Beautiful Melodies


CrazedCullenLover (or Kitty as I will be referring to myself from now on)

A/N: Hey Guys! Here's a new story just for you! Hope you like it!

You might notice some similarities to Phantom of the Opera, but it won't be the same. My plotline is completely different.

Disclaimer: This is the only time I'm going to say this, so listen (or read) well! I do not own Twilight or any other piece of work mentioned in this story! I swear on my set of the Twilight Saga. That has to mean something!

Full Summary:

Isabella Swan was orphaned at the age of three when her parents died of an illness. She was brought to the Eclipse Opera House where young girls were trained in vocals and dancing. Now she is seventeen and is strikingly beautiful but sees herself as ordinary. Many young men want to be with her but she only wants her one true love. She is also known as the best known vocalist and dancer at the Eclipse. People continue to tell her that her voice is amazing but she always gives the credit to her teacher. No one has ever met her teacher, including Bella. She has been taught in private in a small room in the upper levels of the opera house. One day, when Bella is heading to her rooms, she hears a hauntingly beautiful melody that is oddly familiar to her, floating through the halls of the Eclipse. She goes to investigate and discovers a room that she never knew existed. What will she find? And what will happen when an unwanted suitor comes for Bella? Will Bella find her one true love or be forced to be with someone she never loved at all? All Human. A little bit of Phantom of the Opera, a lot of Twilight.


Chapter 1: Remembering

(Bella's POV)

(Please read A/N at bottom)

"We'll take good care of her," I remember a gentle male voice saying softly. I was half asleep already.

I remember being carried to a carriage and being placed gently onto someone's lap. I laid my head against the person's chest, not knowing, or caring, who it was. I was very tired.

Right before I drifted off to sleep, I remembering hearing one small detail that has made me cry at night when I'm by myself for the past fourteen years.

"Mama?" I heard the voice of a small boy ask. "Who is that?"

"This is Bella," said a voice just as gentle as the first voice, only this one sounded female.

"Why is Bella here?" the boy asked.

"We're bringing her back to the opera house." the woman said to her son.

"Why?" the boy asked. He was a very inquisitive child.

"Because she doesn't have any family to take care of her, so we're going to," the woman said.

That was it. I couldn't remember anything else about that day. The one horrible detail that has caused me to shed many tears over these past years. My parents have been gone for fourteen years and they were never coming back. That thought has depressed me greatly but I have many reasons to be happy.

I have a very lovable home and a set of very close friends, they were my family. My career was extravagate. Since that time, I've been trained in vocals and dancing at the Eclipse Opera House.

And I had the most amazing instructor. But the thing with him is that I've never met him. No one has actually. He has the most amazing voice and his musical skills are phenomenal. He has trained me ever since I had arrived at the Eclipse.

"Bella," I heard someone calling my name. "Bella, where are you?"

"I'm right here," I called back. I heard footsteps approaching and then my two best friends, Alice Cullen, the daughter of the owner of the Eclipse and the same age as me, and Rosalie Hale, one of the other dancers at the opera house and who was a year older than Alice and I.

"There you are," Alice said as she and Rose came into the room. I had been in one of unused rooms with a large set of windows with a beautiful view of London. I always came here to think or to be alone when I wasn't practicing. "We have rehearsal in ten minutes. We need to get ready."

I sighed. "Alright," I said as I got up from my position next to the window. "Let's go get ready."

We headed down to my rooms, so that I could change into my rehearsal outfit and put my shoes on for ballet rehearsal.

After I was ready (Alice and Rose had been already ready), we headed down to the rehearsal hall.

When we arrived, Esme , Alice's mother and dance instructor for all of the dancers at the Eclipse, spotted us and said with mock sternness, "There you are, girls. Where have you been?" Esme was a kind and gentle woman. She was the one who raised me along with her two children, Alice and her older brother Emmett. I love her very much. She was the closest thing to a mother that I had.

"We had to fetch Bella again," Rose said, rolling her eyes.

"Ah. Daydreaming again, are we, Bella?" Esme asked looking at me with a raised eyebrow and a small smile.

I grinned sheepishly. "Maybe," I said, shrugging.

She chuckled as she motioned all of the other dancers forward. "Alright, ladies, you know what to do. Stretch, then go to the bar. Go," Esme said.

Ballet rehearsal went on for about an hour and then we were dismissed. Alice and Rose followed me up the stairs to our rooms (Rose lived with her husband). They had to get ready because their men were coming today.

Rose and Alice were completely in love. Rose had fallen for Alice's older brother, Emmett, and Alice had fallen for Rose's twin brother, Jasper. Rose and Emmett have been married for a little over a year now. Jasper had been courting Alice for almost two years now. Emmett and Jasper have been like brothers to me for a long time.

I could have been married, if I wished, but I didn't want to be. Not yet at least. I haven't found love yet. I wasn't going to marry someone I didn't love. To me, that's the worst kind of torture. I believed that everyone deserved to be loved. Rose and Alice especially. They deserved it.

I changed out of my rehearsal outfit and laid down on my bed after Rose and Alice had left to see Emmett and Jasper. I sighed. There had to be something to do.

I could practice my singing, but my instructor wanted me to rest my voice. You see, I have a private instructor. He was a wonderful one too. He had the sweetest voice and his music skills were astonishing.

But the thing is, I've never met him. I mean ever. I don't even know his name. All I know is that he lives somewhere in the opera house.

Trust me. I've tried to find him. I've looked high and low and through every room in this opera house and I've found nothing.

Yet I still remember the first day that I ever heard him.


I was five years old and I was sitting in the same room that I was sitting in earlier today.

I was looking out over London and singing a soft tune that my mother had taught me.

Take the wave now and know that you're free,
Turn your back on the land face the sea,
Face the wind now so wild and so strong,
When you think of me,
Wave to me and send me a song…

I will sing to you...
If you promise to send me a song.

I had just finished the song when I heard the voice of a young man. I looked around, trying to figure out where it had come from.

"Isabella, what a lovely voice you have," the voice said.

"Thank you," I said, still looking for the speaker. No one was around.

"Where did you learn to sing?" the voice asked.

"My mother taught me," I said. I had given up on looking for the young man.

"Well, she must have been a wonderful singer, as well," he said.

"She was," I said, as I went to go sit back down next to the window.

He didn't say anything for a moment. "Will you sing that song again for me?"

"Sure," I said with a smile. I didn't know that anyone enjoyed my singing, I just did it because it took me to another world. One where I could be myself.

I started to sing. When I got to the second verse, he started to sing with me.

Don't look back when you reach the new shore,
Don't forget what you're leaving me for,
Don't forget when you're missing me so,
Love must never hold,
Never hold tight but let go.

I was shocked at the sound of his voice. It was a beautiful, sweet tenor. It sounded like honey.

I continued to sing along with him, my soprano mixing with his tenor.

When the song ended, he whispered, "Thank you." Then he was gone.

(End Flashback)

From then on, I came back every night at the same time, waiting for him to come. He came, and still comes, every night. When I turned seven, he became my instructor and has been ever since.

I sighed. That was one of my favorite memories of the opera house.

I got up off my bed and walked out of my room into the hallway, humming the song that I learned long ago.

A/N: Just to let you guys know, there won't be a lot of flashbacks in the story. I just had to do these to set it up.

The song that Bella sings in her flashback is Send Me A Song by Celtic Woman. It's a beautiful song. Listen to it on my website! Click on the homepage link and you're there!

So yeah… I hope you liked it. Review and tell be if I should keep going!

Peace Out!