RubyMoon's A/N: The combined forces of Vampiress787 and RubyMoon! This
shall work out wonderfully!
The story of how this story came to be:
Erica (Vampiress) and I were having a sleepover. We couldn't think of anything to do, until we remembered something we had wrote a long time ago. It was hilarious, considering we were both majorly punch-drunk at the time (the Cookie thing I've mention in one of my A/Ns are from that). So we decided to write a fanfiction. We wrote from...about 7:00 PM, I think, to 7:20 AM. We slept fifteen to twenty minutes that day. Oh, that was fun.
So I welcome you to read our story called...what IS it called, anyway? We'll figure something out. ENJOY! And please R/R or I will be forced to send Erik after you with a Punjab lasso. I can do that, you know. He lives in my head.
Disclaimer: What, Erik living in my head doesn't count? Fine, We don't own The Phantom of the Opera (no, duh). What, you like reminding us? We also do not own any Rigoletto songs, nor do we own O Divine Redeemer. We don't know who owns that one.
Oh, yeah, and if you're going to skip over the songs DON'T! At least not over 'The Curse'. Read it. It's very good, and very meaningful. But 'O Divine Redeemer' is rather long.
Another thing. This DOES GET DARK! I've just noticed that it looks like a bunch of fluff at the moment. The first few chapters is more-or-less just introducing you to the characters. It gets darker. (It's completed, finally, so I can tell you that in assurance!)
In case you're skipping over the A/N (as I sometimes do): IT GETS DARKER! IT GERS DARKER! IT GETS DARKER! IT GETS DARKER!
Thank you.
Vampiress787's A/N:
Now, we had a disclaimer from before, about not owning the Phantom of the Opera or any of the other songs. BUT Jenny (RubyMoon) owns, and created, Theresa Dubois, the Doctor (of whom you'll meet later), and Elizabeth Lamb (of whom isn't really a person).
I, Vampiress, created Jean DeLecon and Jacquelyn Debarborac.
RubyMoon is also correct that you want to read 'Phantom Pushover', by which is the third chapter.
And I guess I get the glory of saying that I named the chapters. (RubyMoon: But I typed it up!)
The Actresses:
RubyMoon as...
Erik, Theresa Dubois, Firmin, the Doctor (who only shows up twice) and Elizabeth Lamb (who is just a side person and not even worth mentioning but oh well)!
Vampiress787 as...
Jean DeLecon, Jacquelyn Debarborac, Andre and...that's it! Okay, then!
(RubyMoon: Trust me, you cannot WAIT for the chapter 'Phantom Pushover'...oh, you'll LOVE it...)
There is no Raoul-bashing or Christine-bashing in this story. They aren't even in it. This is another-woman story. You no like? Too bad, read it anyway! KYAHAHAHAHA! (Can you tell RubyMoon's the one typing this up?)
And, yes, almost all Theresa's sentences start with 'Oh.' I realize that. As long as it isn't like another time...STORY TIME! We were doing a play, and a person I don't really like got a sort-of lead. (better then me, anyway, all I had to do was stage-fall, and then I appeared one more time for my one line, but I'm happy about that.) Well, anyway, almost all her lines started with 'I don't think.' I found it rather funny. I pointed it out to her, but I didn't really mean to insult her...I'm a little worried that afterwards she thought I did. Oh, well. Anyway.
As usual, //=italics and
=thoughts
Important note: There's an area in the story that is in italics. It's supposed to be thought. 'Great I run into a guy...'-'Why didn't I notice?'. For some reason the computer did not want to upload it.
And now, on with the story! Enjoy!
Chapter One: The Auditions
Theresa Dubois walked quickly down the street. She had to hurry if she was going to make it to the auditions! Faster, faster...
"Oh!" Theresa shouted as she ran into someone and dropped her basket of muffins and her book. She tumbled to the ground.
The person she had run into had also fallen to the ground, giving a cry of 'Oomph!'
"Oh, please do forgive me, Mademoiselle. Are you alright?
"Oh, fine. Please- it was my fault, I wasn't watching where I was going." Theresa looked up and saw a man about twenty-eight with light, short brown hair and serious-shaped but warm green eyes with a charming smile. He was wearing a formal tuxedo.
The man saw a young lady, about twenty-two, with mid-length golden blonde hair and light green satin eyes. She had soft features. She had one a slightly dirty pale blue dress. She was picking up muffins that had fallen, and searching for her book.
The man picked up the book and gave it to her before she reached it and while doing so said,
"Please, let me help you."
