All right, hello everyone. This is a new fanfic I have decided to make. I got a little carried away, as you can see. I forgot to start on the next chapter, so this one is very long. It is possible with all of them being long, but it is also possible with them all being not so extended. I will update when I can, but I must remind you, that I already have another fanfic in another category, so I might not update this one, or I might not update that one. Oh well. We'll just have to find out, won't we? Enjoy my story, and please review it. If you have something bad to say, then why say it? I did not force you to read my story, so peacefully get out, and go find one you like. Thank you, and enjoy once more.

Ps: sorry. I don't Phantom of the Opera, but can't say I wish I didn't.

Exactly one year went by sense the tragic end of first opera. Although, while the year carried on, the opera was being rebuilt by a new owner. His name was Bayard Bevin.

Unlike all the other foolish owners, Bayard followed his instructions. Although, his instructions were a little different from the pervious owners. He was to pay his payment, leave box five open, and give him a list of events that will be happening soon.

Erik looked at what was soon to come on the chart next. It read:

MY SISTER MIGHT BE COMING TO VISIT, PERHAPS JOIN OUR PRODUCTION. BE CAUTOUS, HER VOICE COULD MAKE YOUR EARS FALL OFF.

He chuckled a little, but he decided to keep that little warning to heart. Could never really be too careful with people these days.

Bayard's sister, Beatrice Bevin, was actually coming to 'visit' a lot sooner then her brother planned. She was dressed in a dark blue dress, but was covered by a warm over coat. She had beautiful grey eyes. They were not only beautiful though. Powerful. Smart. Controlling. Manipulative. There were so many words to describe her.

"How are you how are you, Jezebel?" Beatrice asked with fake kindness. The girl on the other side of the carriage did not answer. Whenever Beatrice said the name 'Jezebel', she would say it with such nastiness.

"Jezebel, why do you not answer me?" she said turning her grey eyes into a deep glower. The girl barely answered. Not because she was frightened, because she was cold.

"Not so well...I'm quite cold. You would be to if you were wearing what I happen to be wearing. And will you please stop calling me 'Jezebel'? You know that is not my name." She said with a bored tone. Beatrice raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? If that is not your name, then why do you continue to leave me guessing? Why don't you enlighten me with your name and all its history." She said sarcastically.

"Because you're a pest, Beatrice." The girl whispered softly. Even if it was soft, Beatrice still heard. Her pale face began to flare with a little tint of red.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped. They had reached their destination. The door opened, and the drive put out his hand for miss Beatrice. When Beatrice stepped out, the drives hand went away, leaving the girl to hop out. She didn't mind, but he did have to be so rude.

"Honestly, Jezebel, do you have to be entirely rude? And what have I told you about speaking to me as if we were aquatinted or friends? You are to call me Madame or mistress. If you have any problems with this, I really won't care." She said with a huff. The girl just sighed. Beatrice pulled out an extremely long coat out, with an oversized hood. The girl looked at her skeptically.

"Do not think I am being kind to you, Jezebel. I am giving this do you so I don't really have to be seen with you. Its embarrassing enough I have a gypsy for a slave." She said rolling her eyes. The girl looked at her coldly, but reluctantly put it on. Putting on this cloak like coat on; no one could see any part of her. She didn't mind this either. Its not like anyone was going to make friends with a gypsy like her anyway.

Beatrice Bevin made her entrance to the Opera house. She strolled to the stage, where she knew her brother would be. Her servant was still covered by the coat. She walked a little slower behind Beatrice. Before she entered the door, she asked for a mirror to check her make-up. After adding a third layer to her make-up, she walked with confidence to the stage.

"Oh! Dear brother, how good it is to see you again!" she said with such glee. She opened up her arms and walked to him with such a large smile on her face. Bayard walked to her as well, but not with such happiness.

"And it is good to see you as well, Beatrice. You look more…radiant every time I see you." He said with a monotone voice. His sister just smiled even wider at the comment, and turned around. Her face, which still carried the smile, flickered an eyebrow at her servant.

"Jezebel, dear, please come here." She said not taking that obviously fake smile off. The girl walked slowly up the stage, behind her mistress. She stopped, and said nothing.

"Umm…dearest sister, why do you hide your servant? This, 'Jezebel' you seem to call her?" he asked curiously. The girl huffed.

Oh! For the last time! My name is not 'Jezebel'!" she said. Although as she said it, it was a tad muffled by the cloak. Beatrice laughed nervously.

"Oh…its just what I call her. I hide her because…she is unsightly. I do not want to blind anyone on stage." She said with a little laugh, covering up her story, looking from face to face. The people said nothing, and carried on what they were doing.

