Hey guys, this is my first Phantom of the Opera phanfic. Keep in mind that I'm doing this for fun but reviews are appreciated.

BTW I'm not trying to offend French people, I've never been to France or know what the fashion is there, so if I get it wrong, please keep the reviews and concerns in your head.

With that being said, please enjoy the story!

Chapter 1 Meet Emma

Heartbreak… why was one of those emotions so cruel in this world?

That everything he had ever worked on… had no purpose… all because of her. He loathed Christine… but not as much as he loathed Raoul De Changny…

He had taken away Erik's sole purpose in life… the thing that made him live… the one person in the world he ever truly loved… and now she was gone…. Erik hated her for it… even though she had kissed him, the only reason she had kissed him was because she had felt sorry for him…

Erik never knew how long he had sat in the dark… he knew he had been there for years… but he had no idea that he had been down there for more than a century… some could say it was a miracle that he still looked like his age 23… but for Erik Destler it was a punishment for him to be alive instead of dead…

He wished he could die and forget the world he left behind… filled with horrible people…

Erik vowed never to love another soul again…

So alone he stayed in his Lair until he heard voices from above the tunnel.

"This place man? Really?" A man's voice asked.

Erik slowly crept from the tunnels and hid behind a potted plant to listen to the intruder's conversation. What were they doing in his opera house?

They were both wearing very odd clothing. One of them was wearing blue pants of some sort with strange orange shoes with laces, and a yellow shirt with orange writing:

"I've got SWAG"

Swag? What?

The man wearing this clothing had light skin with orange hair and green eyes.

The other man was wearing a blue shirt with a picture of a dog that also had writing:

"I'm cute because I'm cute"

He was wearing beige pants and black shoes with laces.

"Yeah this place, it's creepy, it's old, it's perfect we're gonna fix it up and open it into a Broadway Theater company for Paris!" The other man said.

Theater? Erik smiled. Maybe he couldn't take out his anger on Raoul or Christine, but that didn't mean he could take it out on the people that were part of the industry.

Oh yes, the Phantom of The Opera was not gone yet. It would take a lot more than a burned Opera House to get rid of him…

A few weeks later…

Emma backed away from the hypnotizing voice

"I am your angel of music… come to me angel of music…" the voice sang.

What? That didn't make any sense!

"Help!" Emma cried.

"Come to me angel of music…"

Emma fluttered open her eyes, looking around her room.

Her room had white walls, and a pale pink carpet. A green trunk was beside the entrance to her room and cute pink lanterns were on the ceiling. On her bed was blue quilt with white stripes and white pillows. The nightstand next to her bed held a spinning fish lamp and her cellphone, which was an iPhone 5S. It had a blue cover with a sequin butterfly on the back. A white wardrobe was in the corner of the room, next to the bathroom door.

She had moved into this building, the Pearl Palace, a few weeks ago and was finally settling in.

She put her hand on her forehead: it was dripping with sweat… it was just a nightmare. She got up out of her bed and walked to her wardrobe. She was wearing fluffy hot pink pajama pants with a green long sleeve shirt with a snowflake on it.

She knew what day it was, and she was VERY excited, but also very tired.

She picked out a pair of dark skinny jeans to wear, and matched them with a navy blue buttoned shirt. She looked around her room, stretched, and yawned. She went into her bathroom and brushed her teeth, washed her face, sprayed some body mist, and brushed her long dark hair.

Emma was a 22 years old. She was a pale girl with green eyes, and under each of her eyes were dark grey circles on the bottom eye lid. People would say they were just bags, but could they be wrong? Emma was born like this, and everyone who met her thought she was just tired… People constantly asked her if she was tired, and after a while she started just to say yes… yes, she WAS tired… to save her from the embarrassment. The truth was, no one had cared about her eyes all her life, but she was sometimes afraid that they would…

Emma changed out of her P.J.S, and then put her hair into a high pony tail. Humming, she walked out of the bathroom, over to her green trunk, and picked out a pair of black boots.

Just then, her cell phone rang. Her ringtone was a remix of "Defying Gravity" from her favorite musical, "Wicked".

She finished putting on her boots then ran to her nightstand to answer the call.

"Em here" She answered.