"Oh, thank you." She said in a soft voice.
"It would be my pleasure to help you." He picked up what remaining muffins he could find, dusted them off as best as he could and put them in the basket. He then reached out his hand and said,
"Please, allow me to help you up." With his charming smile.
"Oh. Thank you." She said again. Now that they were standing she could tell he was very much taller then her. He was about six feet tall; she was more five foot five. She got nervous having someone so tall next to her.
"Oh, allow me to introduce myself. I am Jean DeLecon."
"Um, Theresa Dubois."
"Believe me, it's a pleasure to meet you." He said, giving a slight bow and a nod of his head. He lifted her hand to his lips with one hand behind his back.
She hoped he didn't notice the blush on her cheeks as she said,
"Pleasure."
"Excuse me, Mademoiselle, but where are you heading in such a hurry?" he asked kindly.
"Oh, the Opera House. I'm late for auditions."
"As a matter of fact, I'm heading that way myself. Would you care to have an escort?" he said with his charming smile.
"Oh, yes." She said, glancing away in an attempt to hide her blush and to keep from having to look into his eyes.
"Well, shall we? It seems you are late already." He said, offering his arm.
"Oh, yes." She said, accepting his arm.
Together they walked to the Opera.
*****
Theresa thanked Monsieur DeLecon and ran to the stage. Luckily she had just made it in time when she heard her name called. She walked onstage, gave her name, age, position going for (Lead Soprano) and song title. She noticed her new "friend" sitting next to the managers.
/Great, I run into a guy and it happens to be someone who KNOWS the managers...wait. Jean DeLecon? THE Jean DeLecon? As in the richest man in France? As in the man renowned for being 'France's Most Eligible Bachelor'? The guy known for his kindness charm? Why didn't I notice?/
She despaired. I sure hope I didn't do any damage running into him like that...great. How am I supposed to sing now?
But sing she must, since her music had begun.
"I love the part in fairy tales that's very near the end.
And all the Kingdom cheers for their new Queen.
And all is well, and all is good, and everyone belongs
And happily their ever-aftering.
But when I enter the Kingdom of Dreams
And face the promise of all I can be,
Will they see me as a heroine?
Tell me, will they let me in?
And if heart's breaking, a part of me's aching to show them how much that I care. But if no one lets me or turns and forgets me then how, how can I share?
There is a part in fairy tales that's very near the end.
The princess and the prince proclaim their love.
And hearts are healed, and souls are changed and two blend into one.
All orchestrated by the stars above.
But when I come to the door of my dreams,
And face a lonely heart calling for me.
I could fill that emptiness within,
If that heart would let me in.
Won't someone let me in?" she finished singing (she finished shaking), curtsied, and ran/walked offstage when, "Debarborac, Jacquelyn."
A girl about twenty-six with long red hair and green eyes and about two inches taller then Theresa wearing a long dark velvet dress with white lacing at the bottom walked pass her.
"Age, position and song?"
"Twenty-six, lead soprano, The Melody Within."
"Begin."
"Music boxes have within melodies they carry with them.
Once they open music fills the air.
Every person you have known has a song of their own.
Once they open up you'll hear what's there.
It's not easy, you must listen with your heart for what lies hidden.
There was a melody locked deep inside of me, but now it's free. It found a place, embraced by harmony, sweet harmony.
Love, more then anything, teaches out hearts to sing, only love can break the spell. Now I know, very well, the love within myself."
She curtsied, nodded her head, and walked offstage shyly, with a small glance into the auditorium.
*****
Theresa and Jacquelyn sat in a row behind the managers, watching the auditions for lead tenor. After all, if they got lead soprano, they may end up having to kiss one of these men.
In a surprised voice, one of the managers called out,
"DeLecon, Jean."
He gracefully stood from his chair and went to the stage for his audition.
"Er-name, age, position and title of song?"
"Jean DeLecon, twenty-eight, lead tenor, The Curse."
"Go on."
"We've heard the tales since we were young, heard the songs that have been sung about an evil spell.
Someone beautiful is cursed, we feel sad through every verse, 'til a kiss and all is well.
The message that no one can see is clearer to someone like me.
There is no curse or evil spell that's worse then one we give ourselves.
There is no sorcerer as cruel as the proud, angry fool.
And yet we cry 'Life isn't fair!'
Beneath out cries the truth is there.
The power that will break the spell we should know very well is locked within ourselves.
Yet we'd rather blame and curse our fate then change.
We run from everyone to hide from the pain and all the shame.
