A/N: Hello everyone! This last chapter is my Christmas present to all of you (we made it!) It's short but sums up our little tale here. To add dramatic effect, I'm not going to put an author's note at the end of the story so listen up. This entire experience has been so wonderful and I do plan on writing more phan phics (we'll see where this one takes us ;)) I'd like to thank all the reviewers and the future reviews that I hope to receive; I'll do better with replying to them!
Happy Holidays and God bless!
Yes, the room was his own, and in the present too keep in mind! Everything was the same all for the one glorious beam of light shining through the window.
I will live in the past, present, and the future!
"I'm back…I'm back! The spirits have done it, they brought me back!"
He leapt to his sweet whooping and laughing in the most gay of manners. Never in his life had he felt so warm, so happy!
As if he were mocking the Ghost of Christmas Futre, he pointed a finger to the door. "That-that's where Nadir's ghost apeared to me." He moved the finger to the window glowing with light. "There's where Madame Giry took me to the past and-oh look, there's where Bouqet sat!"
There was a long pause as the Phantom closed his eyes and...did his ears decive him? No, it was! Erik was listening to...singing.
Anywhere you go let me go to
Erik
That's all I ask of you
Christine's voice swelled inside Erik's free imaginatation as tear rolled down his hollowed cheeks. Funny, my music was once inside her head, now her's is in my mind!
"I-I don't know what to do! I'm as merry has a school boy! I'm as giddy as a drunken man! I'm-I'm as happy as an angel!" Angel. Christine, my Christine.
Slowly, he felt the rose he had placed on Christine's future grave had been. It was still there! She had not died! She couldn't't have or the rose would still be in the future billowing in the breeze.
The tides have changed and with every fiber of his being, he could feel that his angel was alive. Alive and loving him…somewhere.
Yes, Erik smiled. He laughed, cried, and smiled all at the same time. He knew that his angel was alive and was going to remain so for a good long time.
It was true that Christine was not going to appear to him again like magic, it had been that way from the start. The chances are that she is still unaware that he was even alive.
To get his happiness, Erik needed to change, and so he had! In one night the spirits have done it! Remarkable…I'm a genius beyond all human comparison, but in turn, someone has taught me. I know now that she loved me all along and-and that she will love me! Oh, God she's loves me!
He looked around and saw his little lady creeping from under the bed.
"Ayesha, my darling!" he scooped up his precious cat and showered her with a thousand kisses, "Come, my dear! We're going for a little walk," he said in his familiar mischevious tone.
Ayesha mewed and cuddled up next to her skeletal master. "No, no," he seemed to answer her, "to the poor house…maybe the orphanage. We have a few presents to drop off."
Another meow. "Well, we will get some then and drop it off at their door steps! And then…" he paused again and stared out the window, "we'll visit a little shack on the other side of town, I have a few friends in great need who live there…"
So the Phantom, like clock work, latched his cape, placed his fedora firmly on his head, and fastened the fragile mask upon his face.
He had to work with hast for he had a lot of work to do.
And so there may be the end to our tale of Erik. Has he earned the love of Christine's heart? Has he truly changed for good? Will he return to the opera house? Will the Phantom of the Opera of him rise up and begin his terriable regin once more?
Well, dear reader, that is all for you to decide…for now.
FIN
