Summary: Elisa is a grand daughter to Christine. On one evening when the Germans are bombing Paris, she founds herself from the yard of the theater, which she had heard so many stories. Will her destiny be similar with Christine? ( Loosely based on the movie.)

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone who you might recognize from Phantom of the Opera. (I wish I did, you see, I love Gerard Butler... Lol)

Okay, in this story will be some supernatual things, specially the fact that the Phantom hasn't aged a day after Christine's time...

Chapter 1

It was getting dark in Paris and Elisa LeCheval knew that she should be home already. It was year 1941 and the World War II was raving around the Europe. Germans had been bombing Paris for a week almost constantly, but she had refused to leave Paris despite her mother had begged her. She was studying in Academy of Music, and she had decided that she would leave only if the school had to be closed. Her boyfriend was working in Paris also and she didn't want to leave him either.

Elisa started to run, because there would be curfew soon in the town, and she wanted to get back home before it started. No one knew if Germans were going to bomb Paris that night, but Elisa knew that it was better to be safe than sorry. She had ran one section of the street, when she heard the first voices of the airplanes. She stood still and looked up on the sky, just to see several planes just appearing behind the few clouds on the sky. Before Elisa realized, first sounds of the falling bombs pierced the air and she heard explosion not so far away. She started to run again not noticing the people yelling and screaming around her when they were searching for cover.

Elisa ran aimless until she had to stop,when the a bomb fell near her and she fell to the ground by the force of the explosion. She was unharmed despite few minor cuts on her hands and she stood up fast again. She started to look around, and realized that she had ran the wrong way. She was quite a far from home, but still the surroundings looked somehow familiar. She turned slowly and took a deep breath when she recognized the remains of the building behind her. Elisa had been there before. She knew that the building used to be a big theater, where her grand mother Christine de Chagny or Daae like she was known then, used to sing. Elisa had heard so many stories about those days from her own mother, but never from Christine, who had died three years before Elisa's birth. Elisa had never been inside the theatre, because it had been abandoned almost as long as she had been alive and it was in very bad condition. Elisa also knew that some homeless people used to stay there, so she didn't specially even want to go in.

Elisa had heard that the building had been magnificent when the theatre had it best times, but now it looked old and sad. After the theatre had badly burned on the fire, no one wanted to buy the building, mainly because there was still a persistent rumour going around that it was haunted. She didn't believe those rumours, because she believed knowing the real truth of the Phantom of the Opera. After all according her mother and grandfather Raoul, the Phantom had been in love to her grand mother Christine. And he had been just a man, who happened to have disfigured face. Considering the time when this love triangle between Christine, Raoul and the Phantom had occured, also the Phantom had died already, despite if he was immortal and Elisa doubted that, she didn't believe in things like that.

Again a heavy explosion shaked the ground and Elisa leaned on the gate of the theater. Two men ran towards her and yelled her to get some place safe when they passed her. Elisa hesitated for a moment, but when she heard enemy planes approaching again, she ran to the door of the theatre. She stood by the door for a moment and then she opened it carefully. She entered the once so magnificent hall, which was now in ruins and almost half of the roof of the building was missing. She closed the door carefully behind her. Why did I close the door so carefully? It's not like someone would actually care about this place. She thought when she carefully walked her way between the fallen roof boards and almost collapsed stairway. She found her way to the main hall, where she saw that there was only few benches left on the big stands. But there was still box stands and the main stage left, and the roof of the hall was still attached. She took a deep breath and could almost imagine the stands filled with people and actors on the stage. But the only voice she heard was bombs falling outside and planes flying on the air. I hope they don't hit this building.

Elisa was a little scared, but still she felt that she was safe in the theatre. There was something peaceful in there despite what had happened many, many years ago. She knew that she should go home, but something was holding her in there. She also thought that the theatre was the safiest place on that moment, she could leave when the bombing was over. Suddently she had the feeling that someone was watching her, but her common sense said that she was alone. She looked up to the boxes but didn't see anyone. Don't be stupid, Elisa. You know here's no one but you, that is just your nerves which are making tricks.

She walked slowly down to the first row of the stand and sat on the one of the few benches left. She stared for a moment to the stage imaging her grand mother singing there and her grand father watching her from his stand. Suddently the words of a song came to her mind. Her mother sang it to her when she had been little, and her grand mother had sang the same song to Elisa's mother when she had been young. Elisa started to sing quietly the song with her beautiful voice, which she had inherited from her mother's side.

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came

That voice which calls to me and speaks my name.

And do I dream again?

For now I find

The Phantom of the Opera is there

inside my mind.

Suddently out of no where the male voice joined to the song, and Elisa went silent turning her wide and scared eyes towards the voice.

Sing once again with me our strange duet.

My power over you grows stronger yet

and though you turn from me to glance behind.

The Phantom of the Opera is there,

inside your mind.

Elisa saw a male figure up in one of the boxes. He was wearing dark clothes and a dark brown cloak, it also seemed to her that he was wearing some kind of half mask on his face. Suddently Elisa felt very dizzy and before she could say anything or even move, she fainted sliding down to the floor.

A/N: The historical facts might not be correct in this story, so please don't kill me for that...

Those things which are written in italic, are Elisa's thoughts, exept the song in this chapter.

I know it's maybe a bit tactless to use the song here, but I thought it would suit well in that situation...