Okay, I realize that this should be a crossover, but there is no crossover for A Christmas Carol. I don't quite understand why, since I checked the guidlines and it didn't say anything about not writing anything Charles Dickens related. If I somehow missed that, then let me know!

So, this is a "crossover" of The Phantom of the Opera and A Christmas Carol

This is sort of my Christmas special to you guys. I won't be updating "Specter of the Theatre" for a while, so I thought I'd give you this while I try to figure out what I'm going to do with that.

Disclaimer: The Phantom of the Opera belongs to Gaston Leroux and Alexander Loyd Webber (since this is based kind of off both) and A Christmas Carol belongs to Charles Dickens.

Hope you enjoy!

Erik wandered aimlessly through the Opera House. He held a small envelope with a letter concealed inside. Erik wanted to make the moment more suspenseful, so he waited until someone actually walked beneath the rafters that he walked upon before he dropped the note.

The note dropped on the person's head and they scratched it in disbelief. What had fallen on their head? As they reached for their head, they realized it was a note from the Opera Ghost. As the person looked up at him, Erik wasn't surprised to find that the person was Madame Giry, holding his note.

"Erik, you really should stop doing that", she scolded him as if he were a child.

"What?"

"Dropping notes on the floor like that. It's just unnecessary. We have a mail box outside!"

Erik shook his head.

"No, you see, Madame Giry", he swooped his cape. "That just isn't my style."

And he ran through the rafters to another section of the building, where he could observe the managers when Madame Giry would give them the note.

Twenty minutes later, after waiting in a secret passage behind a wall of the managers' office, Erik finally heard Madame Giry's voice calling to the managers.

"I just received a note from the Opera Ghost!"

"Well, what does he want this time?" Firmin shouted. They were just discussing their thoughts on a Christmas Opera when they were so rudely interrupted.

Andre, who was standing beside Firmin, grabbed the letter from Giry and read:

"Dear Managers,

You won't be doing a Christmas opera this year. It is such a waste of time and money anyway trying to put on such a show. You know that we need all that money for more important things.

Oh, speaking of more important things and money, you have forgotten to pay my salary and I would very much appreciate it if you give it to me soon. Oh, and by the way, I believe that we should raise the price another 5 percent, don't you think? Yes, we shall raise my salary. Otherwise, you may be faced with such a horrible enemy.

Now about the opera: I believe that a Christmas opera would be such a waste of time since no one really wants to hear anyone sing Christmas music in an opera house. Naturally, they would prefer to listen to carolers on the street corners since they would be singing the same things. No, a different opera shall be performed. You know what may happen if you do not obey me.

Your kind and obedient servant,

O.G."

"Really, really the Opera Ghost is going to try to stop us from performing a Christmas opera?" scoffed Firmin.

"He's told us to do just about everything else, why can't he let us have this one thing…?" Andre whined.

"Because then you would forget that I am in control of this place, not you…" Erik let his voice echo over the room in a loud whisper.

Madame Giry turned towards the wall the opposite of him, and scolded it as she usually scolded him, "Now, Erik, you know what I told you about throwing your voice in rooms and not letting the managers have their privacy."

Erik had to hold in a chuckle. After all these years, she still didn't know where his secret wall in the managers' office was.

Firmin rolled his eyes and twirled his finger around his head to Andre, indicating that Madame Giry wasn't all the way there…

The Opera Ghost watched as the trio walked outside once Madame Giry was done talking to the imaginary person in the other wall. They thought they had escaped him, but all he needed to do was turn around and watch them on the other side.

"Just listen to him; it will be much easier", advised Giry once they were outside the office.

"Easy for you to say", laughed Andre. "He's not threatening to kill you."

Killing her wouldn't be such a bad idea… Erik mused. She has been getting quite annoying lately…

"And it's because he's threatening to kill you that you should listen to him", Giry persuaded. "After all, you don't want the ghost mad at you again, do you?"

"No," agreed Firmin. "But why must the Ghost hate Christmas? It is such a cheerful time of year."

"Maybe the Ghost doesn't have anything to be cheerful about", defended Giry.

Firmin and Andre snorted and laughed. They shook their heads and muttered to themselves, "Of course he's unhappy, or else he wouldn't torture us…" Then they left Madame Giry all by herself.

Madame Giry said to no one in particular, "Yes, you are a very unhappy man, Erik." Then she walked off on her own, probably to go bother Meg.

