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Victoria's POV

We walk along the halls, which are dark and damp. I looked around and still held Erik's hand for protection. Grabbing a torch, Erik pulled me along and we went down some stairs. I said, "I read the note and I was so scared that Buquet was there, but I'm glad he wasn't and Madame Giry allowed me in the dressing room."

Erik turned his head and said, "I also sent her a note and told her. Also, he should learn his place and not bother you." I looked around and asked, "How come you wanted me to sing for you in the room? Trying to make a dramatic appearance for fun?" Turning his head, he gave an innocent shrug, "I just wanted to hear you sing and didn't want to be seen if someone came into the room."

I nodded, "Good point." We walked down a slope and found a black horse down there. I looked at the horse and said as I stroked his soft neck, "He's beautiful. Is that Cesar?" Erik looked at me and answered, "Yes, how did you know his name?" I was about to say something, but Erik raised a hand and said, "You knew it from your time." I chuckled, "You took the words right out of my mouth."

I stepped onto the stirrup and got myself on. I tried to find the other stirrup for my right foot, but there wasn't any. I asked, "I have to ride side-saddle? I never ridden like that before. I rode with one leg on each side." Erik looked at me and asked, "You rode horses with one leg on each side?"

I said, "Besides dance lessons and singing, I used to take riding lessons and wore pants. It's a bit uncomfortable on the English saddle, but the American Western saddle is easier to hold onto and comfortable." I held the reins, then Erik said, "I'll make sure you don't fall off." He held the reins near Cesar's jaw to control the horse, I gave Cesar's side a squeeze, and we went down the tunnels. I held onto the reins and looked around the tunnels being lit.

Along the ride, Erik looked at me and said, "You're very quiet. Is there something on your mind?" I sighed, "Well, I was pretty nervous when I heard the song for Act II and relieved at the same time. I knew that song growing up and it was in a movie that I watched. Oh, and that Carlotta needs to be taught a lesson and Buquet seems like he's out to get me."

Erik said, "I saw the whole thing up from the rafters. I tried not to laugh when you said that her voice sounded like a dying animal. But you're right about Buquet; he's been trying to expose me and be the hero, but always is off getting drunk and being near women for his sick pleasure. He would try to harass the ballet dancers and try to harm them when he's completely wasted." I said, "He should learn to quit drinking or get himself fired. If he comes near me again like that or anything else, I know how to throw a punch and a kick."

We pulled to a stop, then Erik helped me get off the horse. We got onto the gondola and went through the caverns. As we got near the gates, Erik said, "You must sing for me." I thought of something and vocalized the melody to Part of Your World to warm up my voice. I kept singing as the gates opened and lit candles came out from the water. We came towards the shore and I finished singing. I watched Erik step out of the boat, take his cape off, and sing to me:

    I have brought you to the seat of sweet music's throne

    To this kingdom where all must pay homage to music...

    Music...

    You have come here for one purpose and one alone!

    Since the moment I first heard you sing, I have needed you with me

    To serve me, to sing for my music...

    My music...


He came towards me, held his hand out, and helped me off the boat. We walked towards the organ and Erik sat down before he began to play a few scales. He said, "Now sing them after you hear a key change. Take your time, think of each note, and breathe." I sang all the scales he did until I reached up to a high F. He stopped playing and said, "That's a good range for a first soprano. Let's see if you can sing some of the songs. Let's start with the solo from Act II. I'll play the introduction and tell you when to start."

"Is it alright if you could nod for my cues? That helps me a lot when I sing in choir and on the stage when I was in theatre productions," I said.

Erik said, "Of course. Just breathe, think of the note, and come in when I give the signal. When you're singing this song, think of being in a sort of dreamland or some sort of fantasy you can imagine." I said, "Alright, let's do this." Erik began to play the introduction and nodded his head for my cue, then I began to sing:

    Dancing bears, painted wings

    Things I almost remember...

    And a song someone sings

    Once upon a December...

    Someone holds me safe and warm

    Horses prance through a silverstorm...

    Figures dancing gracefully

    Across my memory...


He stopped playing, looked at me, and said, "That was good as the audition. We'll keep practicing before the night of the performance. Now let's go into the aria."

I asked, "Think of Me? That's the name of the song."

He answered, "Yes, that one. I'll give you the first two measures to start and we'll continue on through the rest of the song." He began to play the intro to the song and nodded his head for my cue, then I began to sing:

    Think of me

    Think of me fondly when we've said good-bye...

    Remember me

    Once in a while, please promise me you'll try...

    When you find that once again you long

    To take your heart back and be free...

    If you'll ever find a moment,

    Spare a thought for me...


The organ began to change keys with a half step, then I took a deep breath and I sang as I got my cue:

    We never said our love was evergreen

    Or as unchanging as the sea...

    But if you can still remember,

    Stop and think of me...

    Think of all the things we've shared and seen;

    Don't think about the way things might have been...

    Think of me

    Think of me waking silent and resigned...

    Imagine me

    Trying too hard to put you from my mind...

    Recall those days, look back on all those times,

    Think of the things we'll never do...

    There will never be a day

    When I won't think of you!


Erik kept playing, then I finished the song with everything I've got:

    Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade

    They have their seasons, so do we

    But please promise me that sometimes

    You will think...

    Aaaah-aaah-aaah-aaah-aaah

    Aaaah-aaah-aaah-aaah-aaah

    Aah-aah-aah-aah-aah-aah-aaah-aaah

    Aaaah-aaah

    Of me!


He stopped playing and said impressed, "That was very good, Victoria. Was that song from the musical that you mentioned about my songs being in?" I smiled, "Yes, it is." We sat for a while, talked to get to know each other better to pass the time, and Erik came back in with a familiar bag of mine. He said, "This backpack you call it is very interesting to carry all these things. What is that circular machine that pops open and the little case of these circular things?"

I showed him my CD player with my CDs saying, "This is a CD player that allows you to listen to music and these discs are CDs." He seemed interested in the songs that I showed him, but I didn't get to show him my Phantom CDs so that I wouldn't want to hurt him about Christine. I asked, "Uh, are my clothes from yesterday dry?"

Erik said, "Yes, they are. They're in the trunk where I found the dress you wore earlier today." He looked at the player and said, "The future seems very interesting with all the new inventions with electricity and transportation, equal rights, politics, and education." I sighed, "There are still political issues going on, but some of the wars being fought are horrible. Things have changed, but I haven't. I'm still the same person."

I put my stuff away, then Erik said, "I could take your purse and bag for you when we get back. Wait here." I handed him my stuff and asked, "You didn't spend any of my money, did you? I went through a lot of things to get French money before I got on my plane to Paris."

Erik said, "I haven't looked inside your purse or steal any of your money." He left the cavern and came back for me about 30 minutes later. He said, "It's time to head back." We walked towards the boat to get to the other side, rode on Cesar to get towards the stairs, and finally walked up the stairs to get through the halls back to the dressing room. I stepped out of the mirror and said, "Thank you for the lessons, Erik."