There was a silence for at least a couple moments. Well, until Bayard said something.

"Beatrice, may I look upon the face of your servant? My curiosity is somewhat overtaking me." Beatrice looked around. There were very few people around, most of them where to busy to even notice them. Beatrice sighed.

"Oh…very well." She said. She looked at her servant, gave her a glower and nodded. Slowly, she took her hood off.

Everyone around them stopped what they were doing. The dancers stopped dancing. The paints who painted the backgrounds turned to look. The actors and actresses stopped rehearsing and looked upon her face. Even a certain Phantom looked who happen to be hiding in the shadows.

The first thing everyone noticed was her eyes. They were even more green then springtime grass. She had long, wavy dark brown hair, and her skin gave off a tannish glow. She was obviously wearing make-up, but she only wore it around her eyes, which gave off a more desiring look. She looked at all the faces that where staring at her. She gave them all a nervous smile.

No one moved. Beatrice huffed a little and turned to face the girl again. Her eyes lowered into a cruel look, and she whispered lowly to the girl.

"Every time we do this, Jezebel! EVERY TIME! Well, not this time! This is my big chance, and you will not take this away! Get my bags and put them in my room, and once you are finished with that, stay there until I retire, is that clear?" The girl was a little hurt, but nodded. She put her hood back on, took her mistresses things, and was lead to her mistresses' room by a boy. Beatrice turned back to her brother, and smiled.

"I apologies. Jezebel is such a lovely creature really, but it is her personality and her backgrounds that are disgusting. You see, she is a gypsy. I know, I know, how could I take her? But I had such great pity for her that I needed to have her under my house hold. But as the months carried on, I noticed that she is quite vulgar. She has attempted to hurt me you know." She talked on, but not only to her brother, to anyone around her. They were all shocked when she said she was a gypsy.

Suddenly, a letter came soaring down. Before it touched the ground, Bayard snatched it. He opened it up, and read it quickly. Then he looked at his sister.

"Sister, I believe this is entitled to you." He said handing the letter to her. Beatrice was confused, yet flatter. Could it be a love note?

"Dear Miss Beatrice Bevin,

I welcome you and your servant to my opera house. I bid you and your servant good night, and good luck in our audition tomorrow.

As Always,

The Phantom.

P.S: Why do you call your servant 'Jezebel', when she has made it quite clear that it is not her name, and that she does not like that name? "

Beatrice was angry now. How dare this, this 'phantom' mock her about her servant! And what did he mean, saying good luck to her servant as well? He did not surely believe her servant was going to do anything in this production? That would be a good laugh.

After talking to her brother, which seemed to have felt like hours, (but probably was) she retired for the night. Besides…it was time to take her anger out on her servant. She opened the door to find her servant cloak less and staring off. She turned to look at Beatrice, and then continued to stare off.

"Jezebel, what am I to do with you? Do you want to be flung onto the streets again? Every where we go, at least five men want to court you, or even marry you!" Beatrice said angrily. Annoyed, the girl turned to look at her.

"Well I'm sorry, Madame, but I do not see how that is my fault. I have done nothing wrong. As I do recall, you approved of me showing my face." She said smirking a little. This fight was certainly going to be interesting.

Beatrice puffed a little.

"Well you could have refused." She said while dressing. Of course, the girl by now was not looking. She felt a slight rumble in her stomach.

"Madame, may I get something to eat?" she said changing tones in her voice.

"No, you may not." Beatrice said not even looking at her. The girls angry rose a little.

"Why the devil not!" she yelled. Beatrice looked at her with small eyes.

"Because…I said so." She said turning off the light and going to sleep.

The girl remained in the corner. Well, that is where Beatrice going to let her sleep anyway. She just stared off into the darkness, and let out a deep sigh. Suddenly, she felt something placed in her hand. She jumped a little, and then brought it to the light from the moon to see it.

One was a letter, and the other was a croissant. She was a little confused, and a little crept out. She opened the letter, and read it.

"Dear Mademoiselle,

I have brought you something upon hearing you were hungry. This may be rushing things a bit, but may I ask you a few questions?

One being, if your name is not what your 'owner' calls you, then what is your real name?

What is your age? And if you are a gypsy, which group did you below to?

Sorry to ask such personal questions, but curiosity has stricken me when I saw your beautiful face. Perhaps we will meet soon. Only time can tell.

As Always,

The Phantom"

She looked around, then curiously back at the note.

"You wish to know my name, monsieur phantom?" she said looking around the darkness. "Very well. My name is Monique, and I would be honored if you were to be my friend." She said looking around. She knew she couldn't see him, but she had a strong feeling he had heard her. With this knowledge, she lay down on the cold ground, and fell into deep sleep.