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! ~

Another lazy chapter...

Chapter 3

Beatrix rose early that morning, knowing it was going to be a long day. The Opera Populaire was expecting a full house for Hannibal as well as a rumor of the current Managers retirement. Beatrix knew of the events to come, how closely they will be playing out. twelve years have passed, having been trained to dance and sing for the Phantom, by the Phantom. Even after the years passed, she was still confused as to if she should save the Phantom from a life of solitude or return to her family in a time she didn't belong.

She looked herself over in a mirror, seeing how she had changed from the night she arrived. She was obviously tall, her figure returned to her with average breast and hips, along with a tiny waist. Her long, black, wavy hair was back wear it should be and her eyes were as blue as ever. She was happy to have her old body back.

She left her room, hurrying to the dressing room to put on her Hannibal dancer costume. Carlotta's voice echoed throughout the Opera Populaire, signaling that today was going to be a very long day. She dressed quickly before all the other dancers forced their way inside. All the girls dressed and stage hands were working hard to finish the preparation for the Opera. Many dancers and actors were dressed and countless practices commenced.

While she dance, she knew the Phantom was watching. Beatrix watched the doors continuously, waiting for the new Managers to arrive. It wasn't long before they made their appearance, touring the Opera House, eying women they wouldn't mind rolling around with. It was time to practice for the tenth time that day, each dancer doing as they were trained to do.

Madam Giry lead them around as they asked about the girls. "Who might that one be?" one asked, pointing to a blonde.

"My daughter, Meg," Giry replied, the man feeling guilty for saying something.

"And that one there," the other asked, pointing out Beatrix. "No relation, I hope."

"Beatrix Laroux," Giry answered. "She came here as a child, her family killed in a terrible fire. To our understanding she's the last of her family."

Beatrix heard them talking, knowing very well what they were talking about. The practice continued, Carlotta yelling and snapping the whole way. When the practice ended, everything still going wrong for the lead, she screamed in frustration. "I am done!" she yelled, Beatrix rolling her eyes to the obnoxious woman. "No more! This thing is no happen!"

The new Managers groveled at her feet, convincing her to sing. They managed to get her to sing again, asking her to give her solo performance so they could know her beautiful singing. However, her singing was less than beautiful. More along the lines of ear splitting. As she sang, Beatrix looked up, hearing heavy steps run across the rafters.

She saw a flash of white and the backdrop start falling, landing on top of the unfortunate singer. She screamed with anger when her husband helped her stand. "No more! I'm done! Stop these things from happening, I will return! But until they are stopped, this does not happen!"

As Carlotta stormed off, Madam Giry came around a corner with a note in her hands. Beatrix immediately recognized the owner of the note. "I have a letter from the Opera Ghost," Giry said, approaching the Managers.

"Oh God, your all obsessed!" one yelled, exhausted already.

"He says he welcomes you to his Opera House," Giry added.

"His Opera House!?"

"And he asks that you keep Box 5 empty, its where he sits to watch the Opera's," Giry continued. "He also requires you to pay his salary."

"His salary!?" the new Manager huffed taking the note from her, reading it over.

"Yes," Giry answered, "The previous Manager pays him 20,000 Francs a month."

"20,000 Francs!" he shouted, in complete shock. "We can afford this now! We've just lost our star!"

The two Managers were in shock, their star walking away from them and a new threat, demanding pay for work he does not do. "We have to refund a full house! We have no star!"

"May I say, I have a singer for you," Madam Giry pointed out, referring to Beatrix. "She has been well taught."

Beatrix knew it was coming, but was far to nervous to sing. She sucked in her gut and stood in wait. The Maestro began conducting the orchestra. Beatrix looked around, trying to spot the Phantom somewhere in the room.

Beatrix began singing the song Carlotta was meant to perform. The managers were in awe when they realized how soft and clean her voice was compared to the previous star. She continued singing, running through a final practice and was on stage. A beautiful white dress with sparkling diamond flowers in her hair and a crowd falling in love with her.

She finished her singing and the crowd cheered, tossing countless roses onto the stage. Beatrix smiled, knowing she had made the Phantom proud.

For those wondering how to pronouce Beatrix's name... its BEE-triss LAH-row.

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Much loves! ~ Franky Toran