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Fic I've been working on since January. General story of POTO (could be Leroux, Kay, or alw musical, take your pick I don't specify) with my vampire OCs added in. They're a couple, so there's none of that Erik x OC crap I used to write. Enjoy.

Chapter 1: Brief introduction


Usually only one person, a young woman, was sitting in Box 3, enjoying the performances at the Opera Garnier. Tonight, Erik could see two figures in the box in front of and slightly below his. A young man about the same age as the girl was also there. He had never really paid attention to the girl when she was alone but tonight she stood out. As did the boy next to her. They complemented each other rather well. They were like the sun and the moon.

The girl was Elsa Altshul, a veterinarian who worked nights at the largest hospital in Paris. She was very pale, wore her dark blonde hair loose, and her eyes were an abnormal shade of hazel.
The boy at her side was Adolf Schneider and Erik didn’t know that he was a violinist who played in the orchestra until he overheard him tell Elsa that he had the night off and could watch the performance with her. Adolf was as pale as Elsa. He was rather small-faced and his raven hair fell below his shoulders (usually worn as a ponytail). His eyes appeared to be green.

Erik assumed the two were friends. They did not look at all alike so siblings or even cousins was out of the question, and it would be quite a shock if they were dating; she wore the Star of David around her neck and he wore a silver crucifix. But Elsa and Adolf were dating. They had been for over one hundred years.

“Look at that delectable display.” Elsa murmured, running her tongue along her teeth as she pointed to a small, blonde ballerina on the stage. “I want her.”

“I can smell her from here. She’s healthy. It would make a nice change from the drunkards you’ve been hunting.”

“Now, Adolf...you know we cannot always mindlessly kill people who have families awaiting them at home.”

After the performance, Adolf led Elsa to the alley on the Rue Scribe, where most of the performers exited the theatre. The ballerinas lived in the Palais Garner but often had a smoke in the alley after performances. Elsa stood in the shadows, having trouble restraining herself as the singers and dancers exited few by few, drinking and laughing.

Two ballerinas emerged at last, Elsa’s prey and an older redhead. She waited quietly as they smoked and gossiped.

“Emilie, I’m going to get a bottle of Brandy. Do you want anything?”

“No thank you, you go ahead. I’ll join you in a few minutes.”

The redhead went inside and shut the door. It was almost completely dark and Elsa had only grown thirstier. She took a step and Emilie jumped.

“Hello?” She called out.

“Your friend is very irresponsible letting you be out here alone, Emilie.”

“Sh…She’ll be back here in a minute.”

“No, she won’t. She said she was getting a drink and you said you’d join her. Don’t lie to yourself.”

Emilie rushed to the door but Elsa took hold of her scarf and pulled her back. She wasn’t even able to scream before Elsa covered her mouth and propped her against the brick wall.

“Such a small thing…and you do smell delightful!”

Elsa was fascinated by the heartbeat of a human who was fully aware they were going to die. She bit into the girl’s neck. Her blood was healthy and sweet.

“Adolf, you’re missing out. Come finish her.”

He stepped out of his hiding place and bit into Emilie’s arm to finish her blood.

“Mmh…you’re right, dear. Young girls are the best kill there is.”


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Chapter 2


Le Petit Journal, Friday eighth of December, 1882

Eighteen-year-old ballerina Emilie Letourneau was reported missing last night after she did not report to the dormitories of the palais Garnier after the performance. Marine, a friend of Emilie’s, says they were both outside and that Emilie did not follow her back into the opera house. Marine returned ten minutes later only to find Emilie gone, without a trace. Infamous opera ghost suspected in the disappearance.

Elsa read the newspaper that evening before heading to work and was both amused and relieved that the girl’s body had not been discovered. She had dumped it into the Seine, nobody would smell the rotting corpse. But it was one of the first places the police searched when someone went missing and was thought to be dead.

Adolf finally emerged from his coffin and changed his clothes. Clutching his throat, he took his violin case and found Elsa in the dining room holding a large, nearly dead rat.

“You’re thirsty. Here.” She said, handing him the creature. “You didn’t have enough of the girl’s blood.”

“Thank you.” He replied, taking the rat and biting into its thin flesh.

“Look, they’re blaming the opera ghost for the disappearance again.”

She handed him the newspaper.

“They’re all absolutely obsessed with him. I’ve heard countless stories of sightings from the orchestra members, some believable, some ridiculous. I’m not sure what to believe.”

“But what if he is real? What if he’s always watching everything that goes on in the opera? I’ve told you before about that strange man who always sits in box five.”

“Oh…him. We are forbidden from asking questions about him. I’ve heard that Mme. Giry, the ballet mistress knows him personally and hands him the program before every performance. But he’s no ghost.”

The clock struck seven-thirty and rang. They both headed outside, making sure it was completely dark.

“I must hunt tonight. I’ll meet you here after the rehearsal.”

“I’ll be here at ten-thirty.”

He kissed her hand before heading off.

The veterinary clinic consisted of three small examination rooms and a laboratory in the west wing of the Hotel-Dieu, the oldest hospital in Paris. Ten veterinarians worked there; five during the day and the other five at night. More surgeries than examinations were done during the night, and Elsa was a very skilled veterinary surgeon. She had studied medicine at the university of Berlin and had worked night shifts in veterinary clinics for most of her vampire life (although she had considered moving to Scandinavia to be able to work during the day instead).