Erik eased his way through the wall back into the rafters of the Opera house. He was surprised that they didn't complain about his raise in salary. He smiled to himself. Maybe they didn't only care about money…

Then he heard a high- pitched scream.

"Wait, he raised his salary! That moron actually thinks he's getting more money out of us!"

Erik was pretty positive that was Andre, but maybe Firmin's voice could go that high too…

Erik found his way to his lair and plopped himself into one of his chairs. He heard footsteps creeping closer to him.

"Hello, Christine", he said to the approaching person. "You're late."

"I know Erik, but I"-

"Don't be late again; otherwise that little husband of yours might not be so lucky next time…"

"Oh, I won't be late next time, I promise! It's only that Susan was up all night again and"-

Erik didn't even turn towards her as he put up his hand.

"I don't need any explanation. The point is that you were tardy once again. If you keep on doing this, then who else will help me run this Opera House?"

Christine looked down to the ground. There had been Nadir, but he had been killed in Persia a few years ago.

"No one", she muttered.

"Go to my office and file these papers", he barked.

Christine remembered a time when Erik taught her to sing. Oh, how she missed those days! Now all he had her do was file papers and write letters to the managers. She didn't quite understand why he still let her come help, but she knew that the only reason she still went to him was for her meager salary of 15 francs that he gave her for her help.

He shoved the papers into her trembling hands and she was off to Erik's "office" otherwise known as his music room. It was probably plans for world domination, since he had already dominated the Opera House. Christine would hate to see Erik as a world dictator. The world would no longer be a place of peace and tranquility.

When she returned, Erik was playing the organ, possibly composing- again. She wondered if he ever did anything else. She would say that he might still be obsessing over her, but after she broke his heart, she doubted that.

He looked up from his music and told her to write a letter in red ink to the managers, since they could never read his handwriting. He knew that the only people who knew Christine's handwriting were Meg Giry and Madame Giry, and they would never expose Christine as helping the Phantom.

Ever since Christine had been helping him, he was able to get his messages across to the managers much easier. Before, they had mistaken 20,000 francs for 12 francs and they only gave him that amount until he had to correct him. Also, they thought that the Opera Ghost would drop a bunny on Carlotta's head when he had said that he was going to drop a sandbag on her head. Curse his horrible handwriting!

In annoyance, Erik took out a random money bag that he had next to him and began to count the 20,000 francs inside. Why was he counting it? He already knew how much was in there! Maybe he was going to buy more candles with it…

He honestly didn't know.

Christine was copying a letter to the managers from a copy that Erik had written for her. He had done this because their experiences with him dictating the letters to her didn't go very well…

Flashback

"Dear managers," Erik dictated.

Christine wrote it down.

"I would like to make a new suggestion for the Opera."

Christine began to write that down also, but abruptly stopped.

"Erik, how do you spell 'Opera'?"

Erik groaned. He should have chosen someone who knew how to spell.

"O-P-R-A"

As Christine began to write that down, she paused and looked at Erik.

"I think there's a letter missing, Erik!"

Erik growled, "Which one?"

"I don't know! I think there's an 'E' in there somewhere!"

Erik had had enough of this.

"JUST PUT THE STUPID 'E' IN THERE SOMEWHERE AND LET ME FINISH MY LETTER, YOU STUPID GIRL!"

Frightened, Christine scribbled an 'E' at the end of the word spelling "Oprae".

Erik continued on dictating, "This year, we should feature a different kind of Opera than we normally play. And instead of Carlotta as the lead, as she usually is, we shall feature Christine as the lead"-

"Slow down, Erik, I can't write that fast!"

"Well, write faster!"

Then Christine stopped writing completely. Erik glared at her.

"Now what?" he questioned.

"I don't want to be the lead again! Erik, I'm tired and I just want to be in the chorus again!"

Erik rolled his eyes.

"And why is that? Who wouldn't want the lead? What more could you ask for?"

An exasperated Christine answered, "I'm always the lead now and I never seem to get a break! Also, you have to remember, I'm married now, and I'd like some time with my husband once in a while"-

"I told you to never mention him in my presence, Christine", Erik warned.

Without thinking, Christine put a hand to her stomach. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to tell Erik that she was pregnant with Raoul's child….

Erik composed himself and finally said, "Alright, Christine, you won't be the lead this time. But never mention that fop in my presence ever again."

