First of all, luvs, I didn't explain exactly which characters are in my crossover, or how I'm changing things, because I only have a very rough idea, and it would be far too many to list. This first chapter is short because it mainly deals with Inspector Fred Abberline (From Hell) and a ridiculously different Phantom of the Opera. This idea came at a whim, and I wrote it out of pure fantasy. Enjoy what is now written and enjoy what is to come. I do not own Fred, but I was the one who sent him on holiday. I don't own "The Phantom of the Opera", though I do own the changes I made to it.
Frederick Abberline had no idea why he had found himself in the Opera Populaire that night, maybe it was coincidence. Here on some supposed "Holiday" that he had no use for. Crime never took a holiday, why should he? Regardless, he was too far into it to be able to back out, as he was already sitting in one of the boxes, the farthest to the left, box 1. Directly across from that was the empty box five, and in the few minutes before the play started he was able to uncover all the information he needed from the young, impressionable young boys who were always putting on these shows. "They were a lot smaller in person" He thought to himself as he recounted everything any of them had said about what had happened years ago. Fred sighed and put his feet up on the box ledge, leaning back in his chair. What he would do for a smoke of Opium right now… It seemed that many years ago the young girls who had lived in the Opera house were plagued by a mysterious Phantom of the Opera. Now, time deciding on boys as the singers, because it was believed that they had a purer voice, were plagued by another Phantom of the Opera. The thought occurred to him that maybe it was the boy's sick fantasies of molestation, but that thought was cast aside when he almost jumped out of his chair, there was something in box 5. Fred squinted to get a better look and to block out the growing din that was the Opera preparing for a show. His first thought was, "The Phantom!", and he quickly pieced together why the box was empty when all the others were filling up.
"Another case of seemingly paranormal haunting…" Fred mused aloud, in his strong Cockney accent. The black cloaked figure was gone as soon as it had come, now concealed in the shadowy depths of the Opera house. Seemingly all at once, the lights dimmed, the curtains unfolded, and the Opera's prized young boys began to perform their hearts out in their musical story…
