Ballet and Bloodbaths

A Year Later

"Dear, I'm going out!" my fiancé called to me, and blew a kiss to me.

"Alright, try not to get hurt, John!" he chuckled, walking out of the front door and closing it behind him. I stood from the table, taking my tea saucer and the individual cup to the sink. I set them in, blowing my copper red hair out of my face. It has been a year since I've seen them, the two men and the one woman that I left behind when I moved to London. Erik, Raoul, and Brenda.

I went upstairs, grabbing the broom from the closet. A door creaked open, exposing a woman with auburn hair, that was also known as Donna Smith.

"Hello, Blanche." I smiled at her, hugging her.

"Hi, Donna. Want me to make you some tea?" she nodded, and followed me downstairs.

"Where'd Johnny go?" I giggled at the nickname, setting the kettle on the stove.

"Out, he said." a knock on the door and I walked over, and opened it. I open it to see a woman with blonde hair tied up in a bow, with a note.

"(Y/N)."

"Meg. Hey, Donna?" she got up, and walked over to look at Meg.

"Yeah, Blanche?"

"I've got to go to the market. Can you watch the house?" she nodded, and smiled. Then, me and Meg walked out, and closed the door.

"Why'd she call you Blanche, (Y/N)?" I sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I had to get away from them. I just had to, Meg. I married a man named John Smith and he and his sister Donna live with me. Only John knows my real identity." she nodded, and sighed quietly.

"Juliette met him. We haven't seen Juliette for seven months." I gasped, and grabbed Meg, running to my house. I opened the door to see John and Donna.

"Hello, luv." I smiled, kissing his lips.

"John, I have to speak to you, dear." he nodded, us leaving Donna and Meg. We reach our bedroom, John opening the door like a gentleman.

"So? Out with it, luv."

"OK, so you know how I used to.."

"Live in an Opera House? Yeah, go on." I smiled, grabbing his hands.

"My old fancy has my cousin locked up. I need to get to her, John. Can you help?"

"Of course, (Y/N)." I hugged him, his hands rubbing circles into my back.  I kissed his cheek, running to grab stuff to go to Paris. I ran back downstairs, and hugged Donna.

"I'll miss you, Donna." she sniffed, and wiped the corner of her eye. I walk to the exit, not before kissing John goodbye. I close the door behind me, seeing the pristine carriage sitting in front of my house. Meg opens the door to the carriage for me, and I step inside.

"Thank you for coming to me, Meg. Juliette is my only relative that isn't unborn." she smiles, eye traveling my stomach. I was about a month pregnant.

"Aw. Good for you, (Y/N)! John's baby, right?" I nod, smiling widely.

"Yes my handsome husband. Oh how I love him." she chuckles, pulling out a photograph.

"This is my fianceé. His name is Mitchell Mell. He's very kind and gentle." she hands the photo to me, the black and white picture displaying a man with spectacles and a very prominent smile. (#michael mell anyone?) I give it back, giggling at her lovesick smile.

"Wow, when do I get to meet Monsieur Mell?"

"When we get to Paris, (Y/N). Chill." I smiled, looking out the carriage window. 'Wow, I should travel more often, it's so beautiful.'

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We arrived in Paris, the man in the photo standing near our carriage. The stagecoach opens the carriage, Meg leaping out to leave a 'hello' kiss on her lover's smile.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Mell. Je m'appelle (Y/N) Smith." he shakes my hand. 'How very quaint.'

"Hello, golly, it's nice to meet you, madame." his accent was Jersey, not good with French. I smile kindly, as he offers to take my bags in-which I accept-and carries them into the Opera House. 'How kind of him, he's so good for Meg.' I enter the Opera House, a bunch of kids running and trampling me.

"Mademoiselle (Y/N)!" I grin at my old pupils, that are now my pupils, considering I have to deal with the Phantom.

"Hello! Alright, what are you working on so far?"

"Oh, we had a new teacher that is good at ballet. Oh, she's right here!" I look up to meet a familiar face, brown curls tucked into a bun, blue eyes shining with familiarment.

"Brenda."

"(Y/N)." I self-consciously wrap my arms around myself, slightly glaring.

"What are you doing?" she chuckles, hands going onto her hips.

"Teaching ballet. What are you doing here?" I scoff, also placing my hands on my hips.

"I'm finding my niece. Y'know, the one he took." she snickers, pursing her lips.

"She's dead. He killed her." I growl, pushing her out of my way.

"Meg, Mell! We're going on an adventure!" They scurry over, trying to keep up with my stride. I take a torch, latching a sword to my side.

"Woah, what're we doing?" Mitchell asked, looking at Meg with amusement.

"My niece was taken. By the Phantom of the Opera." I spoke, gritting my teeth and trying to stay strong.

"Woah, hold up, the Phantom of the Opera?! He is like, the most infamous man ever!"

"Yeah, that's why we're after him, Mell. You coming or staying?"

"Coming," he says quickly, "I'll help." I nod, opening the Primadonna's room. I slide the mirror open, the two trailing with me.

"(Y/N), are we sure she's dead? She could be with Phillipe."

"Raoul killed Phillipe when he "killed" Erik. She can't be with him." I spot the boat at the pier, ushering the couple onto the gondola. They enter, my hands reaching for the paddle. 'Let's go get Juliette.'