Can I Change Fate?

Part 1

Rose POV

"Uggghhh...I hate you!" I threw a piece of popcorn at Christine's face as my sister and I sat on our leather couch watching, you guessed it, The Phantom of The Opera. "You left a perfectly good, not to mention hot, guy for stupid Raoul." It was the rooftop scene. For some reason, no matter how many times I watch the movie, this scene had always made me tear up.

Abby rolled her eyes at my tear stained face. "I would too, considering the fact that he kills people."

"Erik does it because no one ever taught or shown him love," I shot her a glare as she snorted. She just... didn't understand. My younger sister has somehow drifted to the Dark Side aka Raul's side. Okay, seriously brain? Really, Star War references?

"Raoul is hot," she declared. I rolled my eyes as I ran a hand through my silky chestnut hair.

"Are you kidding me? The guy has a freakin' mullet!"

"Well Erik has a deformed face!" Abby defended, "So what!" Okay, I guess she had a point. Sighing, I turned back to the movie.

"I wish we could actually go into The Phantom of The Opera." I sighed dreamily. After the words left my mouth, the living room lights flickered and the TV turned to static. Abby and I shared a look as smoke and fog started filling the room. This was not good.

Mom will flip a tit.

"What's happening?" Abby asked fearfully. It honestly felt like something from a horror movie.
"I don't know, I'll check it out. Stay there." Standing up, I walked cautiously over to the DVD player, to see where the smoke was coming from. To my shock, it was perfectly fine. The fog and smoke seemed to appear from nowhere. Well, at least Mom won't kill me for the TV breaking.

"Rose!" My sister yelled as the house started to shake, throwing us unceremoniously to the floor. With a soft thud, my head hit the edge of the coffee table as I fell. Trying to stop myself from slipping into unconsciousness, I pulled myself up and slowly crawled towards Abby's hunched form. Covering her body with my own to protect her from falling objects, I gasped as a white light blinded us.
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Opening my eyes, I found myself surrounded by a crowd of clowns. No. They were wearing costumes. Moaning, I sat up. My head was pounding. It felt like someone took a sledge hammer to my skull.

"What happened?" I blinked. "Where am I?" A girl with blonde hair and bright blue eyes gave me a sympathetic smile before offering me her hand. I held back a gasp. Why did she look like Meg?

"You were knocked unconscious from the curtain that fell on Carlotta," she mused as she helped me up. What? She couldn't mean Carlotta, the weird snotty singer that Erik hated in the movie, could she? Was I dreaming or just had too much sugar and am now hallucinating?

I shook my head slowly before looking around. "Where is Abigail?" As much as I hate to admit it, I didn't want anything to happen to my sister. Besides, I was kind of freaking out right now and the Dream Meg wasn't helping.

The said blonde gave me a confused look. "Who?" Then her eyes lit with understanding. "Oh, you must mean the raven-haired girl. She was looking for her sister, Rose."

Bingo!

"Yes!" I almost laughed in relief. "That would be me."

Her eyes flitted to my skinny jeans and red t-shirt. "You're not from here are you?"

No, actually I'm from the future. I watch you in my favorite movie on this thing called a TV, not creepy or anything. Oh and nice to meet you too.

"I'm from..." Don't say Narnia..."America."

Damn.

Should have said it.

Before Meg could answer, a woman came up to us. I immediately recognized her as Madame Giry. Her dark hair was placed in a tight bun and her knuckles were white as they tightened around her cane. She must have been pretty once, before dancing and age stole that from her. I gulped. She was much more intimidating in person.

I swear that I will have a heart attack if I meet another character from this movie.

She studied me before turning her stern gaze toward her daughter. "Meg, why are you not practicing?" Her accent was exactly the same as it was in the movie. She gave an odd glance to my red t-shirt and skinny jeans before raising an eyebrow in obvious distrust and suspicion.

Meg glanced at me before giving her a weak smile. "Mother, this is Rose. She says that she hails from America." Immediately, the older woman visibly relaxed and gave me a warm smile.

"Ah, so you are the raven haired maiden's sister."

I nodded, swaying slightly from the shock of seeing her face to face. Some dream. "Yep, that would be me. I don't know how we got here..."

Meg squeezed my hand reassuringly while Madame Giry's features turned grim. "I'm afraid she is in serious condition." My brown eyes grew wide at that. Dream or not, I had to know if Abbs was okay.

"What happened?" I asked quickly. "Can you bring me to her?"

The eldest Giry gave me a sympathetic look. "I'm afraid that your sister suffers a broken wrist from the curtain fall. We immediately brought her to the doctor. She needs her rest, mademoiselle before she can see you."

I sighed with relief. At least, she was safe. "Thank you, Mrs....." I paused. I already knew her name, but it would be kind of stupid to blurt it out. I bit back a smirk as I tried to imagine her reaction if I told her that Abby and I were from the future. Yeah...that wouldn't go so well. Hello physco house.

"You may call me Madame Giry," she smiled. "You, Americans, have such wonderful manners." At this, I had to refrain from snickering. "Meg, please take Rose to your room to rest. I hope this makes up for the...incident." Biting my lower lip, I nodded slowly taking it all in.

The younger Giry took my hand and pulled me after her as she navigated us through the crowded stage.

Meg gave me a smile. "My mother is thinking of hiring the both of you. We need more dancers." I followed her as she started leading me to her room. Amazed, I looked around as we passed the stables and spiral staircases and catwalks. Dancers, stagehands, and maids were scurrying around the backstage. Horses neighed as we passed. This all felt so real to be just a dream. I normally didn't dream this vividly. What if it isn't a dream? My mind dared. Logic told me that was impossible, but the feeling of the hem of my shirt between my fingers and the life-like appearances of the people around me said otherwise.

Could I dream here too? It would be like Inception...in Phantom of the Opera.

"I would be honored," I gave a grin as I turned back to her. "Though, I'm not sure Abby and I will be here for long." Meg frowned. I could tell that she was disappointed, but she didn't say anything. We walked through a long corridor until we reached a room.

"This is my room." Meg gestured me inside. "Please make yourself at home."

"Thank you," I plopped down on the soft bed. "Do you have anything for me to wear?" I asked her as I gestured to my clothes. Meg gave a slight nod and handed me a white dress. Eyeing it with hidden distaste since I forgot they didn't have jeans in the 18th century.

"Do you have any family here?" She asked curiously. I shook my head.

"No. It's just me and my little sister." I told her. I felt a bit guilty lying to her, but I can't exactly blurt out the truth.

Meg gave me an understanding smile. "I'll leave you to your rest." As soon as she left, I closed my eyes. I needed to think of a way to get home. But the question was...did I want to?

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-Hell's Angel