Erik said, "You're welcome, Victoria. We'll do this again every night until the show begins. Good night." He walked away, then I went out of the room and quietly closed the door behind me before going into my bed. I found my backpack under my bed along with my purse, then I got into the covers and fell asleep.
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Erik's POV

I went back towards my lair and thought about the girl. Her world seemed interesting from mine, but it was more difficult with the new technology and changes going on. However, she was able to go through with them her whole life. I thought about how well she sang and would need more improvement for a part. I turned my attention towards the sketches of Christine, then decided to draw Victoria.

Her blue eyes caught my attention when I first saw her sitting in Box Five, after taking the blindfold off her when I took her, and when she cried after she tried to escape. Also, her eyes have an innocence to them and a bit of fire in them as well. My thoughts began to drift away as I thought about Victoria. Her beauty, courage, and personality have caught my attention when I first saw her. I began to draw her face and sang to myself:

    The day starts, the day ends

    Time crawls by...

    Night steals in pacing the floor

    The moments creep, yet I can't bear to sleep

    Till I hear you sing...

    And weeks pass and months pass

    Seasons fly

    Still you don't walk through the door...

    And in a haze I count the silent days

    Till I hear you sing once more

    And sometimes at nighttime...

    I dream that you are there

    But wake, holding nothing but the empty air...


I drew a picture of her smiling face and thought of her looking like an angel, then I took out another piece of parchment to sketch Victoria and decided to draw her dancing. She was graceful as a swan and began to remind me of a fairy dancing in the woods. I began to draw her doing a pirouette and looked at the finished drawing, seeing her beauty and grace:

    And years come, and years go

    Time runs dry

    Still, I ache down to the core...

    My broken soul can't be alive and whole

    Till I hear you sing once more...

    And music, your music

    It teases at my ear I turn,

    And it fades away, and you're not here...

    Let hopes pass, let dreams pass

    Let them die

    Without you, what are they for?

    I always feel no more than half-way real

    Till I hear you sing once more!


I turned towards the drawings and sighed, "She's so far, but I could still see her and hear her voice inside my head."
Those Pleading Eyes That Threaten and Adore: Ch 5
Here's Chapter 5!

Isn't it nice that they began to bond? I don't own any of the songs, but they were great to put in. They each belong to their respectful owners. I only own my OC Victoria (me). I hope you guys like where this is going and I'll try to update with as much as I can due to college stuff. Kind reviews and comments are accepted.

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Erik's POV

As I was looking down from the rafters and keeping myself hidden, I watched Victoria dancing and her movements flowed like water. After she finished dancing, Madame Giry smiled and introduced her to the other dancers. When Victoria was talking to Meg Giry and Christine, they seemed to get along fine. Just when things were going well, things turned for the worst when Carlotta came. I almost wanted wring that toad's neck for her attitude towards everyone. I noticed that Victoria was trying to hold back a laugh.

Carlotta turned towards her and shouted, "What-a do you-a find-a amusing?!" Victoria straightened herself and quickly said, "Nothing, I just had something stuck in my throat. I'm better now." She walked over towards her and said, "You're new? Where exactly are you-a from, signorina?"

Victoria said, "America, signora. Victoria Rath, pleased to meet you." Victoria held her hand out to be friendly, but Carlotta gave a smile that looked fake and said, "Carlotta Giudicelli. And this is my husband and the leading tenor of the Opera Populaire: Ubaldo Piangi. If you'll excuse-a me, I have to warm up." She walked away after Victoria gave a disgusted look, but the girl smiled a little when Piangi said to her, "Welcome to Paris, signorina." Despite being overweight and having a heavy accent, Piangi's more of a gentleman and can sing well.

He held her hand and gave it a little kiss, which made Victoria say to him, "Mille grazie, signor." He walked away when Carlotta screeched for him, then Victoria looked at the girls and said, "You're right, Christine. She's stuck up and I can't stand people like that. I was being nice and friendly, but she had to be all snooty. Piangi's nicer though. If the Phantom was here, I'd like to see him give her a piece of my mind!"

I quietly chuckled to myself. I thought of giving Carlotta a piece of Victoria's mind gladly and hoped that new girl will do well for the audition. The girls seemed scared about Victoria mentioning about me and my title, then Meg said, "I hope so, but I hope he doesn't do anything horrible that could kill her." Victoria sighed, "I hope she gets a taste of her own medicine." The auditions were starting and every person had a chance to sing. Christine still sounded like an angel when she sang. I thought to myself, It looks like I'll be having two chorus girls to train their voices.

As Carlotta sang, I cringed listening to her voice. I looked at Victoria talking to one of the stagehands that I believe is named Daren and she said to him, "I heard an animal do that, but when some people rolled it over it was already dead." I hold back a chuckle; this girl has a good sense of humor. Daren held back a chuckle and said, "I was thinking the same thing. I hope you do well on them, Victoria. Good luck." Victoria asked him, "Do you sing?" Daren shrugs, "I do, but I really like working on the sets and painting. I wouldn't mind trying to audition." He came up to try singing and sounded well. I listened to Victoria, Meg, and Christine whispering how Daren's voice sounded as he was singing.

After Daren finished singing, Victoria walked towards the stage to sing. Monsieur Reyer looked up and smiled, "Mademoiselle Rath, how nice of you to try out. Shall we start with the solo from Act II?" I noticed the look on her face and realized that she was nervous when she said, "Uh, s-sure..." I kept watching her expression and saw her expression change to relief when the music began to play. She took a breath and sang:

    Dancing bears, painted wings

    Things I almost remember...

    And a song someone sings

    Once upon a December...

    Someone holds me safe and warm

    Horses prance through a silverstorm...

    Figures dancing gracefully

    Across my memory...


The music stopped and Reyer smiled, "Thank you, mademoiselle." Victoria went back to meet Christine and Meg. They said that she did fine and Christine said, "You were amazing! I noticed that you looked nervous, but you didn't sound scared when you sang." She replied, "I knew that song when I was little and grew up listening to it."

After everyone was done, I watched her leave the stage to change. I got out one of my notes, threw it towards the stage, and went back to my lair. Before I was about to go, I looked to see Joseph Buquet grab Victoria by her arm. He leered at her, "You're the new girl, aren't ye? A pretty girl like you shouldn't be out alone here. The Phantom might come and whisk you away or worse."

Victoria got out of his hold and said, "Monsieur, I hardly believe in ghost stories anymore. I can take care of myself from your so-called opera ghost, especially from drunken and lecherous slobs like you. Excuse me." Victoria was about to leave, but Joseph grabbed her arms and said in a warning tone, "You better start believing in the stories here, Mademoiselle Rath. You're in one. I'd also watch my tongue if I were you."

I felt like jumping down to help Victoria and beating that drunken sot, but Madame Giry pried Victoria away from Joseph and said to the man, "That'll be enough, Joseph. She's with me. You will treat her with respect like my little Meg and Christine." As I watched the two walk away, she asked, "He didn't hurt you, did he?" Victoria said to her, "No, he didn't. If he touches me like that again or anything else, I'll kick him right where the sun don't shine."

Madame Giry chuckled and said, "For a young lady with grace, you have spirit and fire. Come along, let's get you something to eat for dinner with Meg and Christine."