The story's old, we know it well.
About a wretched evil spell.
The power that will break this curse, oh, I know all too well,
Is locked within myself." He finished with such emotion that Jacquelyn's mouth was left hanging open, Theresa was trying not to cry and that the managers wrote in the space after 'Lead Tenor' 'Jean DeLecon'.
"Alright, thank you, Mis'ure DeLecon. Next auditions are for a soprano soloist, second soprano, if you will."
"Lamb, Elizabeth."
*****
"Debarborac, Jacquelyn."
"I believe you know what to say." One of the managers said.
She nodded her head and repeated what was said before and the title of the song was "Gabriella's Song".
"Un soffio mi rimane
(While One Breath in me lingers)
"Un giorno da passare
(And one day to pass)
"Un' kaltra alb' kprezisoa
(One more precious sunrise)
"Un' altra or' risveglia
(Another waking hour)
"Momento caro nei bracci tuoi mi riposo."
(For a precious moment in your arms I rest.)
"Very good. Er-now Dubois, Theresa."
She walked onto the stage, said all and this time the song was 'O Divine Redeemer'.
"Ah! Turn me not away, receive me though unworthy!
Ah! Turn me not away, receive me though unworthy!
Hear thou my cry, hear thou my cry behold, Lord, my distress.
Answer me from thy throne.
Haste three Lord to mine aid.
Thy pity show in my deep anguish
They pity show in my deep anguish.
Let not the sword of vengeance smite me,
Though righteous Thine anger, O Lord.
Shield me in danger, O Regard me!
On thee, Lord, alone will I call!
O Divine Redeemer, O Divine Redeemer!
I pray Thee grant me pardon!
And remember not, remember not my sins.
Forgive me, O Divine Redeemer!
I pray Thee grant me pardon!
And remember not, remember not, O Lord, my sins.
Night gathers 'round my soul!
Fearful I cry to Thee!
Come to mine aid, O Lord!
Haste Thee, Lord, haste to help me!
Hear my cry! Hear my cry! Save me, Lord, in They mercy.
Hear my cry! Hear my cry! Come and save me, O Lord.
O Divine Redeemer, O Divine Redeemer!
I pray Thee grant me pardon!
And remember not, remember not, O Lord, my sins.
Save in the day of retribution!
From Death shield Thou me, O my God!
O Divine Redeemer! Have mercy!
Help me, my Savior."
Theresa curtsied, then walked offstage and grabbed her basket. It was a long way home. Jacquelyn left as well. But the shadow in Box Five did not.
~RubyMoon's Secret Place~
RubyMoon: WA-HOOO! Wasn't that great? Okay, maybe not so great...but not that bad, ne? Trust me, it gets better! My favorite chapter so far is either 'Phantom Pushover' or 'The Masque and the Father '. Those are /both/ great! Anyway.
Roselyn: I think Ruby would like to say-
RubyMoon: Please, PLEASE review! Please? I'll even pay you for it! Though all I can give you is your name in the next chapter's A/N. And I can't promise you when it'll be up, it'll depend on when Vampiress sends me the next chapter. Anyway, SO, please review! We'll love you forever for it! And if you can find the 'famous line' we'll put your name in the next chapter saying 'You won!'.
Roselyn: Some prize.
RubyMoon: Shut up.
Roselyn: I shall translate. One of the sentences in this chapter could, almost, be quoted. If you figure out which one it is, you receive the pathetic prize of having your name in the next chapter and next to it saying 'You won'.
RubyMoon: Shut up.
Roselyn: And RubyMoon?
RubyMoon: Yes?
Roselyn: One word.
RubyMoon: Yes?
Roselyn: Goh.
RubyMoon: Go where?
Roselyn: No, Goh. G. O. H.
RubyMoon: OH, SHOOT! ::runs away:: JA NE!
Vampiress787's A/N:
First of all, Pleeease review! I don't have a computer so I'm grateful that my best friend in the entire world is doing this for me. This is, obviously, a combined team of both of us, so wait and see what happens. Oh, and by the way, aren't we /SO cruel/ how we left the chapter 'But the shadow in Box Five did not'. And I'd like to mention that I ALSO decided where to end the chapters. (RubyMoon: Only because I wasn't there!) (WARNING, WARNING! VAMPIRESS IS HERE)
Vampiress: And it was a bit of genius, if I do so say myself.
RubyMoon: ::RubyMoon has left::
Vampiress: Gooood. If she had stayed much longer she would have been lunch. And that brings me to my farewell, because now I have to go eat. Thank you very much, RubyMoon. Watch your back.
