing light. I tried to break free but I couldn't. My head grew lighter and lighter until suddenly...darkness.
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Much loves! ~ Franky Toran