So they went on, Erik dictating as Christine wrote, until Christine cried out in pain.

"WHAT?" Erik practically screamed. He used to run over to Christine and try to help her, but ever since she went with the fop, his compassion for her weakened.

"My… hand…hurts…" she whimpered.

"Fine", he barked. "I'll write the rest of it. You may go."

Puzzled, she asked, "What… don't you want me to do something else…?"

"No, you've done enough already! GO!"

Then, Christine took the other secret passage to her dressing room (the other one was the canal and the gondola and the mirror, but she didn't like that passage as much).

End Flashback

That had been the last time that Erik had dictated something to her. Ever since, he wrote the letter beforehand and had given it to her to copy for the managers to read.

Still, there were issues with this method too.

"Erik, does this say, 'Duke' or 'Duck'?"

Erik rolled his eyes as he still continued to count his francs for the new set of candles that he had been wanting for some time.

"Just read the sentence and look for context clues. You'll see which one makes more sense."

Christine stared long and hard and decided that it must be "duck".

Later, two ballet rats found their way into Erik's lair and saw Christine. They waved at Christine and Christine waved back. She knew the two girls from a while back when she had been in the ballet.

"Hello, Mister, uh… Opera Ghost..?" One greeted.

Erik snorted, "Well, who else would I be?"

They chuckled nervously and the other one went on, "Well, um… we were kind of looking for donations for the starving women and children on the streets. You see, we were going to raise money for the ballet, but Madame Giry noticed all the poor families on the streets and we thought that we would want to give them a good Christmas this year…"

"So you want money from me, then?"

"Yes! Oh thank you, how much are you willing to put towards this cause?" asked a relieved girl.

Christine knew what Erik was going to say. She turned her head away.

"Nothing, thank you", he said as he folded his hands together in his lap.

"Oh, well, if you don't want Madame Giry knowing it's from you, then we won't put down your name…"

Erik shook his head.

"No, Mademoiselles, you don't understand. I wish to be left alone. This means no interruptions from either of you, or Madame Giry, or anyone else in this Opera House!"

Shaken, one of them defended, "But, Phantom, it's Christmas! You can't just let these poor families starve!"

Erik smiled cruelly.

"Well, if they can't support themselves in this world like I could, then let them die."

Everyone in the room gasped, excluding Erik. Christine had spun around in her chair. Even after all the years she had known Erik, she had never heard him say anything so cruel. Yes, he had murdered people and had kidnapped her and almost killed Raoul, but this was worse. It was one thing to be the one at the rope choking someone, it was another to ignore those who were dying.

Erik glared at the two ballet rats as he commanded them, "Now, please let yourselves out the same way you came in before I decide to never let you see the light of day again."

Quickly, both girls shuffled out of Erik's lair by way of the gondola.

Erik smirked as he watched them leave, but all Christine could do was gape at the masked man. What had he done?

He turned back to her, "Well, what are you staring at? Get back to work!"

Hesitantly, Christine scribbled more words onto the paper.

After about twenty more minutes, Christine had finished writing the letter. She folded it up and put it in its envelope in which she had inscribed 'O.G'.

She filed the letter in a black folder. She was certain that he wouldn't be using this letter for a while.

Then she turned to Erik, who was absentmindedly gazing across the lake.

"Uh, Erik?"

He turned to face Christine.

Christine gathered her courage and asked, "Since Nadir died, you haven't had anyone to spend Christmas with and I was wondering…"

Erik chuckled, "If I could come to your house and have your husband try to kill me? No thank you. I prefer to not celebrate Christmas anyway."

"But…"

"No, I won't and that's the end of it. Now, please leave before I decide to hold you here forever."

Just as Christine reached the doorway of the secret passage, she turned back.

"Am I getting the day off tomorrow?"

Erik sighed; he hadn't considered that Christine would want the day off for Christmas.

"Well, I suppose so. You obviously have someone to celebrate with, don't you?" he practically sneered.

Christine only looked down, feeling guilt wash over her all over again.

Erik straightened up out of his seat and told her, "Very well, but you must be early the next morning. Otherwise…"

"You'll Punjab Raoul, I know. Oh, thank you!"

And she rushed out without another word.

That was Chapter one! Okay, one chapter per ghost, got it? Yup, this is going to be very interesting.

So, please tell me how you like my Christmas special!

Which means PLEASE REVIEW!

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