The story of how this story came to be:
Erica (Vampiress) and I were having a sleepover. We couldn't think of anything to do, until we remembered something we had wrote a long time ago. It was hilarious, considering we were both majorly punch-drunk at the time (the Cookie thing I've mention in one of my A/Ns are from that). So we decided to write a fanfiction. We wrote from...about 7:00 PM, I think, to 7:20 AM. We slept fifteen to twenty minutes that day. Oh, that was fun.
So I welcome you to read our story called...what IS it called, anyway? We'll figure something out. ENJOY! And please R/R or I will be forced to send Erik after you with a Punjab lasso. I can do that, you know. He lives in my head.
Disclaimer: What, Erik living in my head doesn't count? Fine, We don't own The Phantom of the Opera (no, duh). What, you like reminding us? We also do not own any Rigoletto songs, nor do we own O Divine Redeemer. We don't know who owns that one.
Oh, yeah, and if you're going to skip over the songs DON'T! At least not over 'The Curse'. Read it. It's very good, and very meaningful. But 'O Divine Redeemer' is rather long.
Another thing. This DOES GET DARK! I've just noticed that it looks like a bunch of fluff at the moment. The first few chapters is more-or-less just introducing you to the characters. It gets darker. (It's completed, finally, so I can tell you that in assurance!)
In case you're skipping over the A/N (as I sometimes do): IT GETS DARKER! IT GERS DARKER! IT GETS DARKER! IT GETS DARKER!
Thank you.
Vampiress787's A/N:
Now, we had a disclaimer from before, about not owning the Phantom of the Opera or any of the other songs. BUT Jenny (RubyMoon) owns, and created, Theresa Dubois, the Doctor (of whom you'll meet later), and Elizabeth Lamb (of whom isn't really a person).
I, Vampiress, created Jean DeLecon and Jacquelyn Debarborac.
RubyMoon is also correct that you want to read 'Phantom Pushover', by which is the third chapter.
And I guess I get the glory of saying that I named the chapters. (RubyMoon: But I typed it up!)
The Actresses:
RubyMoon as...
Erik, Theresa Dubois, Firmin, the Doctor (who only shows up twice) and Elizabeth Lamb (who is just a side person and not even worth mentioning but oh well)!
Vampiress787 as...
Jean DeLecon, Jacquelyn Debarborac, Andre and...that's it! Okay, then!
(RubyMoon: Trust me, you cannot WAIT for the chapter 'Phantom Pushover'...oh, you'll LOVE it...)
There is no Raoul-bashing or Christine-bashing in this story. They aren't even in it. This is another-woman story. You no like? Too bad, read it anyway! KYAHAHAHAHA! (Can you tell RubyMoon's the one typing this up?)
And, yes, almost all Theresa's sentences start with 'Oh.' I realize that. As long as it isn't like another time...STORY TIME! We were doing a play, and a person I don't really like got a sort-of lead. (better then me, anyway, all I had to do was stage-fall, and then I appeared one more time for my one line, but I'm happy about that.) Well, anyway, almost all her lines started with 'I don't think.' I found it rather funny. I pointed it out to her, but I didn't really mean to insult her...I'm a little worried that afterwards she thought I did. Oh, well. Anyway.
As usual, //=italics and
=thoughts
Important note: There's an area in the story that is in italics. It's supposed to be thought. 'Great I run into a guy...'-'Why didn't I notice?'. For some reason the computer did not want to upload it.
And now, on with the story! Enjoy!
Chapter One: The Auditions
Theresa Dubois walked quickly down the street. She had to hurry if she was going to make it to the auditions! Faster, faster...
"Oh!" Theresa shouted as she ran into someone and dropped her basket of muffins and her book. She tumbled to the ground.
The person she had run into had also fallen to the ground, giving a cry of 'Oomph!'
"Oh, please do forgive me, Mademoiselle. Are you alright?
"Oh, fine. Please- it was my fault, I wasn't watching where I was going." Theresa looked up and saw a man about twenty-eight with light, short brown hair and serious-shaped but warm green eyes with a charming smile. He was wearing a formal tuxedo.
The man saw a young lady, about twenty-two, with mid-length golden blonde hair and light green satin eyes. She had soft features. She had one a slightly dirty pale blue dress. She was picking up muffins that had fallen, and searching for her book.
The man picked up the book and gave it to her before she reached it and while doing so said,
"Please, let me help you."
"Oh, thank you." She said in a soft voice.
