Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight; I do not. Nor do I own the Phantom of the Opera. I only came up with the plot of this fanfic.
Author's Note: I got a weird idea from a picture and a soundtrack, so I'm trying it out here. I hope you enjoy it. :) Also, some changes you should or might want to know:
The Cullens only left for two weeks, so most of the events of New Moon did not happen.
Alec and Jane were changed when they were almost seventeen, which makes them taller as well with Jane at 5"5 and Alec at 5"6.
The rest you will find out as the story unfolds.
Chapter One
The notes rose ever upwards to the gold leafed, warm brown, round ceiling from the stage below her as she sat in the balcony, several feet from the hanging red drapes of the opera house. The sounds, the voices, the music weaved and mixed in her head in an intoxicating and enticing mixture throughout the performance.
As the words of "Think of Me" washed over and enveloped her, she felt pressure rise in her chest to the timing of the swelling of the music from the orchestra and briefly frowned. Odd. The scene unfolding below her brilliant red gaze began to make her uneasy. The pressure turned into an ache. Her pale, cold hand crept up and massaged the spot over her heart as Christine sang below and Raoul recognized her. The feeling subsided as the last line faded in the air, and her breathing slowed to a normal human pace.
The darker notes, almost like the rhythm of heart beats at times, resonated throughout the house, and she fully relaxed as Christine left through the mirror. The rhythm suited her more than the mostly light, airy notes of "The Angel of Music". Darkness is always a more natural and happy state. She smiled softly to herself at that and felt her fangs prick at her bottom lip as she watched the phantom lead the singer into his lair. Beware. She snorted in amusement to herself. How I do enjoy the darker scenes and songs, but I enjoy knowing and being far more of a danger myself than he can ever hope to be. She would never have lasted long with me.
She remained seated in the gloom and glanced around at the humans in the room as the theater owners implored the prima donna to return. Sighing, she slumped into the plush red seat when Raoul and Christine began singing of their love on the balcony. He's not worth it, she thought as she glowered at the actors below. He's really not. None of them are really, Christine. She sighed again. You'd think after the millionth time she'd learn…Alec will enjoy pestering about this again tonight, won't he? She continued to glower at the two lovers on the stage as the scene ended, and the masquerade began. She caught herself shifting her head left to right in time with the music and shook her head before sighing sadly and leaning her elbows on the railing. She rested her chin in her hand. I wish Aro would let us have balls again. I think the last was the New Year's Masquerade in 1905. She frowned, remembering his reasoning. "Dear Jane," he had chided her, "surely you know we can't have so many vampires running around Volterra now. It's too much of a risk." She crinkled her nose before pushing back into her seat as Christine went to the cemetery.
The end arrived, and soon the curtains closed after the actors bowed. Harsh light flooded the theater, and she winced slightly at the sudden light. I wish they kept the gloom. She lingered in the balcony and looked at the red curtained stage as the humans filed out. Sighing as employees began cleaning the house, she turned, descended the plush stairs to the foyer, and left through the gold painted rimmed doors, stepping out into the slightly cold night.
"Still complaining about Christine's choices, sister?" Alec inquired while leaning against the brick wall of the store next door.
Jane huffed and wrapped her black jacket more firmly around herself in minor annoyance and to appear more human to the few still in the streets this late under the star scattered sky.
Alec laughed softly and fell into step beside her as they made their way back towards the fortress.
"Bella," the purring whisper lingered in her ear as she sleepily woke from the luring embrace of the dream once again. She slowly sat up and rubbed the lingering warmth of sleep from her eyes before glancing around her room. At least, it's Friday, she thought before climbing out of bed and getting ready for the day. Wonder if Alice will consider canceling that shopping trip and letting me spend the weekend more with Edward?
