Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Phantom of the Opera. There are days I wish I did.

Angelina and some of the other characters that are in here I own. The Phantom in this story is based after the one in the movie. The portrayal in that movie was unbelievable and I know my story and my character will pale in comparison.

However, I hope you all enjoy it and I would love to have reviews and comments. Enjoy! Be gentle! This is my first story on here.

From the Light…Into Darkness

Chapter 1 – Welcome to Paris

The crest of the family name was seen on the side of the carriage. If the crest was any indication, the two people inside would secure the image.

Angelina watched her father sleep in the seat across from her. She smiled. She leaned back and rested during the last leg of her journey.

I'm going to Paris. I'm going to be a dancer.

She smiled wider, just thinking about it. The ribbon from her ballet slippers hung from her bag by her side. Angelina was assured a place in the newest ballet company formed in Paris. They would be heading up a newly built opera house – Opera Garnier. Several new operas were being considered by the managers and patron. She would be arriving just in time to hear the opening night's opera revealed.

Her mother and father had tried to talk her out of going to Paris to dance. Angelina would hear nothing of it. I'm 17; I'm old enough to make my own decisions. She remembered exactly what she told both of her parents. I am not you. I want to live my own life and to make my own decisions. I want to dance and I want to dance in Paris.

Living her life in a small town away from everything civilized, she longed to be in the center of it all. Demanding her place in society, she nearly ran away until her father finally convinced her mother to let her go.

I'll accompany her to Paris.

This is a bad idea.

She will go anyway, my love. If we do not let her go, she will run away from us. I would rather have her in our lives then away from it.

She isn't safe in Paris.

I will make sure she is safe.

Angelina had heard her father's last words to her mother. They would ring true. Her father had accompanied her to Paris. She remembered the tears in her mother's eyes and her parting words…

You are to stay around people at all times. You are to watch everything around you.


Angelina, this is for the best. Please, heed my warnings. I am begging you.

Sometimes she wondered if her mother was going crazy but her father assured her that it was in her best interest.

The image from the windows of the carriage changed from the wooded path to the streets of Paris.

Angelina's smile could have melted the snow that covered the ground.


He looked at his daughter and sighed. She'd grown up so fast. So innocent and…just like her mother.


He looked at Angelina and faked a smile. Putting a hand to her face, he took her into his arms and embraced her.

"I'm not dying, Father. I'm just joining the ballet."

He pulled back from her and saw the delight in his daughter's eyes.

"That's not the point, Angelina. You are still going to be away from my side."

"You can come visit any time you want - you and mother."

He slowly nodded his head. It would take a great deal to get his wife to come to Paris. Many painful memories were held here for her. His daughter knew very little of them and they were going to tell her when the time was right. Somehow, he now regretted waiting.

"Father, I will not disappoint you. I know the Chagny name rides on what I do here."

"I'm not worried about my name, Angelina. I'm worried about you. But I know you will do nothing but make us proud."

Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny, now older and wiser, pulled out a black jewelry box from his pocket. He slowly opened it and pulled out a beautiful necklace with a cross on it. Angelina's eyes widened at the sight of it.


He slowly undid the clasp and put it around his daughter's neck. He looked at her and sighed.

"From your mother and I. We wish you all the luck in the world and know that you will make Madame Giry proud as your mother did. My daughter, Angelina Christine de Chagny will bring the house down."

Angelina smiled and hugged her father. She kissed his cheek and quickly ran up the stairs and into the opera house.

Just like her mother, in more ways then one. He looked up to the sky, as if praying and pleading at the same time. Please keep her safe.