As I was walking through the catacombs, I sighed, "She sounded beautiful. I never heard anyone sing like this before, except for the time Christine came here when she was young. I don't know how I would train these two, but one of them will be the star of the upcoming shows." I felt angered about what that stagehand nearly did to Victoria and still had that feeling of standing up for her, as well as making Buquet suffer. Once I made it towards my lair, I walked over towards my desk and looked at the note Madame Giry sent me. It said:

Dear Erik,

Mademoiselle Rath was exceptional for the chorus. Her dancing and singing were both superb.

However, her voice would need to make better expectations if she were to perform a solo, like when you were training Christine.

I'm not sure if you can trust her about knowing your past, but you need to keep an eye out on her to not reveal your secret to anybody else.

She seems like a nice person, but I don't know if she could still take the news for her condition of being from a different time.

If you are going to train her, don't try to do anything to hurt her or make her frightened.

If anything terrible would happen to her whether it's Buquet or some other lecherous men, come to her aid when it is necessary to do so.

Sincerely,

Mdme. Antoinette Giry


I closed the note and sighed. Thoughts in my head about this girl made me wonder and worry at the same time. When night came, I went back up the tunnels to meet with Victoria and start her lessons.
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Victoria's POV

After a delicious dinner with the Girys and Christine, I was shown to one of the dormitories by Christine and Meg. We went towards a door and found a couple of beds. Christine led me towards a bed and said, "I think this one would be alright for you."

I sat on the bed and smiled, "This feels nice." Meg changes out of her dress and stockings, then slips on a lavender nightgown with long sleeves as Christine puts on a white nightgown with short sleeves. I got up, placed the note under my pillow, and said, "I don't have anything to wear to sleep in. Is it alright if I could borrow one of your nightgowns?" Meg got over towards a dresser and handed me a nightgown similar to Meg's, but was white. I smiled, "Thanks, Meg."

"You're welcome, Victoria," Meg smiled. We all got ourselves changed and got into bed. Before I went to sleep, I got my note out from under my pillow and read it. It says:

Dear Mademoiselle Rath,

You sounded wonderful on the stage for your audition.

If we should begin your lessons tonight, go into the prima donna's dressing room and wait for me.

I hope to see you again.

Your most humble master,

O.G.


I bit my lip, got out of bed, and quietly went out of the room. I still held my note and walked towards the door to open it, but a hand on my shoulder made me gasp. I turned to see Madame Giry and said, "I had a note from him and he told me to come here. I didn't mean to wake anyone up. I thought you were Joseph Buquet for a second." Madame Giry placed a key into the door and said, "I know about the note. It's alright, Victoria. Buquet isn't around and I've been keeping my eyes on him." I walked inside the room and watched Madame Giry walk away, shutting the door behind her and leaving me all alone.

I stood in the dark room and sighed, "Okay, Erik. I'm ready."

A voice I knew said, "Mademoiselle, before we begin, you must sing."

I answered, "How? I don't know what to sing for you."

His voice said, "Think of something."

I thought for a bit and sang, "Angel, I hear you. Speak, I listen. Stay by my side; guide me. Angel, my soul was weak. Forgive me. Enter at last, master."

Erik's voice sang out, "Flattering child, you shall know me. See why in shadow I hide. Look at you face in the mirror; I am there inside!" I looked at the giant mirror in the room and saw Erik's face. I walked towards it and sang, "Angel of Music, guide and guardian. Grant to me your glory! Angel of Music, hide no longer! Come to me, strange Angel!" I stepped towards the mirror, saw Erik's hand, and reached out to hold it.
Those Pleading Eyes That Threaten and Adore: Ch 4
Here's Chapter 4 of the story!

Okay, how's that one? I'll try to get more up due to schoolwork going on with my cosmetology courses I'm taking and stuff. The songs here are not mine; all rights to respectful owners. I only own Victoria and Daren. Kind reviews and comments are accepted, folks.

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I woke up to a music box playing Masquerade, pulled the tassel to get curtains up, and got out of bed. Grabbing my purse, I took out my brush and brushed my hair out. I walked out of the room and looked around the cavern. I noticed that Erik was carrying a basket and setting it near a table.

I walked over towards the table and sat down. He looked at me and asked, "I trust you slept well?" I looked at him and said, "Good morning." I noticed that something smelled good was inside and found a few hot biscuits. I took one and bit into it, which tasted delicious and fresh. Erik looked at me and said, "Miss Rath, I have something to tell you."

After a swallow, I asked, "What is it? Please just call me by my first name."

Erik looked at me and said, "I just wanted to apologize for my actions towards you last night. I didn't mean to frighten you or hurt you. I shouldn't have lashed out at you when my mask was off." I looked at him and said, "I'm sorry for taking your mask off, but you were hurting me and I had to defend myself. Listen, I wasn't scared of your face. I know about what happened."

He looked at me and asked, "How did you know?" I sighed, "When I said 2010, I was from a different year. I'm from the future. In that time, everyone knew your story and the music you wrote. Some people wrote your story in a book and made your story into a musical. They also made it into a movie."

Erik asked, "Movie?"

"It's like a play, but it's on a screen that people can watch over and over again. I keep calling you Gerard Butler because the actor who played you looks and sounds like you," I explained. "Anyway, I know about your past and I feel sorry for you. I'm not scared about your deformity at all. I was scared when you took the blindfold off me and I couldn't control my fear of the news. I was angry and upset when I attacked you, but I was too scared. I'm really sorry."

I finished eating and looked to see Erik walk over towards me. He said, "Apology accepted. Last night, I heard some singing from one of the rooms. Was that you?" I bowed my head to hide my blush and answered, "Yeah, it was me. Why do you want to know?" Erik had a bit of a smile and said, "You have the voice of an angel. It may need some work, but it will be perfect for the stage."

I looked at him and asked, "You're going to give me lessons? How am I going to be here? I can't be out on the streets on my own. I can dance and sing, but I don't know what to do." Erik held a note with a wax skull for the seal. He answered, "You will be working in the Opera House as a chorus girl. I'll send the message to Madame Giry and she'll take care of everything."

I couldn't believe my ears that I'll dancing and singing, but got back to reality. I said, "I don't have any other clothes. My clothes are different than what women wear in this time." I watched Erik walk towards a chest and found some clothes that seemed to fit me. I looked at the dress he placed in my hands. I noticed a red ribbon that could be used as a hair tie, then the dress had long sleeves, a square neckline that didn't show much cleavage, and a skirt that came down to my ankles. The dress itself was a light pink and the hem of the skirt was a dark rose color.

I looked at it and smiled, "It's beautiful. Is it alright if I could try it on?" Erik nodded his head and led me over towards a curtain to change. I closed it, changed my out of my nightgown before slipping on the dress, and it was a perfect fit. I tied the ribbon into my hair as a low pony with a few of my tendrils out, then stepped out for Erik to see. Erik looked at me and said, "You look lovely." I smiled a bit and was ready to go, but the Phantom stopped me saying, "You can't go like this."

I raised a brow and asked, "What do you mean?"

He pointed to my skirt, then I lifted it up and noticed that I was still barefoot. I watched him go towards the chest and return with a pair of white flats. He got on one knee and said, "Hold still." I looked down and kept still as I watched Erik hold my left ankle, then he slipped the shoe on my foot. He did the same to the other one and asked, "How are they?" I walked around a bit and said, "They're a perfect fit." Erik held out his hand to me, which I held, and led me towards the gondola. We went through the catacombs, walked through the tunnels, and came out of a passage. I turned and said, "Thank you."

