Disclaimer: The original The Phantom of the Opera was written by Gaston Leroux. It is a wonderful book and not romancy at all actually. At least not my type of romance, stalker*cough* Very messed up*cough*. More like a journal/mystery story. Well, that's how I convinced myself to read it. But it's a wonderful book with an intriguing narrative style. Btw, yeah, I did end up reading fanfics first because I got confused with why the story was a classic, a romantic play, and also a slasher film. So I was like *grah (my substitute for swears)* and I decided to read the book instead. Highly Recommended to read the book!
Author: Btw, I've been uploading a series of chapters in a very short span of time and I noticed that some readers may have skipped some chapters. My story hopefully still makes sense for those of you readers, who accidentally missed the former chapters. Go read them or read these spoilers.
Bold = Important Notice (ignore the rest for those who do not care for comments (Yes, I may be guilty of skipping headings, so I do not expect everyone to read unimportant parts) :P)
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Two weeks later…
The last Orpheus and Euridice opera came to a close. The crowd stood and gave one final standing applause.
"We did it!" Meg cried out to Anthony as she ran towards him backstage.
"Of course we did!" Anthony cried back.
"You're famous now! The opera house is back in business!" M. Firmin shouted, "Auditions are lining up! The Phantom curse is over!"
"Careful…" M. Moncharmin whispered.
"I wish you two the best of luck at Orleans!" M. Firmin stated.
"We'll be back!" Meg said.
"Of course and we'll always have a spot open for the both of you!" M. Moncharmin stated.
"Monsieur your carriage awaits your departure!" a servant boy announced.
"Thank you!" Anthony responded, "We need to grab our luggage."
"Show the way and I'll carry it for ya'" the servant said. Sad eyes watched them from the catwalk. She followed as they departed to their rooms. Meg, Anthony, and Cecilia walked together towards the carriage. He forgot his promise to meet up with her before the performance. She left.
"Hold on, I need to do something," Anthony said when they were close to the entrance.
"Where are you going?" Meg asked.
"I need to go to the rooftop," Anthony said. A man past him just as he said it and halted.
"What for?"
"To meet a friend," he replied. The man was gone.
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The Rooftop…
A lone figure stood near the ledge and stared off into the distance. Then she looked down. He broke his promise and so she'd never see him again because when he comes back, she be long gone. Her curse would become permanent. She would leave early to protect them all from herself. She held her withering rose in her hand. The door creaked open and shut. Her heart raced, but she kept her gaze on the horizon.
"I finally found you!" a man shouted. He aimed his revolver at the figure dressed in a white top and black pants.
"Who are you?" she asked without turning around. She heard the clicking of the gun.
"I should be the asking the questions," the man stated wildly, "I finally found you witch! I spent years searching! You've no where to run!" She turned around. Bam! Bam! The shots rang out throughout the opera house and the figure fell to the floor. Red quickly soaked and spread through her white shirt.
"You…" she muttered as she felt blood drip out down her hands. Her body trembled, trying desperately to become a beast, yet she refused. Her entire body shook and quivered in agony. The rose was soaked in her blood and withered to brown. Footsteps treaded towards her. She is unable to escape without wavering. The beast inside desired to live, to survive, to fight. The man howled a shrill laugh.
"It seems you've weakened in the years, Beast!" the man taunted as he kicked her over. She cried out and wrung in pain as she tried to dodge the second incoming blow. "You've costed me far too much over the years. You disgraced me! My family, my friends! They abandoned me because of you! And worse of all, you killed my men!" he sneered and nudged the gasping beast with his boot. "I will make you suffer a hundred times the pain you've caused me! You'll be begging for death!" he whispered fiercely in her ear as he ripped off her mask. Boom! The door immediately burst open with M. Delacroix in the lead ahead of the managers.
"What the hell are you doing?" M. Delacroix cried out in shock. Puddles of crimson blood was splattered across the rooftop. "Gaston, is that you!?"
"See here! This is your witch! And I'm teaching her a lesson!" Gaston responds, while approaching M. Delacroix.
Anastasia's vision blurred. A familiar voice rang in her ear and she attempted to stay awake. But the pain was overbearing. She struggled to keep her eyes from shutting. However when she spotted her standing on the rooftop, her heart raced and was gripped with fear.
"This is not justice, nor is it your place to deal it!" M. Delacroix shouted. The wild man approached him. "Stand down," he ordered calmly.
"No. I don't think I will," Gaston stated angrily.
"This is no longer your concern!"