Adolf had been one of the leading violinists of the Parisian opera’s orchestra for two years. Before he was a vampire, he studied music in Vienna, his hometown. He then played for orchestras in every city he and Elsa had lived in.

The opera house was buzzing with commotion that evening. Marine was unable to be kept calm as she blamed herself for her friend’s disappearance. Not a single ballerina could stop talking about the opera ghost whom they thought was responsible.

“She’s only eighteen, and I allowed her to stay out in the alley alone! I was so stupid!” She cried, throwing her pointe shoes on the ground after rehearsal.

Fifteen-year-old Jammes then spoke out.

“You should all know the opera ghost took her! She’s probably dead. What if he’s going to start targeting us dancers, and Emilie’s murder was only the beginning?”

Marine shivered at the thought of her friend screaming helplessly while she was inside, unaware and drinking brandy. She didn’t want to believe that Emilie was murdered.

“Be quiet, Jammes! You’ll give us all nightmares!”

Honestly, if he really were to come for another one of us, I’d hope Jammes were next! Thought Marine.

Backstage, a memorial had been set up for Emilie. There were candles lit around a recent photograph of her, and those who had known the lively, hard working ballerina left flowers on the ground.

Adolf was the only person there who knew exactly what had happened. Even if he wanted to reveal the truth to everyone, he couldn’t. He had stopped feeling many normal human emotions the night he and Elsa awoke in the woods after being chased and knocked unconscious by pale, red-eyed creatures. He was unable to process the loss of a human life. He didn’t even know how it was supposed to feel.

It didn’t help that he had had a taste of Emilie’s blood and found it to be delicious.


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Old 08-22-2015 at 06:06 PM
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Chapter 3: A pact with demons


For vampires in populated cities, finding prey at night was simple; they hunted in the slums; that way, the murder was unlikely to be reported. Killing said victim, however, required skill and patience. There were two possible ways to attack; they could ambush them alone in a dark, quiet alley, or they could have some fun and lure a drunkard away from a tavern, usually by seduction or hypnotism.

That night, Adolf didn’t have an appetite for drunkards. So they wandered around the dark Parisian slums, awaiting the first person whose scent they liked. Bored, they stopped under a lamppost to talk a bit.

“The opera ghost is being blamed for Emilie’s disappearance, and most of the ballerinas are denying that she was murdered. They shouldn’t keep their hopes up.”

“Told you he’d be the first suspect, Adolf. Which is why, with scares of an opera ghost, the girl shouldn’t have wanted to stay outside in the dark to begin with. She was inviting her own death.”

Right then, they heard movement, flinched, and turned around.

“The hell was that?” Elsa whispered.

Adolf spotted a pair of yellow eyes that seemed to glow, and gripped Elsa’s arm.

“There shouldn’t be another vampire here.” He mumbled to her.

“I smell blood at the moment…I don’t think that’s a vampire.” She replied.

But Adolf was already walking toward the figure warily. The person did not move.

“Excuse me, but you shouldn’t be here. This is our hunting territory.”

“Pardon me, monsieur. I am not hunting. I was simply overhearing you and your sweetheart’s conversation.”

Elsa appeared next to them.

“Adolf…this man is not a vampire. He’s human. He has incredible smelling blood.”

Adolf chuckled.

“I know, Elsa. I’ve found our prey. He’ll make a delicious meal.”

The man smiled sinisterly, and it was then that Adolf & Elsa noticed his mask. Adolf instantly recognized him as the man from Box 5.

“You know, years ago, if two vampires had come up to me saying they were going to drink my blood, I would’ve agreed to it. Begged, even, for sweet release from this world, which has wronged me. But at this moment, I cannot allow you to kill me. I have things to do.” The man said.

“You do realize we don’t have a choice now, right?” Elsa questioned.

“You know what we are. You’ll go around revealing your find. And we can’t have that now, can we?” Adolf said, smiling devilishly.

The man laughed, rather loudly.

“This is not my first encounter with you creatures. I’ve met at least fifty of you all over Europe. I’ve been able to pass as one of you. You two are the first vampires who have realized that I am, in fact, a human being. You recognize the scent of blood easily. So, I assume you must be quite old. Over one hundred.”

“We are. And we still have to kill you.” Elsa said, losing her patience.

“What if I were to propose a pact?” He replied, still smiling.

Adolf held Elsa back as she tried to tackle the man.

“Shhh…Elsa, we should hear him out.”

She complied and crossed her arms. “Alright, we’re listening.”

“I will become your prey. Once my business in the Palais Garnier is finished. You two will assist me in manipulating what goes on there. I can’t be everywhere at once. If you fail or refuse, I will reveal who really killed Emilie Letourneau.”

“What’s in it for us?” Adolf asked.

“All the clean blood you’ll need to keep you fed for the next three months.”

Elsa & Adolf looked at each other and nodded, then each extended a hand.

“Deal.” They said in unison.

The man shook their hands.

“You have my word that your secret will be kept.”

All hell was going to break loose in the opera Garnier.


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Glad to see the views this got, but if it's not too rude I'd like to ask for reviews. I get writer's block (I started this story in January and wrote chapter 3 just 2 weeks ago) and it's mainly because no reviews/criticism=no motivation. Thanks!
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Look, ok. 200+ views but no comments feels like multiple punches in my stomach. It's the equivalent of illegally downloading music. If you're going to read someone's fanfiction, you leave them a comment saying what you think, even if it's just "great story".

Here's the same story on fanfiction.net. You don't need to make an account to post reviews: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10954129/...rtals-in-Paris


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