He lets go of my hand and says, "You're welcome. Promise not to mention anything about me to anyone; it's only between you, Madame Giry, and me." He left me alone, then I walked around the corridors. As I was walking around, I looked to see the stage and walked over towards one of the stagehands.

I asked, "Excuse me, does anyone know where I can find Madame Giry?" One of the younger stagehands with dark hair above his shoulders, brown eyes, and stubbles with a mustache said, "Her office is down the hall to your right." I smiled and said, "Thanks." I turned to find the room, but stopped when the stagehand asked me, "Are you new here?" I turned around and answered, "Yes, just came here this morning."

"What is your name?"

"Victoria Rath."

The stagehand replied, "I'm Daren Gringoire. Pleased to meet you, Mademoiselle Rath."

I smiled and said, "Pleased to make your acquaintance." I made my way to find the room and looked to see two girls about my age talking to each other. One has blonde hair tied back in a half-back by a white hairbow with fair skin about one shade darker than I am and wore a purple dress, while the other girl has dark brown curly hair in a half-back and wearing a dress similar to mine in a lavender color.

The blonde saw me and said cheerfully, "Oh, good morning! You must be the new girl my mother is expecting!"

I smiled at her spirit and said, "Yes, I am. My name is Victoria Rath. What are your names?"

The brunette said, "I'm Christine Daae and this is Meg Giry."

Meg said, "Pleased to meet you, Victoria."

Christine adds, "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Rath." I looked at Christine and had a feeling in my stomach. Was it fear about her protection or knowing that Erik's heart could be broken by her? I pushed the feeling aside and smiled politely, "Likewise. So, Meg, your mother is Madame Giry?"

Meg says, "Yes, she teaches ballet here. She may be a little cross and firm, but she's nice. I'm sure she'll like you." She gives a knock on the door and we hear a French accent say, "Yes, who is it?" Meg opens the door and says, "Mama, she's here to see you." I looked to see a woman wearing a black dress with dirty blonde hair in a long braid with fair skin and blue eyes sitting near a desk. She was exactly how I remembered from the movie in appearance and personality. Madame Giry smiled, "Merci, Meg. I'd like to talk to her in private. I promise it won't take long. You and Christine go get dressed in your dancing clothes with the other girls."

Meg nods and before she leaves, she whispers to me, "Christine and I will see you later." I gave a nod and a tiny wave to her, then closed the door. Madame Giry looked at me and asked, "You're Miss Victoria Rath?" I walked over to a seat, sat down, and answered, "Yes, I am." She walked around me and said, "I read in the note that you wanted to be in the chorus. Can you sing or dance?"

"I've been dancing since I was five and sang in choirs growing up. As I got older, I was into school theatre productions as the ensemble and was in the choirs," I answered.

She looked at me and asked, "You're from America, correct?"

I didn't want to spill the beans about me being from the future, so I stretched my story a bit, "Yes, I was born and raised there. I lived in Pennsylvania my whole life and would sometimes go to the city of Philadelphia to see the ballets. I came to Paris not only to see the sights, but my love of dancing and the theatre kept growing. My family wanted me to go to Paris to study theatre and ballet, so I can have a good reputation to have a career as an actress. It's always been my dream."

I almost felt sick to my stomach when she looked at me; she looked at me like a hawk. I was about to say more, but she raised her hand and said, "You don't have to say anything else. I read from the Opera Ghost about what had happened to your belongings and that he found you. I know about the Opera Ghost and won't reveal anything to anyone about him."

I shuffled my foot and softly said, "I know about him, too. He seems and sounds terrifying, but there's something in him that makes him unique. I promise not to say anything about him to anyone else. Anything that is involved with him is safe between you and me."

Taking my hand, we walked over towards a room where some clothes were. She measures me, finds a ballet dress that is white with a red sash that matches my hair ribbon and has a fluffy skirt that comes down to my knees, and hands me a pair of pointe slippers along with a pair of white pantyhose. I looked at the things and asked, "I'm in the chorus now?" The lady gave a small laugh and answered, "I heard from Erik that you can sing, but I wanted to see if you can dance. I'll wait for you outside when you've changed and we'll begin."

I changed out of my dress into the ballet dress, slipped on my pantyhose, and tied on the pointe slippers. I stepped outside and was led towards a ballet barre backstage. I started doing the stretches, foot and arm positions, and lunges Madame Giry told me to do. She said, "Very good. Now let's see if you can do a dance that you know." I walked to the center of the stage, took a deep breath, and started dancing. I danced using grand jetés, pirouettes, glissades, chasses, pas de bourrées, tombés, piqué turns, and arabesques. I finished with a pirouette and held my arms over my head as my feet were in third position.

Madame Giry smiled and said, "You've done very well, Victoria. Welcome to the Opera Populaire."

I smiled and said, "Thank you, Madame Giry." She gave me a tour of the Opera House, except for the catacombs due to Erik showing me the way out. As we got back, she introduced me to Monsieur Reyer, the composer. He smiled, "Pleased to meet you, miss." I smiled and said, "A pleasure to you, too, sir." I was also introduced to Monsieur Lefevre, the manager. He smiled, "It's very nice to have another dancer for the ballet. Our production of Hannibal will be having auditions later today. Good luck."

We walked back to the stage, where some of the ballerinas were warming up. Madame Giry called, "Girls, we have a new dancer to join us. She's just arrived from America and is eager to study dancing. Please give a warm welcome to Mademoiselle Victoria Rath." I gave friendly wave and smiled, "Hello, everyone." Most of the girls walked over towards me and gave me a warm welcome. Meg wore a ballet dress like all the girls and what I'm wearing, but her sash is in a light blue color and Christine's sash is light pink as she has half of her hair tied back with a matching pink bow.

Christine asked, "You did well?"

I smiled, "Yes, I got to dance and she liked my dancing."

Meg and Christine hugged me happily, then Meg said, "That's great! I'm so glad that you're going to be friends with us and that you get to dance. It'll be fun." I said to Meg and Christine, "Did you hear about the auditions for Hannibal? I hope there are some good parts."

Christine shrugged, "I don't know, but I hope something would turn up. You could sing?" I said, "Yes, a lot. I was in a lot of choirs when I was young and kept singing. Are you thinking about auditioning for a part?" She looked at me and sighed, "I don't think I could, Victoria. The leading roles are always given to La Carlotta, who is the prima donna here."

I rolled my eyes and moaned, "Oh no, not her. I've heard things about her and I don't know why she always gets those parts. It's not fair and some of the others should be given a chance. She can't be that good of a singer." Meg looked at me and sighed, "Well, she's always does her act about being in the chorus and had to bribe her way into getting the leading part. She's worse when she goes into a fit and threatens about quitting, maybe even threatening to fire Monsieur Lefevre."