"Oh, this is very much my concern! This beast slaughtered my men!" Gaston shouted.
"I am ordering you to leave this instance!" M. Delacroix ordered.
"Who are you to order me around!"
"I am the Marquis of Champagne, if you have forgotten."
"Ah, yes. Because of you, my family disinherited me. I've lost everything!" Gaston sneered as he toys with his revolver. "I remember you! You let her escape!"
"Don't do this," M. Delacroix commanded calmly.
"I've nothing left to lose."
"There are worse fates than yours."
"No! There isn't! I'm a pariah!" Gaston bellowed angrily. Unknown to him, the gunshot attracted a crowd inside the doorway.
"You got off lightly for your offense at my house to my guest!"
"A guest? The witch! No!" Gaston scoffed.
"She was under my protections."
"I doubt it! You were working with her. What did she tempt you with?"
"Have you gone mad?" M. Delacroix inquired.
"No. But you are!" Gaston cocked his revolver and aimed it directly at the man in front of him.
"What are you doing?" M. Delacroix asked suspiciously.
"I believe you've gone too far. You'll let her free and I can't allow that! I should finish the work completely, shouldn't I?!" Gaston said calmly.
"If you do this, your life is over."
"My life is already over. I got no inheritance. Nobility hate me. My family hates me. There's nothing to lose. I'm bringing justice to the world." Gaston stated. Anastasia struggled to contain the beast inside, but her ears pick up his last lines. Bam!
Far below in the tunnels, the Phantom attempted to run faster towards the rooftop. The smoke cleared. M. Delacroix was gone and nowhere in sight.
"No one harms my family!" a deep broken voice howled. She struck Gaston from behind and teared his shoulder, forcing his gun out of his hands. It skidded a few feet away and he crawled desperately towards it. But it was too late. The beast grabbed his neck and lifted him off the ground.
M. Delacroix turned pale at the sight of the jagged, monstrous beast that proceeded to lift Gaston towards the ledge.
"Stop! This isn't justice, Ana," M. Delacroix pleaded. "Don't become the beast. Let the court deal the justice! Please Ana! This isn't you!" Blood spilled out from the beast's wounds. It lifted the man over the ledge. Gaston gripped tightly on the beast's hand in fear. "Ana don't." Instead it strangled its prey until he face turned pale and then tossed the undeserving man back onto the rooftop. A figure from inside bursts out and seized the revolver.
"Don't move!" Anthony cried out as he aimed the gun at the bleeding beast.
"Hold, don't shoot, boy," M. Delacroix ordered with authority. The beast struggled to take another painful step towards M. Delacroix. Anthony tensed up immediately. "Lower your gun."
"But… but that monster," he stuttered, clearly frightened by the sight. The beast continued to approach M. Delacroix. Slowly, it fur receded, transforming back into a more human form. It dragged its steps in sighs of pain. "What's happening?"
"Father, I'm so sorry…" she whispered as she attempts to take something out of her pocket.
"Shhh… don't move," M. Delacroix said. "Everything will be alright." She handed him a bloodied envelope.
"Read it," she said and started to shut her eyes. The sky suddenly darkened as the crushed rose, soaked in blood shriveled up.
"No. no. no no no. Stay with me," the nobleman sobbed as he held his beastly daughter in his arms. "Don't go. Please don't go…" He repeated over and over again.
"Anthony you need to break her spell fast!" an approaching lady stated.
"Elizabeth!" M. Delacroix shouted, "What spell?"
"Anthony, she's in love with you. You need to break it!" Elizabeth pleaded fiercely. The phantom watches from the corner. His heart throbbed with sadness. He saw the wilted formerly sparkling rose on the ground. Anastasia was dying and so was the rose.
"Please Anastasia, you must come back," he muttered from the shadow.
"Just say you love her, Anthony! Please!" Elizabeth begged with tears trailing down her face.
"I can't. It won't be real. I'm in love with Meg," he stated somberly.
"Just say it!" the deliriously lady shouted, "Just say…"
"I'm in love with you Anastasia Delacroix."
A bright light flashed across the sky. A few sparkles flew off the wilted rose and transferred to the beast. As it touched the beast, golden glitter shone bright. Too bright to see. White was all they saw and then it receded just as quickly. Golden dust swept away from the beast, leaving an unblemished but unconscious body of a girl in its place.
Author: Last chapter of the day! Two Chapters tomorrow and then the final on the Eve! (Then its editing everything time! No, I won't delete the entire thing. That's for full makeovers, lol.) :P Read and Review!