"It would be my pleasure to help you." He picked up what remaining muffins he could find, dusted them off as best as he could and put them in the basket. He then reached out his hand and said,
"Please, allow me to help you up." With his charming smile.
"Oh. Thank you." She said again. Now that they were standing she could tell he was very much taller then her. He was about six feet tall; she was more five foot five. She got nervous having someone so tall next to her.
"Oh, allow me to introduce myself. I am Jean DeLecon."
"Um, Theresa Dubois."
"Believe me, it's a pleasure to meet you." He said, giving a slight bow and a nod of his head. He lifted her hand to his lips with one hand behind his back.
She hoped he didn't notice the blush on her cheeks as she said,
"Pleasure."
"Excuse me, Mademoiselle, but where are you heading in such a hurry?" he asked kindly.
"Oh, the Opera House. I'm late for auditions."
"As a matter of fact, I'm heading that way myself. Would you care to have an escort?" he said with his charming smile.
"Oh, yes." She said, glancing away in an attempt to hide her blush and to keep from having to look into his eyes.
"Well, shall we? It seems you are late already." He said, offering his arm.
"Oh, yes." She said, accepting his arm.
Together they walked to the Opera.
*****
Theresa thanked Monsieur DeLecon and ran to the stage. Luckily she had just made it in time when she heard her name called. She walked onstage, gave her name, age, position going for (Lead Soprano) and song title. She noticed her new "friend" sitting next to the managers.
/Great, I run into a guy and it happens to be someone who KNOWS the managers...wait. Jean DeLecon? THE Jean DeLecon? As in the richest man in France? As in the man renowned for being 'France's Most Eligible Bachelor'? The guy known for his kindness charm? Why didn't I notice?/
She despaired. I sure hope I didn't do any damage running into him like that...great. How am I supposed to sing now?
But sing she must, since her music had begun.
"I love the part in fairy tales that's very near the end.
And all the Kingdom cheers for their new Queen.
And all is well, and all is good, and everyone belongs
And happily their ever-aftering.
But when I enter the Kingdom of Dreams
And face the promise of all I can be,
Will they see me as a heroine?
Tell me, will they let me in?
And if heart's breaking, a part of me's aching to show them how much that I care. But if no one lets me or turns and forgets me then how, how can I share?
There is a part in fairy tales that's very near the end.
The princess and the prince proclaim their love.
And hearts are healed, and souls are changed and two blend into one.
All orchestrated by the stars above.
But when I come to the door of my dreams,
And face a lonely heart calling for me.
I could fill that emptiness within,
If that heart would let me in.
Won't someone let me in?" she finished singing (she finished shaking), curtsied, and ran/walked offstage when, "Debarborac, Jacquelyn."
A girl about twenty-six with long red hair and green eyes and about two inches taller then Theresa wearing a long dark velvet dress with white lacing at the bottom walked pass her.
"Age, position and song?"
"Twenty-six, lead soprano, The Melody Within."
"Begin."
"Music boxes have within melodies they carry with them.
Once they open music fills the air.
Every person you have known has a song of their own.
Once they open up you'll hear what's there.
It's not easy, you must listen with your heart for what lies hidden.
There was a melody locked deep inside of me, but now it's free. It found a place, embraced by harmony, sweet harmony.
Love, more then anything, teaches out hearts to sing, only love can break the spell. Now I know, very well, the love within myself."
She curtsied, nodded her head, and walked offstage shyly, with a small glance into the auditorium.
*****
Theresa and Jacquelyn sat in a row behind the managers, watching the auditions for lead tenor. After all, if they got lead soprano, they may end up having to kiss one of these men.
In a surprised voice, one of the managers called out,
"DeLecon, Jean."
He gracefully stood from his chair and went to the stage for his audition.
"Er-name, age, position and title of song?"
"Jean DeLecon, twenty-eight, lead tenor, The Curse."
"Go on."
"We've heard the tales since we were young, heard the songs that have been sung about an evil spell.
Someone beautiful is cursed, we feel sad through every verse, 'til a kiss and all is well.
The message that no one can see is clearer to someone like me.
There is no curse or evil spell that's worse then one we give ourselves.
There is no sorcerer as cruel as the proud, angry fool.
And yet we cry 'Life isn't fair!'
Beneath out cries the truth is there.
The power that will break the spell we should know very well is locked within ourselves.
Yet we'd rather blame and curse our fate then change.
We run from everyone to hide from the pain and all the shame.
The story's old, we know it well.
About a wretched evil spell.