I said, "I hope somebody puts an end to it. I don't care if she's the prima donna or if she's the queen of England, but I could give the audition a shot." Christine raised a brow, "Shot? Who's getting shot?" I laughed and said, "No one is, Christine. It's a way how people say back home in America to give something a try." Christine felt relieved and said, "You might be able to try. Don't be nervous and do the best you can."

I smiled and said, "Thanks, Christine." We turned our attention to warm up for Madame Giry, learned a new dance that was for the show, and took a break. During the break, a woman wearing a large hat that matched the color of her dress came in. She had red hair and had a few maids behind her with a little white poodle, along with a plump man who was well-dressed. The woman spoke in a heavy Italian accent, "I'm-a here, everyone! If you-a want-a to know who will be getting the lead-a, it's me!"

I held back a snicker because of how funny Carlotta sounded and couldn't believe she sounded like Minnie Driver in the movie, along with looking like her. She turned her head towards me and snapped, "What-a do you-a find-a amusing?!" I straightened myself and quickly said, "Nothing, I just had something stuck in my throat. I'm better now." She walked over towards me and said, "You're new, aren't you? Where exactly are you-a from, signorina?"

I said, "America, signora. Victoria Rath, pleased to meet you." I held my hand out to be friendly, but she gave a smile that looked fake and said, "Carlotta Giudicelli. And this is my husband and the leading tenor of the Opera Populaire: Ubaldo Piangi. If you'll excuse-a me, I have to warm up." She walked away and I gave a disgusted look, but I smiled a little when Piangi said to me, "Welcome to Paris, signorina."

He held my hand and gave a little kiss, which made me say to him, "Mille grazie, signor." He walked away when Carlotta screeched for him, then I looked at the girls and said, "You're right, Christine. She's stuck up and I can't stand people like that. I was being nice and friendly, but she had to be all snooty. Piangi's nicer though. If the Phantom was here, I'd like to see him give her a piece of my mind!"

The girls seemed scared about the Phantom, then Meg said, "I hope so, but I hope he doesn't do anything horrible that could kill her." I sighed, "I hope she gets a taste of her own medicine." The auditions were starting and every person had a chance to sing. Most of the chorus sounded perfect and Piangi wowed me with his voice; his voice reminded me a bit of Pavarotti's in some ways. However, Carlotta made my ears bleed when she sang.

I looked at Daren and sighed, "I heard an animal do that, but when some people rolled it over it was already dead." Daren held back a chuckle and said, "I was thinking the same thing. I hope you do well on them, Victoria. Good luck." I asked him, "Do you sing?" Daren shrugs, "I do, but I really like working on the sets and painting. I wouldn't mind trying to audition." He came up to try singing and as I was listening to him sing, his voice reminded me of Josh Groban's in a way.

Meg whispered, "Daren sounds good for a stagehand."

I said, "Yeah, doesn't he?"

Christine listened to him singing and said, "He almost sounds like an angel." After Daren was done singing, it was my turn and I walked towards the stage to sing. Monsieur Reyer looked up and smiled, "Mademoiselle Rath, how nice of you to try out. Shall we start with the solo from Act II?" I nodded and answered nervously, "Uh, s-sure..." I didn't know about the solo in Act II of Hannibal, but I felt relieved when I heard the piano play a familiar tune that I knew. I took a deep breath and sang:

    Dancing bears, painted wings

    Things I almost remember...

    And a song someone sings

    Once upon a December...

    Someone holds me safe and warm

    Horses prance through a silverstorm...

    Figures dancing gracefully

    Across my memory...


The music stopped and Reyer smiled, "Thank you, mademoiselle." I went back to meet with the ballerinas. They said that I did fine, then Meg said as she hugged me, "Your voice sounds beautiful!" Christine said, "You were amazing! I noticed that you looked nervous, but you didn't sound scared when you sang." I didn't want to reveal my secret about me being from the future and said to them, "Thanks. I knew that song when I was little and grew up listening to it."

After everyone finished with the auditions, I went back to change into my pink dress and white shoes. I held my ballet things and noticed a note on the floor. I picked it up, looked at the wax seal, and smiled when I noticed that the seal resembled a red skull; the note was from Erik. I looked around the auditorium and saw nothing, but I could almost feel the Phantom looking down on me.

When I was about to meet up with Meg and Christine, a strong hand grabbed my arm and I turned to face a stagehand that smelled like booze. I knew in an instant that it was none other than Joseph Buquet. He said, "You're the new girl, aren't ye? A pretty girl like you shouldn't be out alone here. The Phantom might come and whisk you away or worse."

I got out of his hold and said, "Monsieur, I hardly believe in ghost stories anymore. I can take care of myself from your so-called opera ghost, especially from drunken and lecherous slobs like you. Excuse me." When I was about to leave, Joseph grabbed my arms and said in a warning tone, "You better start believing in the stories here, Mademoiselle Rath. You're in one. I'd also watch my tongue if I were you."

Right at that moment, Madame Giry pried me away from Joseph and said to the man, "That'll be enough, Joseph. She's with me. You will treat her with respect like my little Meg and Christine." As we were walking away, she asked, "He didn't hurt you, did he?" I said to her, "No, he didn't. If he touches me like that again or anything else, I'll kick him right where the sun don't shine."

Madame Giry chuckled and said, "For a young lady with grace, you have spirit and fire. Come along, let's get you something to eat for dinner with Meg and Christine."
Those Pleading Eyes That Threaten and Adore: Ch 3
Here's Chapter 3 of my story!

How was that one? It took a lot to write, just to introduce my character to everyone else. It looks like Victoria and Carlotta are gonna butt heads in this fanfic (guess who's gonna win). I don't own the song, but I thought it would be a good song to put in. All rights to 20th Century Fox respectfully. "Masquerade" is owned by Andrew Lloyd Webber. The outfits Christine, Meg, and Victoria wear will be up when I get to make them up soon. Kind reviews and comments are accepted, folks.


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Third Person POV

The man who struck Victoria looked at her with interest. The man wore a white mask that covered half of his face, has black hair that was short and slicked back, green eyes, and wore dark clothes with a cape and black gloves. He knelt near the girl and looked at her face. Her dark brown hair almost reminded him of Christine Daae's dark and long curls, but the man noticed that the girl's hair is straight and long.

He knew it wasn't her when he looked into her purse and found her ID, then he muttered to himself, "Very strange." He looks at the picture curiously and notices that the girl's eyes are blue. He placed the card back in the purse, picked the bags up in one arm, and took them to his underground lair. He came back for Victoria a while later and slung the girl over his shoulder in one arm. He walked over to the passage ways and placed the girl down.

He didn't want the girl to know his whereabouts or who he is, so he took out a long scrap of black silk and tied it over Victoria's eyes. He also didn't want her to escape and took his lasso out as he untied the rope from the noose knot, then tied Victoria's wrists behind her back. He carried her, found a gondola on the lake, and gently laid the girl's body down before getting on. He moved the boat through the tunnels and got into his lair as the gate opened.

Lit candles from the lake rose up, then the man got the boat to shore. He looks at the blindfolded and bound girl when she gives a small moan, then carries her towards a chair near his desk. The man took his cape off as he looked at Victoria, who gave a moan and said, "That's gonna hurt in the... Where am I? What's going on?" Victoria began to panic in her position. She heard footsteps come near her and stopped.
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Victoria's POV

I woke up and moaned, "That's gonna hurt in the... Where am I? What's going on?" I opened my eyes, but everything was black and I couldn't move my arms. I tried to bring them in front, but they're tied behind my back. I began to panic a little, then I stopped when footsteps came towards me. I couldn't see, but everything felt cold and damp.

