Elizabeth stood, looking at the Opera house's doors. She carried with her a violin in her left hand, and in her right…a pistol.
She was in a teal, fancy, strapless dress. Along the top of her dress, were five, teal, fabric roses. She shoulder-length light, brown hair was pinned behind her ear with a matching rose. Her pale and fragile figure made some people think she was Christine Daae.
She shivered at the pale fall weather blew a slight breeze across the front steps. Leaves gathered at her feet as she stepped up the stairs to the doors. She opened the doors and walked across the cold marble floor in bare feet. She had slipped them off at the doors, which were now tightly closed.
She stood at the foot of the great stairs, pulled out her violin and bow, and started to play a slow tune. It was rather choppy as she started to cry and the pistol was still in the hand that held the bow.
Still playing, she positioned the gun in her hand so it faced her chest. She cried harder, not letting a cry escape her thin lips. She pulled the trigger and then there was darkness.
Her body limply fell to the floor and the violin landed to the left of her head, hand still on the strings, and the pistol and bow on her stomach.
To no surprise, someone had heard the music and the shot and came walking out. This blonde girl's name was Meg Giry. She was a ballet dancer in the Opera House. She saw the body on the floor and screamed.
More came and they all had the similar reaction, until the Manager's, Monsieur Richard Firman, and Monsieur Gilles André, came out to the scene.
"Please return to your rehearsal! We'll send for the Police!" Firman bustled the growing crowd out of the room, while André sent for the police.
What no one seemed to notice was the masked man standing in the shadows. He had heard the music and came, just before she shot herself. He had watched Meg come and then the growing crowd. He now watched as the police entered and examined the body, the surroundings, and then moved the body to a coffin cart and rolled it away. He listened to the investigator explain the situation to those two numbskulls know as the managers.
"It was obviously a suicide. Did she work here?" he asked, taking off his hat. Firman and André looked at each other.
"No. We had never seen her before," Firman replied. He looked at the place where some blood had been left behind.
"We wish we could help further, but… that's all we know…" André supplementary commented. The investigator nodded.
"Thank you. You've been the best of help you could have. Good day gentlemen," he put his hat back on and headed out the door.
The masked man gave a crooked smiled and laughed silently to himself. He turned and bellowed out his cape. He had other matters to attend to, although… he had to admit, this was as about as good as it got: watching Firman and André make fools of themselves in front of the investigator, was sure to leave a smile on his hidden face for a while.
"Who do you think she was?" Meg asked. She sat on the end of Christine's bed, as they did every night.
"I don't know Meg…. What do you think drove her as far as to kill herself?" Christine was attempting to braid her curly, thick hair.
"Maybe she had lost someone dear to her… or maybe… she was sick of the rich life! Did you see how nice her dress was?" Meg smiled slightly. Christine nodded.
"I did fancy that dress…" she smiled and looked up, "Perhaps we should go to bed…? We're starting dress rehearsal for Il Muto tomorrow…" she yawned and Meg nodded. She gave Christine a hug good night and walked off to her room.
Christine lay down and pulled the covers over her shoulders. Who was this girl? What had caused her to feel so low? And why did she choose to kill herself in the Opera House? Christine closed her eyes and sleep soon followed.
"Hmm…" a girl rubbed her head as her eyes flittered open. She looked around and found herself in a monstrous cavern. She gasped as a masked man approached her, "Where am I!" she shouted at him. He looked around as if the voice came from above and he did not see her.
"Who said that?" he commanded. He kept looking around.
"I did. Right here… can't you see me?" she waved her arms at him. Wait… was she able to see him? She placed her forearm against her eyes and gasped as she could see right through it and to the masked man.
He looked like he was looking very hard. When he saw the pale, thin girl in a teal dress and teal feathered wings coming from her back, he gasped. She was transparent and the wings matched the transparency, "I see you now!" he walked towards her, "What's your name?" he asked warmly.
"Elizabeth…"
A.N.: Hey! I hope this is good… I don't know… you can tell me in a review, I suppose. Please do! I want to know what you think! No flames please… I despise them. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Phantom Of The Opera, the songs, the books, the plays, or anything related to it in any way…. Besides Elizabeth.