A Wizard, A Dancer, A Pager, A Vampire

What will happen to the Pretty Little Liars? Aria is a pager at this strange library where the Grimm magic is real. Spencer found out her parents had hidden her Hogwarts letter and she goes off to a place where she truly feels like she belongs. Hanna moved to Paris and started dancing and singing at the Opera Populaire, where a phantom haunts it and is determined to keep Hanna under lock and key. As for Emily she got bitten and turned into a vampire, now she currently resides with Bella, Edward, and the rest of the gang. Can the Liars make it through their crazy new lives or do they still need each other? read to find out:)

Authors note: For Aria I picked The Grimm Legacy, for Spencer I think it is obvious it is Harry Potter. For Hanna I picked The Phantom of the Opera. And last but not least I picked Twilight for Emily :)


19. Your Story- Hanna's P.O.V.

I started walking back down the corridor and I screenshot the message A sent me. It has a record of wiping all of our phones clean and I'm determined to have some proof backed up into Dropbox or something. I looked back up and Meg was gone as if she was an illusion. I barley got five steps in when a strong arm grabbed a hold of my wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?" A husked voice asked me

I peered into his dark eyes through the mask, trying to see into his thoughts. I wish I could read minds.

"You left sir, I was going back to the states. My friend is in trouble."

"Did I say you could leave?"

"Well, no sir, but I'm not your property. You don't own me."

"I don't own you! I am your angel of music. That is nonsense. I don't own you! You make me laugh."

"Angel of music? I needed an angel of protection! Some angel you were! Where were you when I needed you the most in my life back in the states! You are no angel. Just a demon sprung up from the depths of hell! Let go of me."

"You shouldn't talk to your master that way. You must be punished!"

With his hold still on me, he led me down to my prison called his world. We walked on and on into the darkness. Finally, we came to some lights. When we reached our destination, he threw me down. I hit my head on a rock and tears instantly jumped into my eyes. I turned my head away determined not to let him see me cry.

"Hanna! Are you okay? I didn't mean to throw you down so hard.. I just get so angry...."

I didn't respond because I'm too stubborn.

He slowly approached me and grabbed one of my wrist. With my head still turned I couldn't see what he was doing. He slowly collected the other one in his hands and I felt cold metal wrap around them. Did he seriously just chain me? I started freaking out and thrashing around. He grabbed my chained hands and pinned them above my head. I was heavily breathing out of fright.

"What do you with me?" I asked

No responses. He just kept looking at me. I asked again louder this time.

"What do you want from me!"

"Hanna, you're so beautiful."

"Please stop. I don't even know you. Yes, you gave me a voice when no one else would listen. But please. You could be a 55 year old man under that mask. Don't call me beautiful. You don't even know my story."

He sighed and slowly let go of my wrist. He sat down beside me and curled his hands up into his lap.

"Tell me."

"Excuse me?" I replied

"Your story."

"Why should I?"

"Please." His voice has so much yearning, loneliness that my heart broke a little inside.


So, I told him. I'm not sure why I did, but he seemed like he needed to know. As if his life depended on it. The whole time I was explaining his face twisted into a knot. He saw the familiar of the story. Like it or not, he and A had a lot in common.

"Hanna, I had no idea."

"Of course you didn't. You never asked." I said while looking away.

"Would you like to hear my story?" He asked me with his eyes close

"You'll tell me?"

"I owe you this much."

He then proceeded to tell me his. I couldn't believe he got beaten as a child in a traveling circus. I want to kill them man that did this to him. But it also explains why he wears that mask.

"I'm not 55, you know. I'm much, much younger."

I gave him a half smile. I was too distracted by that damn mask. I wanted to know so bad what was under it. Who was under it. Curiosity finally took over me and I started to lean in as if I was going to kiss him. He seemed shocked but started leaning in too. In a sudden instant I flung his mask off and what was underneath mortified me. My eyes widened in fear.

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