I heard the same voice from before say, "Mademoiselle, do you know where you are?" I shivered and said, "No, I don't! Who are you? Were you the guy that just clocked me and knocked me out?" I knew that the voice was from a man as the voice asked in a weird tone, "Guy? Clock you? What do you mean?"

I struggled and said, "Don't play dumb, Gerry. You know what I'm talking about. Cut the act about being the Phantom of the Opera and untie me!" The owner of the voice grabbed a firm hold of my arm and said, "Don't toy with me, mademoiselle. If you keep this up, that blindfold on your face could also be a gag. I am not this Gerry or Gerard Butler that you speak of. I will ask you again. What did you mean by those words?"

I tilted my head to see the man, but I still can't see anything because of the blindfold over my eyes. I answered, "Well, a guy means a man where I come from and clocking someone means giving someone a good hit." The man said, "Your accent is different. You're an American?" I rolled my eyes and said, "Yeah, and you're just a Scottish actor using a British accent. Stop playing mind games and tell me if I'm still in Paris!"

I felt my neck being grabbed and heard the man say with anger in his voice, "If you don't stop, I'll crush your life with my bare hands! For your demand, you're still in Paris! You're in my domain, but you shouldn't reveal it to anyone or mention anything about me!" I heard him take a breath and say calmly, "If I untie you, will you promise not to say anything?"

I bowed my head and sighed, "I'm not promising anything, but I can keep a secret." The man brought my chin up and asked, "What is your name, mademoiselle?" I answered, "Why do you want to know? You might know it if you stole my purse and backpack!"

I felt him jerk my face and heard him say, "Don't start with that again. Tell me your name." I felt my stomach drop and sighed, "Victoria. Victoria Rath, sir. Happy now? If you say my name, will I call you by Erik Destler?" His hands still held my face as I heard him ask, "How do you know my name?"

I sighed, "Lucky guess? I know about you and heard stories about you haunting the Opera House." The man's leather gloved hands released my face and I heard him go behind me. I felt the ropes come undone without being cut and brought my hands in front to massage them.

Erik said, "Before I take the blindfold off, where exactly are you from? Please, I don't need to hear any attitude from you. I'm curious because of the clothes you are wearing. They are not from here." I groaned, "Listen, it's very cute and fun, but your act is getting on my nerves. Didn't you check the calendar to see it's 2010?"

Erik laughed, "2010? You must be joking! You have to be mistaken for 1871. I did check the calendar, Miss Rath." I felt his hands touch mine and I began to freeze. I felt the knot behind my head untied when I heard him say, "Hold still." The blindfold slipped away from my eyes and I blinked to see everything clearly. I looked around and found myself in a cavern surrounded by candles. There was a lake and a gondola. I looked at Erik in front of me. He was tall around 6'2, wore dark clothes, and a white mask that covered half of his face. What struck me was his dark hair and piercing green eyes. It just had to be Gerard Butler or some other person trying to act like him! I pinched myself awake, looked at the man before me, and said, "You're the Phantom of the Opera. Are you sure it is 1871, sir?"

Erik looked at me and nodded, "Yes, it is."

I couldn't believe my ears and felt sick to my stomach. However, it was replaced with anger when I lunged at him and shouted, "You bastard! You son of a bitch! You kidnapped me! I don't care if you're the Phantom or Dracula, you can't keep me here!" Erik grabbed a hold of my arms to stop me from hitting him. He gently shook me to calm me down and said, "Miss Rath..."

I yelled, "DON'T CALL ME BY MY LAST NAME OR ANYTHING ELSE! LET ME GO! I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU!" After a struggle, we fell to the ground and I kept screaming at him to let me go. I wriggled and cried, "GET OFF OF ME! LET ME GO! DON'T TOUCH ME!" He covered my mouth with his hand and growled, "Stop it! Enough! Quiet!" I kept screaming through his hand and moved my free hand towards his face. I knew it would be risky, but I had to get away from him.

I reached for his mask and ripped it off his face. I looked at his scar, which looked red and blotchy. It almost looked like a severe burn and his bottom eyelid sagged as if it was pulled by string. I clawed his face to get the prosthetics off, but there wasn't any; his face was real and so was he! I thought to myself, Oh, shit! I'm dead! I whimpered, "It's not makeup at all...I-I'm..."

I was about to apologize, but Erik covered his face and yelled, "DAMN YOU! YOU LITTLE PRYING PANDORA!" He kicked my side and yelled, "YOU LITTLE DEMON! IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED TO SEE?!" I was kicked again in my side and nearly felt my ribs bruise. He kept shouting at me, "CURSE YOU! YOU LITTLE LYING DELILAH! YOU LITTLE VIPER! NOW YOU CANNOT EVER BE FREE!"

Seeing the gate opened, I jumped into the lake and started swimming. The water was cold, but all that mattered to me was to get out of here before I get killed. Before the gate closed in, I swam in time to get out of the cavern and made it to the other side. I was in pain, but kept swimming. I got over through the tunnels and found dry land. I tried to get up, but a hand jerked my wrist up. I pulled back and fell to my knees. Erik was in front of me, had his mask back on, and was standing there with his fists clenched. I buried my face into my hands and cried. I didn't want him to see me crying, but I couldn't stop the tears.

He sang, "Stranger than you dreamt it, can you even dare to look or bear to think of me? This lonesome gargoyle who burns in Hell, but secretly yearns for Heaven? Secretly...secretly...Victoria." I froze when he said my name and backed up against a wall. I noticed the pain in his voice and it was real.

He continued, "Fear can turn to love. You'll learn to see to find the man behind the monster; this repulsive carcass who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty...secretly...secretly." He knelt near me, held my hands, and whispered, "Oh, Victoria." I looked at him as tears fell from my eyes and kept crying. I turned away, but he got closer to me and held me in his arms.

I wanted to get out of his grasp, but he held me tighter and I kept crying in his arms. As I was crying, I felt myself rocked and it reminded me of how my dad would hold me whenever I'm crying. I felt tired from crying so much and shivered. Erik draped his cape around my body, helped me up from the ground, and took me back to his lair. As we got there, he said, "You need some rest and get dry clothes on you." I took his cape off and said, "I'd like to be alone. I won't escape this time."

Without saying a word, he left me alone. I looked at my backpack, then started to find a pair of panties and some of my spare clothes in case I lost my luggage from my flight. I still had my CD player and CDs, then found my white cotton nightgown with spaghetti straps with a white ribbon on the neckline and a peplum hem at mid-calf that reached down my ankles. I slipped my panties on and my nightgown, then called, "Erik, I'm decent."

Erik came towards me and had some kind of mug in his hands. He handed it to me and said, "Drink this. It's tea. I didn't do anything to it." I looked at him as I gave him the hairy eyeball, which made him say, "Don't look at me like that. I didn't put in poison or any narcotic." I took a few sips and was led towards a giant bed. The bed was shaped like a carved swan and had a red velvet mattress with red pillows to match. I got into the bed and pulled the red covers up to my body to keep warm.

