Love Me, That’s All I Ask of You (Prologue)
Title: Love Me, That’s All I Ask of You (Prologue)
Author: mitchiemarie
Rating: For this, PG
Pairing: All future and present major pairings: Ryden, Rywalk, Joncer
POV: Switches later in the story, in the prologue it's Jon's, 3rd
Summary: Phantom of the Opera Au. Ryan's Christine, Brendon's the Phantom and Jon is Raoul. Throw in Spencer is pretty little Meg Giry and this is what I got. Results may vary.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not the characters, the small paragraphs of songs at the end of later chapters, or the plot, or anything else. Basically, all I own is My name. So don't sue. Please?
Beta: My bb!!! The wonderful Shawna,longerthanwedo She's awesomer than awesome, for betaing this in such a short notice. <3
Author Notes: So this was originally intended to be a co-write, then it became my idea for bandombigbang but I totally didn't finish in time...and now I'm just saying 'screw it' and posting it as a story! It's about 15-18 chapters long and I have about 10! Hopefully I'll get it done before the month is over <3 Comments are love!
1905, Paris, the Opera Populaire
Jon and Spencer sat in the dark, dust-covered theater. It was the Opera Populaire and neither had dared come near there since that night. The night the raven-haired Phantom of the Opera had taken and seduced him, Ryan, never to be seen again. Jon had been there that fateful night, as had Spencer. That had been about 50 years ago, and the once renowned theater had been abandoned since.
“We have gathered here today, for an auction. New treasures have been found. Ones that were thought to have been lost forever. Especially some that once, long ago, belonged to Le Fantôme de l'Opéra and we wanted to see who was interested in acquiring these special artifacts, and what you’d be willing to pay for them.” The auctioneer, with his narrow, rodent-like face, was standing up on stage, grinning like a madman at the audience.
The sounds of horse-drawn carriages from outside could be heard, even in the deathly quiet of the room. Jon looked at Spencer. With his white-blond hair neatly pulled back, he hadn’t aged a bit. The only sign of all these years were a few scattered wrinkles dotting his forehead. Spencer must’ve known that Jon was staring at him because the smooth corners of his mouth twitched into a radiant smile. Spencer’s hand had found its way into Jon’s when all of a sudden Spencer’s vivid blue eyes widened as Spencer’s mother, Maja Ivarrson strolled through the door. She looked prim and put together as always, with never a blonde hair out of place. She cast a pointed glance in their direction when she saw their hands (she never approved of public displays of affection) and then took a seat in the back of the room, trying to look inconspicuous.
Jon and Spencer tried to focus their attention toward the auctioneer, who looked annoyed at being interrupted. He glared at Maja, before he cleared his throat loudly, and made a grand gesture toward a huge something, that was hidden under a heavy, black, velvet drape. “That is the special surprise that we will uncover shortly, for all you lucky ladies and gentlemen.” He smirked as the crowd’s attention was re-directed to him. He took out a small, pocket-sized, rose-shaped ornament. No, wait; it was a music box.
‘It can’t be,’ Jon thought. It was supposed to be lost long-ago, along with Ryan and the Phantom of the Opera. The auctioneer opened the box, and wound the back. A familiar and eerie tune filled the room. “The Phantom of the Opera is here,” Spencer sang softly to Jon, who looked hypnotized. Jon felt like he was being pulled back in time. Back to before he first met the Phantom. Back to the second time he met the one and only Ryan Ross. Back to the last time he saw both of them. He was going back to that time, that age, and that place. He was so distracted by the yanking sensation that he almost missed the auctioneer pull back the covers to reveal the once shattered, grand, Swarovski-crystallized chandelier from the same night, or nightmare. But he didn’t miss it, and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. He was being wrenched into a devious memory, or maybe a time-warp, which one he didn’t know, but he knew he was being suctioned into something. And he knew exactly where it was leading.
It was leading straight back to him, to them. To Ryan and to, ‘The Phantom of the Opera’…