Hello there, Author here, this is my first fanfiction ever, so go easy on me, kay? This story is based off of The phanfic Phantom Companions, sadly this chapter turned out a little too close to the first of that phic, but I am hoping it will become more original later on. The two characters are based off myself and my best friend.

I do Not own any of the characters of Phantom of The Opera, oh how I wished I could own Erik, *ahem

I beg your indulgence,

Raven D. Grimm

*This chapter has been edited to possibly be easier to read. At least, I hope so.

Janet Speaks in Bold text, Dahlia in regular text, Erik in italic.

Chapter 1

What is this place?

Dahlia Grimm, a rather eccentric being, with hair dyed crimson by henna, and a love of old-fashioned clothing as opposed to modern, was sitting in a park under a tree, reading a book(Gaston Leroux's Phantom of The Opera, to be exact). She hadn't expected the sudden thunderstorm, but then again in Michigan, one can hardly ever expect the sudden changes in weather. Cursing she put her bookmark in the book and quickly stashed said book and a few other items, such as her phone and laptop, into her large black bag.

Getting up quickly and dusting off her gypsy style skirt momentarily, she started to make a run for the bridge across the river that led to the town's library, unfortunately(or fortunately), she never made it. A bright flash before her eyes, and the smell of something possibly burning let her know she had either been struck by lightning, or it had struck in front of her, either way, she found herself blacking out.

Upon waking, Dahlia groaned, her head hurt quite badly, but whatever bed she was laying in was the most comfortable thing in the world. Looking around she found herself in unfamiliar surroundings, though when she looked next to her, she noticed a very familiar mess of blonde hair.

For beside her, also waking was her best friend of many years, Janet Heilman, a rather athletic girl who shared Dahlia's love of Victorian and gypsy garb, however, unlike the crimson haired girl, she wore modern clothes at that moment, and was much grouchier upon waking with a headache. Though when she also noticed the strange surroundings, she quickly whipped her head around, and once seeing Dahlia, seemed to relax "How'd we get here?" she asked, her voice sounding a bit groggy from sleep.

Dahlia shrugged "I don't know, last thing I remember is getting caught in a major thunderstorm and being struck by lightning, I think." she said, frowning slightly and getting up, making sure to help the blonde up as well. "That happened to me too, anyways let's try to figure out where we are."

They tried one door, which led to a rather fancy, if not old-fashioned bathroom. Dahlia took a moment to admire the large clawfoot bathtub, before they moved on to the other door, walking out into a dimly lit parlour, which gave Dahlia a feeling like she should know where she was, everything seemed vaguely familiar.

They then entered into another room, and got quite a shock at what they saw, a beautifully carved black coffin in the middle of the room, the crimson haired female knew exactly where they were now, Janet however did not "Dracula, maybe?" she offered.

Dahlia shook her head "Dracula doesn't play the organ." she said in a hushed tone, pointing at said organ on the other side of the room, that was when the blonde female caught on, mouthing "Oh." in response, walking over to the bench in front of the organ, Dahlia raised an eyebrow as she looked at a stack of music sheets, "Weeeellll. Look at that, it's titled-"

"Don Juan Triumphant."

Interrupted a voice that was too male and too beautiful to be Janet, said blonde giving a shriek of surprise and running behind her crimson haired companion, Dahlia, on the outside appeared calm as she turned to look at the tall, thin figure that could only be Erik, the Phantom of the Opera.

Unfortunately on the inside she was fighting between a panic attack, pouncing on the man before her, or simply speaking, she fought hard to simply find her voice again.

"There you are." she said simply, as if speaking of the weather "We were looking for our host, seeing as we woke up in very unfamiliar surroundings, though we do apologize for intruding." she said, trying to be as polite as she could, whilst also trying to keep her voice level. Behind her, Janet nodded enthusiastically in agreement with her best friend.

Dahlia watched the man's masked face for any flicker of emotion, at first she was sure she saw annoyance, which faded to mild confusion and curiosity, being an empathetic person, she could read expressions, or in this case, eyes, very well.

"Would you mind explaining to me how you ended up on my doorstep?" he spoke, raising an eyebrow at the two strange young women before him, one in darkly colored red, purple and blue gypsy garb, that complimented her hair and eyes well, the other in the strangest pair of blue trousers he'd ever seen, along with a strange sort of purple shirt, which you and I would know as a T-shirt. "Weeeeellllllll, that is impossible, you see, because we haven't the faintest idea ourselves." Dahlia said, frowning slightly after she spoke, as if thinking to see if perhaps she could remember how they got there, she didn't remember, nor did she know, so it was best to leave it at that. "Anyway!" she suddenly exclaimed, holding her hand out, if not slightly hesitant that he may recoil from it.

"My name is Dahlia Grimm," she said, shaking his hand when he took her outstretched one, noting the slight surprise in his eyes when she did "And this is Janet Heilman." she added, jerking her head in the direction of the blonde behind her, who, finally re-finding her usual confidence, took the man's hand and shook it professionally. "And your name is..?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at the tall figure before her, she knew it, but she wasn't going to let on about that, that would only make the man angry.

After a moment's pause, the man finally replied

"I am Erik."

Well, that's the beginning, hoped you liked it?