Erik left the area, then came back in with my purse and backpack. I turned away from him when he got near the bed, then he pulled a rope to have black curtains come over me. After Erik left the room, I pulled the curtains back up and looked around the cavern as I sang to myself:

    Is this home?

    Is this where I should learn to be happy?

    Never dreamed that a home could be dark and cold...

    I was told everyday in my childhood

    Even when we grow old...

    Home will be where the heart is

    Never were words so true

    My heart's far, far away

    Home is, too...

    Is this home?

    Is this what I must learn to believe in?

    Try to find something good in this tragic place...

    Just in case I should stay here forever

    Held in this empty space...

    Oh, but that won't be easy

    I know the reason why

    My heart's far, far away

    Home's a lie...

    What I'd give to return

    To the life I knew lately

    But I know that I can't

    Solve my problems going back...

    Is this home?

    Am I here for a day or forever?

    Shut away from the world until who knows when...

    Oh, but then, as my life has been altered once

    It can change again...

    Build higher walls around me

    Change every lock and key...

    Nothing lasts

    Nothing holds all of me...

    My heart's far, far away

    Home and free.


After my song ended, I laid back down in the bed and cried myself to sleep.
Those Pleading Eyes That Threaten and Adore: Ch 2
Here's Chapter 2!

Okay, how's that one? I decided to have this scene be kinda fitting for the song. I'd be singing that song if I was in there. Heck, "I'm" in there! I don't own the song, but I have a copy of the musical version of Beauty and the Beast. All rights to Disney. "Stranger Than You Dreamt It" is owned by Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber. I hope you like where this is going so far!

Kind reviews and comments are accepted! :) BTW, in my junior year in high school, I sang that song in a talent show as a solo. When I was singing that, I felt so emotional and the song really moved me.

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Victoria's POV

After graduating my senior year in high school, I got my diploma and scholarships for theatre. I was so happy about this moment and got my suitcase ready for vacation. My mom planned a vacation trip to Paris; I always wanted to go there! Other than the clothes and food, I love Notre Dame, the Louvre, and the Paris Opera House.

After I finished packing my clothes for the trip, I closed up my blue drawstring bag that had my shoes that I'll take with me and placed it in my suitcase. I closed up the green suitcase of mine and finished packing my blue-and-black backpack with my CD player, CD case, a pack of batteries for my CD player, and a little jewelry travel case. I've packed my digital camera, cell phone, makeup, tweezers and razor, and a few things for my hygiene into my lavender purse.

I looked at my white roses I received from my parents and brother after the graduating ceremony, then I looked to see my parents. Dad said, "Excited about tomorrow?" I smiled with a little yawn, "I sure am. I'm excited about staying in that hotel on Champs-Elysées: Hotel Balzac Paris." Mom said, "You're going to be in the junior suite. It'll be enough room for you."

I said, "Mom, they're so expensive. You and Dad didn't have to."

Mom said as she caressed my cheek, "Sweetie, we wanted to. You deserve something like this. You already got your Pomeranian puppy as a Christmas present and this one's a big graduation present for you. For a week, you'll be in Paris and have the fun you want, along with seeing the sights that you liked seeing in pictures and watching movies growing up."

I hugged my parents and said, "Thanks, Mom. Thank you, Daddy." I looked to see my black-and-white parti Pomeranian Babie and my Keeshond Teddy come into my room, then Babie jumped onto my bed and gave me licks as Teddy placed his paws on my lap to give more kisses. I said as I petted both of them, "I know, guys. I'll be back in a couple of days. I won't forget you. Promise to be good for me, okay?"

Teddy gave a whine and Babie did at the same time, then Babie jumped off the bed. Dad said, "You might want to get some sleep. We're going to be up bright and early if we're going to make the flight." I said, "I will. Good night, Dad." Dad hugged me and said, "Good night, sweetheart." Mom kissed me good night, then I got myself out of my pink camisole top and white short skirt with a frill at the hem. I slipped on my white nightie with a red ribbon and floral pattern. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I got into bed and set my alarm clock.

I felt some weight on my bed and look to see Babie sleeping near my feet, then I looked over to see Teddy laying down by my bed. When I fell asleep, my excitement kept growing and my dreams about being in Paris were about to come true. After a good sleep, my alarm clock beeped and I woke up to turn it off. Babie and Teddy woke up as they barked to go outside, then I got out of bed and said, "Okay, I'll take you two out."

After slipping on my black flip-flops, I headed downstairs with my dogs and hooked their leashes on before taking them outside to do their business. After heading back inside, I quickly dashed upstairs to get myself ready. I finished brushing my hair into a low pony, got myself dressed in my blue jeans and yellow camisole top with a peach floral pattern, and got my bags downstairs.

Mom and Dad were reading the paper as they're already dressed, then Dad said, "You might get a quick bite before we head towards Newark." I ate some cereal and helped get my bags into the car. Before leaving, I said my good-byes to Babie, Teddy, and my yellow Lab Honey. We got into the car drove on the highway through interstate intersections to get to Newark. The three of us went through security and waited for the flight call.

Dad said, "This is going to be your first time to be away from us for days. It's not like your field trips in high school when you're gone for a day." I said, "I know, Dad. When I get to my hotel room, I'll give you the room number for you, Mom, and Daniel to call me." Mom said, "Be safe and have a good time, honey." I gave Mom's hand a squeeze and said, "I will, Mom. I love you both." Once the call for passengers to board Paris came, I hugged and kissed my parents good-bye before heading into the tunnel leading to the plane.

After finding a seat, I got my backpack by my feet with my purse and strapped myself to the seat. I felt excited as the plane moved and began to take off into the sky. While the plane is in flight, I begin listening to my CD player with the songs from The Phantom of the Opera. Other than Beauty and the Beast, Phantom is my favorite movie and musical. I read the book and fell in love with it. As I looked at the window, I sighed softly, "I wonder if he really was an Angel of Music."

Feeling tired on the flight, I took out my black hoodie from my backpack as I laid it over myself as a blanket and decided to take a snooze to wait until the flight is over. Hours passed when I woke up to see the plane landing towards an airport. I got off with my purse and backpack along with my hoodie tied around my waist, then got towards the airport carousel and picked up my suitcase. I headed out of the airport and called for a taxi cab, then I said, "Hotel Balzac Paris on Champs-Elysées, monsieur."

The driver nodded, "Right away, mademoiselle." As the cab drove on, I still felt the excitement inside of me burst when I looked at the buildings of Paris. Once we pulled up towards Champs-Elysées, I got my suitcase and belongings out of the cab after paying a tip to the driver. I headed inside the hotel and couldn't believe how beautiful the ambience was. I made it towards the front desk and asked about my room, then the concierge said, "Oui, Mademoiselle Rath. We'll have your suite ready and have your bags taken. Enjoy your stay."