"Hey Em" It was her best friend Mackenzie's voice. "You excited?"

"Yes! I've always wanted to do drama" Emma answered.

"That's because you sing… a lot!"

"Yeah, EVERYONE in high school knew" Emma said.

"But you know what sucks?" Mackenzie said.

"What?"

"That Bailey can't come"

"She stayed in New York Kenzie"

"Well…"

"Well…?"

"She… really… couldn't… stay?"

"I told you Kenzie" Emma said while she grabbed a pair of black glasses from the trunk. She put them on, to hide the circles under her eyes, then walked out the door of her room. She went through the kitchen, and out the door of her apartment. She locked the door and walked down the hallway towards the elevator.

"Well! Um… I uh"

Emma cut Makenzie off as she pressed the button to the elevator. "She's at your apartment, isn't she?"

Silence.

"Well, she's my twin sister, of course I let her move in with me. Plus, I can't let her roam the streets of New York, can I?"

"True" Emma said as the elevator door opened. She walked in.

A young light skinned girl was already in the elevator. She was wearing a pink ruffled blouse from an expensive boutique, long skinny jeans, and brown boots. She had brown eyes, and her blonde hair was in a bun. She looked like she was about eleven years old… she was starring expectantly at Emma.

Emma noticed her steady gaze…

"Kenzie, just a sec" Emma put her hand over the phone...

"Can I help you kid?" Emma asked.

"It's May I help you, NOT can I help you, and I'm not a "kid". You talk like an American" she said.

"Actually, buster, I am an American" Emma said. She tried not to let the offence show in her expression, but it probably did. "You see, I just moved here from Michigan and…"

The girl cut her off, raising her hand in Emma's face… "I don't want to hear your life story, and I HAVE a name: it's Adeline. Now, lobby please!"

"I don't care if your name is Isabella Fifi what's- her- face... Just don't talk" Emma said.

Adeline snorted, but didn't say anything.

Emma hesitantly pushed the button to the lobby. The door closed and then Emma put her phone back up to her ear.

"You still there?" Emma asked.

"Yes" Mackenzie replied.

"I'm kind of nervous" Emma said.

"You kind of have a Broadway voice, you'll do fine".

"Just wish I could be back in New York instead of here"

"Hey, one day we will… Bailey panicked and moved in with me"

"Ok, plus, this is just practice" Emma said straightening her glasses.

"Right"

"I'll pick you up at your apartment, I'm just going out the door" Emma said, and the elevator door opened again.

"KK" Mackenzie said.

"See ya"

"Bye"

"Bye"

Emma hung up as she and Adeline stepped out of the elevator. Emma got down on one knee and stuffed her phone in her boot. Then she stood up and straightened her glasses. Then she realized Adeline was staring at her again.

"Is that something women do in Michigan?" she said with an amused look.

Emma nodded.

"Well then, as you like to say it: "You are weird" mademoiselle" the blonde girl then smirked and strutted out the door.

Emma stood there… in fury.

"Brat" She muttered.

She straightened her collar and walked out the door of the building. Storming into the parking lot, she was thinking about the nightmare… Why was she running from the singing voice? And why was it saying crazy stuff?

Emma shook her head, hoping to clear her mind. Dreams are fake, just moving pictures…

She got down on one knee again and pulled her car keys out of the same boot she put her phone in. People passing by stared strangely at her, but Emma ignored them.

After getting her car keys out, she walked to her car. She had a silver mustang convertible, and after she got into the driver's seat she put on her seatbelt on. She put her key in ignition, started the car, and drove out onto the highway.

Smirking, Emma turned on the radio. It was playing "Rude" by Magic.

Emma's phone rang.

"Crap" Emma said.

Of course, it was in her boot! It was on vibrate and it tickled her foot. She sighed, and pulled over to retrieve the phone out of the boot. It was her mom.

"Mom, how many times do I have to tell you? Don't call me when I'm driving" Emma said.

"Sorry hon, but how would I know you were driving? I was just checking to make sure you are alright. Did you get the last of your things into the apartment yesterday?"

"Yeah mom. It was hard but I'm fine. I'm kind of in a hurry right now to pick up Kenzie"

"Ok, hope you two have fun at drama! Love you!"

