I don't own Phantom of The Opera or any of its characters. I only own my OC Laura De Chagny. I'm not going to bother much with opening statements unless it's something important. As you know, some of the beginning chapters have been rewritten and added to. Other than that, enjoy!
CHAPTER ONE: COULD IT BE! CHRISTINE?
Laura De Chagny slowly entered the old opera house. Her eyes lit up. Even in this condition the opera house looked as beautiful as her great-great-grandmother had described in her old diary. Dust and cobwebs covered the walls, statues, and staircase but Laura stared in wonder at it all.
Laura's great-great-grandmother Christine De Chagny, or before she had married, Christine Daee was a famous singer who had once lived in the opera house.
Laura looked Exactly like Christine did with long curly auburn hair, warm light brown eyes, creamy white skin, and a naive look about her.
Truth be told, it was Laura's love for the opera house and the mysterious stories she had heard about the strange phantom, or as her grandmother called him, The Angel of Music which had inspired her to reopen the opera house Populaire as a museum to inform and intrigue the people of its history.
Ever since Laura had been a little girl, she had come to the closed opera house as she felt drawn toward it. Now she was a twenty-three-year-old woman, with enough wealth, beauty, and intelligence, Laura stood taking in every thing that she saw right down to the detail of the walls.
Little did she know, that someone was watching her . . .
Erik couldn't believe his eyes. The she was, his Christine, standing in the entrance of the opera. 'No,' he thought 'it can't be.' Christine was gone and Erik knew that, however, it this wasn't Christine who could it be?
"Mademoiselle De Chagny?" called a rather plump man, whom Erik assumed to be a workman, to the woman whose beauty resembled that of Christine's.
"Oh! Excuse me Monsieur. I was in my own little world." The woman replied apologetically.
"Quite all right Mademoiselle. I wanted to ask you for your consent before I start work on the opera house." The workman explained.
"Oh yes! Of course."
The workman nodded and with that went outside to give the orders to the other workmen.
Laura sighed. She didn't know just how long this whole process would take, but she told herself to be patient. Laura's curiosity was now kicking itself in gear. In her mind she wondered what had happened to the phantom she had heard so much about? The famous opera ghost? Her logic told her that after 125 years Erik (what her grandmother's diary had said the ghost's name was) would be long dead, but the child within her wondered: "Can ghosts really die?"
All thoughts in Laura's mind ceased when a deep voice spoke to her seemingly out of nowhere, a man's voice.
"So! You're the one who is responsible for those fools outside MY opera house." The voice boomed sounding rather irritated.
Laura froze. "Who said that?" she asked.
"My dear I'd be more concerned about answering my questions before you begin asking me any." The voice said in response. "Now . . . what is your name?" the voice asked.
Laura hesitated, but decided not to anger whomever the voice belonged to. "My name is Laura De Chagny," she replied. " My great-great-grandmother was the Countess Christine De Chagny. My grandmother used to sing her, Christine Daee. Perhaps you've heard of her?" Laura added looking carefully around her, hoping to glance of the stranger who was speaking to her.
The voice was silent, which made Laura frustrated. "All right! I answered your question. Now, if you would be so kind as to answer mine. Who are you?" Laura demanded.
"Child if you are indeed Christine Daee's descendant, then you already know who it is you are speaking to." The voice said echoing out leaving Laura confused.
"Wait! What do you mean -" Laura started but that's when it hit her. 'The phantom!' her mind exclaimed.
Yes. I'm leaving this here. Don't worry. It will pick up where it's original version left off. Until then, I bid you all farewell. Read and review please.