I took the key and smiled, "Thank you." One of the chauffeurs took my luggage and had me follow him to the elevator, then we went up a few floors and walked down the halls. Once we got towards the door, the chauffeur said, "Mademoiselle, your room awaits you. I hope this pleases you." I looked at the room with ivory walls, lamps, a canopy bed with beautiful pillows and a beige comforter with a turquoise blue pattern, and a nice bathroom. I smiled, "Yes, this does. Merci beaucoup, monsieur." I paid him a tip, closed the door, and unpacked.

I unpacked my clothes from my suitcase and placed them into drawers, along with some of my dresses and drawstring bag with my shoes in the closet. I placed my backpack and purse near my bed, then called my parents to tell them I made the flight to Paris safely and the telephone number to my room. After hanging up the phone, I looked out the window to see the Eifel Tower a couple miles away. I looked at the clock and decided to have a little dinner in the restaurant.

When I finished taking a shower, I dried myself off and slipped into my blue peasant top with my white jeans. I slipped on my white ballet flats and brushed my hair out. I grabbed my purse and headed towards the elevator, then got myself a seat and had my order taken. I smiled as I looked around the room and received my order, which was an onion soup for the appetizer and a filet Oskar with a side of garlic mashed potatoes. After eating my dinner, I ordered a chocolate mousse cake for dessert and paid the bill.

I decided to turn in and headed up towards my room. Once I got in, I found two little chocolates on the bed and placed the two pieces on the golden tray on the nightstand. After brushing my teeth, I got out of my clothes and changed into my peach nightgown. I looked at my window with a sigh and softly sang, "Angel of Music, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory. Angel of Music, hide no longer, secret and strange Angel."

I placed a sign on the doorknob outside, got into bed, and fell asleep. As I was sleeping, I almost saw myself with the Phantom in his lair. We sang songs, talked to each other, and were happy together. Out of my girlish fantasies of the Opera Ghost, there was still something about him that makes me want to be with him.
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The next morning, I took a warm bath and had breakfast brought to my room. I ate my eggs with a croissant and bacon, then got myself dressed. Turning towards my hair, I brushed it out to make it full and blow-dried it straight. I got out my pink sundress that flowed to my knees with white straps, wore a white cardigan, and placed on my white sandals. I got my backpack and purse, then headed out of my hotel room with my key.

I went down the elevator and got out of the hotel. I got my little map out of my bag and toured the Louvre, Notre Dame Cathedral, and had some lunch. After that, I was able to find the Paris Opera House without any problem. I looked at the building and couldn't believe my eyes. I walked inside and the main hall had golden statues of half-naked women holding candles. Their eyes were covered with blindfolds and some of the statues' faces were covered with veils. I thought to myself, Pinch me, I feel like I'm in the movie! I wonder if the chandelier and Box Five are there...

Inside the auditorium of the theatre, there were some golden statues of the women that were similar to the ones in the main hall wearing veils with their arms up in the middle row of the balcony seats and some wearing blindfolds leaning on the pillars from the upper level. I got into the theatre to find the boxes, found Box Five, and looked at the chandelier. I sighed, "Beautiful." The chandelier hanging from the ceiling felt like it was being held by angels in the clear blue sky. In the dome ceiling of the painted blue sky and white clouds, I could see a couple of cherubs playing instruments as if they were flying around. I quietly sang to myself, "And do I dream again? For now, I find the Phantom of the Opera is there inside my mind." I sat in the velvet seat and sighed, "I wish the stories were true about the Phantom."

A voice from the theatre boomed, "MADEMOISELLE, DID I NOT INSTRUCT THAT BOX FIVE IS TO BE KEPT EMPTY?" I looked around and found nobody there. I called, "Sorry, sir! I'll be out! I didn't mean to cause trouble or anything!" The voice gave a scoff, "Well, you should know that it's always empty for my use, mademoiselle."

I rolled my eyes and said sarcastically, "Ha-ha! Very funny, Gerard Butler! If this is a prank, I'm not laughing!" I heard no response, picked up my purse and backpack, and was about to leave. I mumbled to myself, "Jerk trying to scare me." When I got towards the exit, a masked figure came out of nowhere and backhanded me across the face. I fell to my side, felt woozy, and moaned, "Crap, he is real..." I tilted my head to the floor and everything went black.
Those Pleading Eyes That Threaten and Adore: Ch 1
Here's Chapter 1 of my Phantom story.

Victoria Rath takes a vacation in Paris after graduating high school. She sees the Paris Opera House, but is taken to the world of the Phantom and finds something in him. I don't own characters or songs, except for my OC. Erik/OC, Christine/Raoul. All rights to respectful owners. NO FLAMERS OR MEAN COMMENTS, PLEASE!

Okay, this is my first POTO fanfic! I'm a huge fan of the movie, book, and musical. The songs from the show belong to Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber respectfully. I don't own the characters or Gerard Butler (I wish!), but I do own Victoria Rath. She's me in this story and is an OC, not a Mary-Sue! I had this idea in my head for a long time, since 2010 and decided to make it!

Kind reviews and comments are accepted.

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I still feel bummed about the famous celebs from movies and TV that died back in 2014 (like with what happened to Shirley Temple, Bob Hoskins, Mickey Rooney, Casey Kasem, Robin Williams, Richard Attenborough, Christine Cavanaugh, etc.), along with two things I love: A-Treat Soda and the shop Delias.
I love shopping and getting the clothes from Delias, along with having some of the grapefruit flavored soda from A-Treat (along with other flavors like cream soda, grape, and orange).

No matter what, those things and the actors we knew/heard of will remain forever in my heart and my memories.

  • Mood: Miserable
  • Eating: Chicken Strips and Fries
  • Drinking: Diet Cola

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I love anything from Disney movie classics, especially Beauty and the Beast, Hunchback of Notre Dame, etc. I have 4 dogs and a bunny. I have HUGE sweet tooth for sweets like candy, desserts, ice cream, cakes, and brownies.

I loved watching the Cartoon Cartoons (Ed, Edd, n Eddy, Johnny Bravo, Powerpuff Girls, Dexter's Lab). I even loved watching the Disney cartoons from the old Mickey Mouse cartoons, Gargoyles, House of Mouse, Kim Possible, Lilo and Stitch the Series, etc.

I'm also a fanfiction writer. I wrote some fanfics on Space Jam, The Black Cauldron, The Lion King, Tarzan, The Phantom of the Opera, Gargoyles, The Powerpuff Girls, and more. You're welcome to check them out and send nice reviews/faves. :)

I WRITE AND DO FAN-ART/FANFICS FOR FUN, NOT FOR PROFIT!!! NO MEAN COMMENTS OR FLAMES, PLEASE!!!

For the new cover stories for my fanfics, I'd like to give a special thanks to my friend grapejuice101 from Fanfiction.net and polyvore.com. She did covers for my Phantom of the Opera fanfic, Tarzan fanfic, The Mummy fanfics, and Gargoyles fanfics.

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Hey.
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Since I finished fixing up my three parodies, I'll finish fixing the rest of them and the one-shots.
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BlackWolfStar15 Featured By Owner 5 days ago
Cool.:) I hope you work on some of the ones we talked about, like "Jellyfish Jam" and Family Guy's Jackass.:D
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Thanks.
I might even try "Ripped Pants", "Something Smells", and maybe "The Bully".
Even "Just One Bite" would be golden.
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