"Love you too mom. I just hope things are different here than they were in New York"

"Hey, New York didn't work out, but you'll be fine"

"K, bye"

"Bye"

Emma hung up. She started the engine and drove back onto the highway.

Emma pulled up to Mackenzie's building called "Diamant". It meant "Diamond".

"It's too fancy", Emma said to herself. "I'll never understand why Kenzie picked it out."

She parked in the lot and then went through the double doors and into the Lobby. Mackenzie was standing there to greet her.

Mackenzie was a light skinned girl with curly blonde hair with a purple streak in it. She had blue eyes and wore thick blue glasses. Today she wore a long sleeve sweater with the "Dr. Who" Tartus. She was wearing shorts with black sneakers and REALLY long grey socks. Her phone bulged from her back pocket.

She walked over to Emma.

"Ready?" Emma asked.

"Only if you are" Mackenzie answered.

The duo walked out of the Diamant and got in the Mustang. Before Mackenzie put on her seat belt, she punched buttons on her cellphone… when she finished she sat back and put on her seat belt.

"What was that?" Emma said as she turned on the radio. It was playing "Shake it off" by Taylor Swift and Mackenzie was totally jamming out…

"Just programed my phone… it's got a GPS to get us where we need to go!" said Mackenzie.

People in the other cars stared strangely at them as they drove. Emma didn't care, as she was too busy and focusing on the road.

"Some of these people don't know how to have fun" Mackenzie said when the song ended.

"Get this, while I was in the elevator of my building, some little girl told me off" Emma said without taking her eyes off the road.

"Really?"

"Yeah!" Emma imitated Adeline. "It's May I help you, not can, and I'm not a "kid"… you talk like an American!"

"Wow"

"I know, right?" Emma muttered. "So what does this place look like anyway?"

"I don't know… we're following the GPS" Mackenzie said.

"Well, it looks like we're here" Emma said…

As she pulled into the parking lot that the GPS had brought them to, they saw a large sign written in multiple languages.

KEEP OUT, CLOSED

"Emma, not to be a back seat driver or anything, but, did you read the sign?" Mackenzie asked. She sounded a little bit scared.

"What sign?" Emma pretended not to see it.

"Well…"

"Kenzie, relax. Your GPS says to go here and…" Then Emma at the building their drama class was in...

It looked like a dump… and far too big for a small drama group. The building looked burnt to a crisp, and very tall with lots of dark windows. It almost looked like a church...

"And?" Kenzie asked, still scared.

Emma regained her composure and straightened her glasses. "And this place isn't scary at all, and everything happens for a reason" she said, trying to reassure both of them.

Without another word, Emma got out of the car. She stood, tapping her foot and waiting for Mackenzie.

As Emma stood there, her long ponytail blew in the wind over her shoulder. As she looked up, she saw storm clouds.

"Oh great" she thought.

Finally, Kenzie got out of the car. Emma locked the car and then kneeled down to put them back in her boot. She stormed toward the building without even looking to see if Mackenzie had come with her.

Mackenzie wondered why she did that. Was it because of how creepy the building looked? Even if the building WAS creepy... looks can be deceiving. She had learned that the hard way…

"Emma, wait!" she called.

Emma heard Kenzie's behind her struggling to catch up.

"What if that flyer was a mistake?" Mackenzie said.

"I don't believe that" Emma answered sternly.

"Come on, look at this place. Does it look like a place for a Parisian Broadway company?" Mackenzie asked, gesturing dramatically toward it.

"Look, my mom gave me the flyer advertising this place. The least we can do is make her happy by at least checking it out" Emma said, straightening her glasses again.

"Girl, if you keep straightening your glasses you're going to rip them off your head" Kenzie teased and tried to take off the glasses herself. But Emma, out of instinct, quickly grabbed Mackenzie's hand to stop her.

"Kenzie, please don't do that" Emma said coldly.

"I know, you don't like people touching your glasses" Mackenzie said.

"Please… just don't do it again" Emma said, accepting the… apology?

"Let's just go in"

"Um… ok?"

The two girls approached the front door and Emma reached for the door knob.

Little did they know that he was watching them…

Until the next chapter!