Phantom of the opera: twilight version
Summary of the story: somewhere in France, Edward Cullen is facing his demons and entering the opera populaire for the last time, but for you to know what his demons are you need to hear it from the people who know what happened many years ago.
Chapter 1: auction
Edward's p.o.v
(Auction at the opera populaire in 1911)
"You're number sir?" thank you." Mike said. Another person came up holding up the poster of the production of Hannibal. "Lot 663, then, ladies and gentleman: a poster for this house's production of 'Hannibal' by chalumeau." The porter said, "Showing here." "Do I have ten francs? Five then. Five I am bid. Six, seven. Against you, sir, seven. Eight. Eight once. Selling twice. Sold to Edward, vicomte de Forks." I put my bidder down. "Lot 664: a wooden pistol and three human skulls, from the 1831 production of 'Robert le diable' by Meyerbeer." Mike said. I shook my head when he looked at me in question. He shrugged his shoulders. "Ten francs for this. Ten thank you. Ten francs still. Fifteen thank you sir. Fifteen I am bid. Going at fifteen. Your number sir?" The bidder was handed it and the auction went on. "Lot 665, ladies and gentlemen: a papier-mâché musical box, in the shape of a barrel-organ. Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian robes, playing the cymbals. This item, discovered in the vaults of the theatre, still in working order." I straightened up in my seat. "Showing here" the porter said, holding it up, he winds it up and starts playing. "May I start at twenty francs? Fifteen, then? Fifteen I am bid." I held up my bidder. And at thirty francs, it was sold to me. "Sold to thirty francs to the vicomte de Forks. Thank you sir." Mike said. The box was handed across to me. I studied it. "A collector's piece indeed. Every detail exactly as she said. She often spoke of you, my friend. Your velvet lining and your figurine of lead. Will you still play, when all the rest of us are dead?" I thought. I then tuned back into the auction. "Lot 666, then: a chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera: a mystery never fully explained. We are told, ladies and gentlemen, that this is the very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster. Our workshops have restored it and fitted up parts of it with wiring for the new electric light, so that we may get a hint of what it may look like when reassembled. Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago, with a little illumination, gentlemen?" mike said. He switched on the chandelier. There is a flash and next thing I know I'm back in time when the opera house was beautiful and not shabby looking.