Yes I can't believe it either, but here I am creating another story, but it's a Phantom of the Opera/ Beauty and the Beast crossover. Erik and Christine are happily married and it's up to them to show Belle and Beast just how important love is. This isn't the best summary, but it's the only way I can say it without giving anything away.
Disclaimer: I don't own Beauty and the Beast or Phantom of the Opera, but I do own the videos of both if that counts.
Also I wasn't sure if I'd make E/C cartoon characters or B/B the live action characters, but since Erik is Gerry and Christine is Emmy then B/B is live action as well. Please R&R.
Beauty and the Phantom
Chapter 1: Poor Provincial Town
Christine gasped in delight at the small town as Erik guided their horse drawn wagon into the square. It was so beautiful and quaint. After their wedding they had both agreed that Paris just wasn't safe anymore and moved on. The organ and bed had been left behind; seeing as they were too heavy, but everything else was loading up into the wagon.
"Oh Erik this place is perfect. We'll fit in just fine."
"I hope so. I don't need another angry mob chasing me down now do I?"
"Relax will you. No one knows of you here, so everything will be fine. Oh looks there's our house," Christine said pointing out into the distance where indeed a small country house was off to the right of town square.
Erik steered the horses that way and finally they had come to their new home. Christine climbed out of the wagon and looked it over. "I'm surprised we got it. And look we even have neighbors."
Across the way a girl with brown hair tied up in a blue ribbon and a blue dress on stepped outside her house with a basket in her hands. She started down the path and into the town square.
"She looks about your age," Erik said quietly as he began taking some small furniture out of the wagon. "Maybe the two of you could be friends."
"Maybe," Christine said taking a suitcase off the wagon and opening the front door. There was a spacious living room and a foyer. A kitchen was back on the left side and a staircase led up to the second level where there was a study and two bedrooms.
Erik came in carrying a side table and asked Christine where she wanted it.
"In the living room here. That's a nice place for a lamp."
Together they spent a good portion of the morning getting things inside. The strangest thing was they could hear people exchanging greetings in the town.
"Friendly place isn't it?" Erik asked.
"I just realized we didn't have anything to eat. I'll go into the market and get us some lunch okay? Will you be all right by yourself for awhile?" Christine asked.
"I'll be fine here. I'll start working on the study."
Christine kissed him goodbye and headed into town. Everyone seemed rather friendly as she went from one storefront to the next looking for the best prices and best food to eat. But after awhile she found that the people in town weren't as friendly as she thought. Many of them seemed to be whispering to one another about some girl named Belle.
"That's odd," Christine said quietly to herself. "Why would the whole town be bothered by one simple girl?"
"She's a strange girl," a woman said having over heard Christine's question.
"Why?"
"She reads a lot of books and talks about such nonsense. No one around here acts like that."
"What's strange about that? I used to sing opera in Paris and my husband composes music. There's nothing strange about reading," Christine said standing up for a girl she barely knew.
The woman sneered and Christine couldn't believe how thoughtless this woman was being. She quickly got what she needed and chucked a small coin purse on the counter and walked away.
As she walked through town she heard even more people give this Belle girl a hard time. It wasn't fair treating a person like that. As she walked by the fountain she saw a girl reading a book to a couple of sheep.
"Bonjour, Madame. I don't think I've seen you around town before. Are you new?" The girl asked her, closing her book and standing up.
"Yes, my husband and I just moved in this morning," Christine replied.
"So that was you I saw moving things in. Nice to meet you I'm Belle."
Christine looked at Belle sadly. "So you're the one everybody is talking about."
Belle smiled sweetly. "Oh, I really don't worry about that. They just don't understand how great a book can be. It can take you back in time or to some other land in the present. This one I have here is one I've read before, but it's amazing. A girl meets her Prince Charming, but she doesn't know it's him till Chapter Three."
"Really; that sounds really good. Do you think I could borrow that sometime?"
"Oh, of course; what's your name?"
"My name is Christine Daae and I left my husband, Erik, back at home. Oh, I better get the food back to him."
"I'll walk back with you if that's all right; seeing as we live in the same direction?"
"I wouldn't mind that at all."
Together the two women went down the street talking about the books they've read and what they planned to with their lives. Christine looked forward to life with her husband and maybe having a family someday. Belle wanted more than anything to read more books and maybe write some of her own before finding her own Prince Charming.
Suddenly a gunshot filled the air, yet no one seemed to notice it except for Christine. "What was that?"
Belle groaned. "It's only Gaston. Keep walking."
"Do I even want to know?" Christine asked quietly.
"He thinks he's the best guy in town just because he has a good shot with a gun. Plus the whole town worships him."
"Everyone, but you," Christine said.
"I despise him. It's not right to think yourself better than everyone else."
Christine smiled. Erik had been right about her and Belle becoming friends. Both of them were free spirits lost in a world where few saw things the same way. "Belle would you like to have lunch with Erik and me?"
"I'm sure Papa won't mind. He's busy working on his invention and he wants for me to try and make new friends. I guess I did."
"Bonjour Belle," a gruff manly voice said as the girl's were about to leave town.
Belle rolled her eyes. "Bonjour Gaston."
"Reading books again Belle. I thought we went over this before that it isn't right for a woman to read. Soon she gets ideas and thinking," Gaston exclaimed taking Belle's book and throwing it into a mud puddle.
"Gaston you are primitively primeval." Belle said as she grabbed the book and cleaned it off with her apron.
"Why thank you Belle. Hey I have an idea how about you come to the tavern with me and have a look at my hunting trophies?" Gaston asked as he wrapped an arm around Belle's shoulders.
"I'm sorry Gaston, but I already have plans. So it will just have to wait till another time," Belle said pulling away from him and going to stand next to Christine, who watched the scene in fold before her.
Gaston groaned and rolled his eyes. "All right then Belle. I'll call on you another time then."
Christine and Belle were glad to see him go. "Belle you were right he is a big show off," Christine said as they reached the path to the house.
Erik was sitting on the porch in his white poet shirt and brown pants whittling a piece of wood with a pocket knife. He looked up as Christine arrived and smiled. "I was beginning to get worried."
"I'm home now. I brought a friend home to join us for lunch."
Erik looked over at Belle, who smiled sweetly.
"Bonjour Mademoiselle," Erik said taking Belle's hand and kissing her knuckles.
"The pleasure is all mine, Monsieur. Your wife has said nothing, but good things about you."
Erik gazed at Christine. "What kind of things has she said about me?"
"Well you're musically talented and that you helped Christine to sing. I think it's fascinating."
"Well thank you," Erik said thinking to him self this girl wasn't so bad after all.
Suddenly everything else was forgotten as a loud explosion came from Belle's house across the way. "Oh no Papa; I have to go help him."
"We'll come with you Belle is might be dangerous," Christine said before taking her groceries in the kitchen.
"Oh thank you."
Together they three of them ran to the house to find smoke pouring out of the cellar…
TBC…
So what do you think so far? Please let me know and I hope I put this is in the right category seeing as I used the movie versions. The next chapter will be up as soon as I type it and it won't be that hard seeing as I'm using BATB plotline.