Disclaimer: I do not own the Phantom of the Opera, and this is merely fan fiction.
Deep in the bowels of the opera house, a hunched figure sat at an organ.
Suddenly, he heard a splash, followed by two more near the area which seemed to be directly over his lake. He briefly contemplated just ignoring it, but decided against that. He made sure his mask was in place, and crept out to see what it was. As an after thought, he grabbed his Punjab lasso, and held it at the ready.
The sight that greeted him was, in his opinion, quite amusing. Treading water in his lake were three teenagers, one girl and two boys, who looked like they were all about fifteen. Both boys had brown hair. One had green eyes and one had blue, and both looked like drowned rats.
The girl had black hair, brown eyes, and was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. All of them were wearing pants and long sleeved shirts. All that he could think was,'What strange people.'
He contemplated using his Punjab on them, but decided against it. Instead, he said,"Who dares to trespass in my domain?"
Surprisingly, the girl answered,"Sorry, monsieur. We did not mean to intrude."
"Who are you?" he asked.
"He's Blake, she's Allex, and I'm Ryan," the boy, now known as Ryan, answered.
'Alex, the girl's name is a boy's name,' our friend mused, while staring at his "guests".
"Who are you?"Blake, the one with green eyes he noted, asked.
"I am known as the Opera Ghost, or the Phantom of the O\pera," the Phantom said somewhat menacingly. "And I am wondering how you got into my home. Care to explain?"
"We don't know," Allex said helplessly. "If you could tell us the way out, we would be happy to leave."
"You may leave tomorrow," the Phantom shortly.
"Why tomorrow?" Ryan asked, indignant.
"Because it is late, and you three disturbed my rest," the Phantom snarled. He motioned with his head,"Follow me messieurs and mademoiselle." The three teenagers quickly swam to shore, and scurried after the Opera Ghost. He led them to an empty room, with a dusty couch and a thick rug being the only furniture. "You may sleep in here. Don't touch anything." He left small the room to the more comfortable lodgings of his own room.
"Well, that was intresting," Ryan said, punctuating the end with a large yawn. "Allex, you can have the sofa. Blake and I will sleep on the ground."
"M-kay, good night," Allex muttered. She then proceeded to climb onto the couch and fall asleep. After only a minute the two boys could hear her soft breathing.
"G'night Blake."
"Good night Ryan." Both boys were quickly in dream land.
A few rooms over, the Opera Ghost learned of the change in management as he read the morning's paper. 'M. Firmin and M. Andre, I shall hope that both of you listen to me. I should hate for something terrible to happen to this opera house,' he thought. 'I'd better write them a note.'
So, what does everyone think? If you hate it and flame, the flames will be used for baking cookies. By the way, this will be based on the 2004 movie, not the book or play.
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