The power that will break this curse, oh, I know all too well,
Is locked within myself." He finished with such emotion that Jacquelyn's mouth was left hanging open, Theresa was trying not to cry and that the managers wrote in the space after 'Lead Tenor' 'Jean DeLecon'.
"Alright, thank you, Mis'ure DeLecon. Next auditions are for a soprano soloist, second soprano, if you will."
"Lamb, Elizabeth."
*****
"Debarborac, Jacquelyn."
"I believe you know what to say." One of the managers said.
She nodded her head and repeated what was said before and the title of the song was "Gabriella's Song".
"Un soffio mi rimane
(While One Breath in me lingers)
"Un giorno da passare
(And one day to pass)
"Un' kaltra alb' kprezisoa
(One more precious sunrise)
"Un' altra or' risveglia
(Another waking hour)
"Momento caro nei bracci tuoi mi riposo."
(For a precious moment in your arms I rest.)
"Very good. Er-now Dubois, Theresa."
She walked onto the stage, said all and this time the song was 'O Divine Redeemer'.
"Ah! Turn me not away, receive me though unworthy!
Ah! Turn me not away, receive me though unworthy!
Hear thou my cry, hear thou my cry behold, Lord, my distress.
Answer me from thy throne.
Haste three Lord to mine aid.
Thy pity show in my deep anguish
They pity show in my deep anguish.
Let not the sword of vengeance smite me,
Though righteous Thine anger, O Lord.
Shield me in danger, O Regard me!
On thee, Lord, alone will I call!
O Divine Redeemer, O Divine Redeemer!
I pray Thee grant me pardon!
And remember not, remember not my sins.
Forgive me, O Divine Redeemer!
I pray Thee grant me pardon!
And remember not, remember not, O Lord, my sins.
Night gathers 'round my soul!
Fearful I cry to Thee!
Come to mine aid, O Lord!
Haste Thee, Lord, haste to help me!
Hear my cry! Hear my cry! Save me, Lord, in They mercy.
Hear my cry! Hear my cry! Come and save me, O Lord.
O Divine Redeemer, O Divine Redeemer!
I pray Thee grant me pardon!
And remember not, remember not, O Lord, my sins.
Save in the day of retribution!
From Death shield Thou me, O my God!
O Divine Redeemer! Have mercy!
Help me, my Savior."
Theresa curtsied, then walked offstage and grabbed her basket. It was a long way home. Jacquelyn left as well. But the shadow in Box Five did not.
~RubyMoon's Secret Place~
RubyMoon: WA-HOOO! Wasn't that great? Okay, maybe not so great...but not that bad, ne? Trust me, it gets better! My favorite chapter so far is either 'Phantom Pushover' or 'The Masque and the Father '. Those are /both/ great! Anyway.
Roselyn: I think Ruby would like to say-
RubyMoon: Please, PLEASE review! Please? I'll even pay you for it! Though all I can give you is your name in the next chapter's A/N. And I can't promise you when it'll be up, it'll depend on when Vampiress sends me the next chapter. Anyway, SO, please review! We'll love you forever for it! And if you can find the 'famous line' we'll put your name in the next chapter saying 'You won!'.
Roselyn: Some prize.
RubyMoon: Shut up.
Roselyn: I shall translate. One of the sentences in this chapter could, almost, be quoted. If you figure out which one it is, you receive the pathetic prize of having your name in the next chapter and next to it saying 'You won'.
RubyMoon: Shut up.
Roselyn: And RubyMoon?
RubyMoon: Yes?
Roselyn: One word.
RubyMoon: Yes?
Roselyn: Goh.
RubyMoon: Go where?
Roselyn: No, Goh. G. O. H.
RubyMoon: OH, SHOOT! ::runs away:: JA NE!
Vampiress787's A/N:
First of all, Pleeease review! I don't have a computer so I'm grateful that my best friend in the entire world is doing this for me. This is, obviously, a combined team of both of us, so wait and see what happens. Oh, and by the way, aren't we /SO cruel/ how we left the chapter 'But the shadow in Box Five did not'. And I'd like to mention that I ALSO decided where to end the chapters. (RubyMoon: Only because I wasn't there!) (WARNING, WARNING! VAMPIRESS IS HERE)
Vampiress: And it was a bit of genius, if I do so say myself.
RubyMoon: ::RubyMoon has left::
Vampiress: Gooood. If she had stayed much longer she would have been lunch. And that brings me to my farewell, because now I have to go eat. Thank you very much, RubyMoon. Watch your back.