Hi everyone ^_^. This is my first fan fiction *glup* so I hope you enjoy, I am going to try and upload once a week. But I'm utterly unorganized, so don't hold me to it! This chapter is quite short, but I will try and write more each time I upload. Any criticism welcomed, happy reading everyone!

Dust covered her worn boots as she wandered through the rows of moth-eaten seats; setting down her stained and battered violin case, a gasp escapes from her pale lips. This was it. The Opera Populaire, she had heard stories about this place, the music, the dances, the beautiful prima donnas and the Opera ghost that haunted the dark underground catacombs the lay in the cold bowels of the opera house. She placed a cold hand on one of the smooth mahogany of the stage and in one swift motion she lifted herself up onto the stage. A cloud of dust swirled around her, making her cough, no surprise to her through. The dust clung to everything in the grand hall, claiming every object that conveyed the glittering splendor of its past life. She had heard about the demise of the Opera Populaire, Parisians like to gossip often enough, it seemed, for what she had heard, that the opera's luck just seemed to run out, after the failed production of "Don Juan Triumphant", the ballet mistress left, the prima donna left and half the cast had left. The opera mangers tried to continue, however the operas got terrible reviews, tickets didn't sell and the place quickly slipped into bankruptcy. Then the place was left abandoned, left for dead.

An idea slipped into her head. A stupid, childish one, but she smiled at the though. In one movement of her hand and a sharp snap of her case, she rested her pointed chin on the smooth, curved surface of her violin. Softly, slowly, gently, she began to play. At first it was a simple melody, just a little tune floating around on her head, but then she worked on it. Picking up the tempo of the song she melded it into a more complicated and sophisticated piece, her thick lashes covered her dark eyes as she flowed along with the music, enjoying the peace and serenity it gave her. She stopped playing as she heard the distant tolling of bells, opening her eyes she stopped, smiled, and gave a curtsy to an imaginary crowd. She stared for a while at the auditorium of the opera hours, imagining for all she was worth, the thick velvet sets and the richly dressed audience sitting there, it must have incredible back in the day, she thinks, awestruck. Returning to herself she quickly put her violin into its case and turned to her heel.

'Stop'

The words echoed and reverberated throughout the empty hall. She stopped in her tracks and tried to find the owner of the cold voice that uttered that single word.

'Who is it? Who's there?' a figure emerged in one of the boxes, a tall, thin dark figure. It was definitely male; he was clad in a dark suit s and tails, with dark hair and golden gleaming eyes, with ghost white skin. She could only see his right profile, but he still was such a powerful figure, looming over her, she could tell he was no ordinary man.

'What is your name?'

He turned to face her and the dying light of the sun gleamed off the piercing white of the mask the covered the left of his thin face. Luna gripped her violin case, she new who this man was. The Opera Ghost.

To this day she will never know what possessed her as she gulped and uttered her name

'Luna'