Taken: A Phantom of the Opera Fanfiction

Chapter 1: Lauren.

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Her name is Lauren. A young woman aged 23 years. She's a seamstress and costume designer at the Charles Garnier Opera House. This is where her story begins.

"Dantes, Christine needs that pageboy costume by tomorrow!" A manager yells. "Right away Monsieur!" Lauren says swiftly. She stands and fetches the Il Muto costume. Her eyes scan the costume and it looks in top shape. "Thank the Lord." She says in relief. "Knock knock!" Phillip. A young man working as one of the stage producers for the opera house, is one of her most trustworthy and closest friends. "I can tell you're very energetic! The circles under your eyes make you seem very awake." Lauren groans and laughs a little. "Ugh, Im exhausted!" She exclaims. "But the good thing is the Pageboy is done. So is everything for Il Muto, thank the Lord." She leans back in her chair, and Phillip leans against the door way. "Carlotta needs her wig. She thought since I was near, she could yell at me to get it for her.

"Ah yes. Here you are love." She stands and fetches the screeching woman her eccentric wig. "Its unlawful that I have to work for her. The Daaé girl is awfully kind though. Very pretty." He nods and leans in to tell her something. "Shes the young woman the Opera Ghost is after." She rolls her eyes. "Hold the wig properly." He stands up straight and gently holds the monstrosity. "You know I do not believe in such things." Phillip shrugs his shoulders. "Maybe you should. He might come after you next." Lauren laughs and smiles at him. "Bye Phillip." He grins and exits the doorway. "Bye Laurie." Her heels click against the wooden floors as she looks at the other wigs and headpieces. "Where is the rose colored wig?" She whispers to herself. She scans the room. "Oh well. It was old anyway." She returns to the rack and shuffles through the many handmade costumes. "Lauren is the Pageboy-" Monsieur Andre says, but she cuts him off. "Right here." Lauren takes it off the rack and hands it to him. He inspects it, and calls in Madame Giry. "Madame I need your opinion on this." The Giry looks over it and surprisingly looks at Lauren and smiles. "It looks perfect. So does the Countess costume. Thank you, Mademoiselle Dantes." Andre nods his head in thanks, and exits with Madame Giry. Lauren curtsies. "That was nice." She mumbles.

Her day is filled with people running in and out of her office asking for pins, headdresses, fixing hems, and so on. Her last "visitor" was her grey cat. His name is Crescent. "Hello Crescent...Time to go home, okay?" Crescent meows and Lauren picks her up, along with all of her other belongings. She blows out all the candles, and heads out the rear exit of the Opera House. Her shoes click against the stone patterned street. The walk isn't far to her home. She lives with her sister, Odette, who is 2 years older than her. Their home is a dark green, with light yellow shutters. Lauren planted flowers outside, but are hidden in the darkness. She walks up the stairs on the porch and unlocks the door, putting down her feline. "Odette, Im home! Are you awake?" She says in a slightly louder voice than usual. "Im awake now..." Odette groans as she walks down the stairs. "Oh sorry." Lauren chuckles. "How was work? Are you and Phillip together already?" She rolls her eyes. "No, we're just friends calm down." Her older sister laughs. "Im just teasing; where's Crescent?" He meows and Odette picks him up. "Right there." Laurie says. She pets him and Lauren heads upstairs to get changed into her nightgown.

Her room is slightly big for a normal sized home. Long sheer white curtains, hang from her windows, and dark wooden floors were shiny as ever for she kept pride in keeping it as sanitary as possible. She has a large mirror on her dresser, lined with perfume and sewing supplies. Her curtain bed also has sheer curtains draped on it, with fluffy pillows and many blankets. Her windows are open, so the wind came in freely. The sound of rustling trees from the nearby woods filled the quite room. Lauren takes off her cloak and hangs it in her closet, then fetches her night gown. She took off her clothing, and put on the light pink night gown. She sits on her bed and brushes her long black hair. Crescent squeezes his way into her room, and hops up on the bed. "There's milk on the floor, Crescent." Lauren points out a small bowl of milk near her dresser. He meows and goes to the milk. She sighs and lays back onto her many pillows. Odette comes upstairs and opens her door more. "Goodnight Laurie." Lauren waves her hand and she smiles, closing the door. She blows out all the candles, and goes under her blankets. "Goodnight Crescent..." He purrs and curls up by her head. Suddenly, an unknown sound of a music box started to play. Her body shot up instantly. Her reflexes were very quick, when she was frightened. A music box with beautiful carvings in its wood, sit on her window sill. A rose that was in a perpetual state of blooming, was spinning around playing a violin melody ever so nicely...

Surprisingly, she was not too distraught by it. She perhaps did not notice it before, and it just started to play. Yes, thats it. Lauren's eyelids grew heavy as she laid back in her bed. Soon after she falls asleep quickly. The next day comes quickly.

A/N: do you guys like it so far?? i've literally written this book so many times, but deleted the whole thing.