A/N: (Sobs) this is the LAST CHAPTER! I've been putting it off because I just don't want it to end… Then, again, I really need to finish a ton of phics… so in a way this is a good thing… Well, enjoy!!!!! (Gives out brownies one last time to faithful reviewers)
Oh, there will be quite a few times where they switch from scene to scene. Like the movie! And towards the end in the Witch's castle, I really don't feel like making them run around playing tag for about an hour SOOOOOO… And the ending will be a bit different… considering it is our beloved Erik! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Phantom belongs to Gaston Leroux and Wizard of Oz belongs to L. Frank Baum. Thou sucketh. I own no Phantom of the Opera or Wizard of Oz… duh?
But I shall! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (Eyes shift and runs away from Gaston Leroux and L. Frank Baum, who are keeping their stories safe from the Disclaimer)… Wait… they're dead… oO
Christine, Richard, Moncharmin, and Raoul had been traveling for quite some time up an eerie mountain; its surroundings wrapped them in an unpleasant embrace. They approached a sign, obviously feeling the inquisitive need to read it, as all people do. Everyone, that is, except Christine. She continued to walk, not even stealing a glimpse at it. It read:
HAUNTED FOREST
WITCH'S CASTLE
I MILEI'D TURN BACK IF I WERE YOU!
"Christine!" Raoul hollered, pointing to the sign. "I think this is talking about the Wicked Witch's castle!"
"Thank God." Richard gave a sigh of relief. "We're almost there."
Moncharmin wrung his tail and groaned.
She looked over her shoulder, and then stalked over to where her companions had stopped. Staring blankly at the sign for a moment, Christine's face suddenly flushed, as she stomped her foot on the ground.
"Oh! All this time we've been going the wrong way!!! It says that we passed the Wicked Witch's castle by a mile!" She whined, rubbing her temples.
"Well, this can't be good." Raoul stated simply, furrowing his brow.
Glaring at them, Richard grabbed Christine by the arm and dragged her up the pathway. "No, it means we only have a mile to go."
"But it said we have to go back!"
Not even gracing that with a reply, the travelers resumed their journey.
"We are now on enemy territory." Richard finally informed Christine, after twenty minutes of silence. "You must have protection."
"She can have my Witch Remover!" Moncharmin proudly volunteered, holding up a diminutive net.
"Does it work?" The tin man lifted en eyebrow, glancing over his shoulder at the lion with interest.
"Um… no… but it's great to threaten with."
"Exactly how many witches have you threatened in your lifetime?"
Raoul suddenly piped up, before the lion could answer the sarcastic question. "That net is way too small. You'll need a much bigger one if we're trying to kill that green witch we saw earlier…" He shuddered.
The Wicked Witch of the West glared at her cheap, fifty-cent crystal ball. I'm not ZAT big… She thought crossly to herself. Oh, vell! Zey shall get zeirs! Carlotta chuckled evilly. Her gaze lingered at her window for a moment, staring at her army that was guarding her castle: the corpse de ballet. Yes… they did gossip about her… quite often, actually. But they said they would obey her, as long as she did not sing for them. Carlotta tilted her head. Hmm, perhaps they could not stand the beauty of her voice. Shrugging, she flipped her russet hair over her shoulder in an unsuccessful display of attempting to look seductive, beautiful, and evil at the same time. She only succeeded in appearing evil and horrifying. Turning on her jade, stubby heel, her chocolate eyes settled on her main flying monkey, Reyer.
"Take your army to ze Haunted Forest, and bring me zat girl and her dog! Do vat you like vith ze others, but I vant her alive and unharmed! Zey'll give you no trouble, I promise you zat. Take special care of ze ruby sleeppers. I vant zose most of all. Now, fly! Fly! Bring me zat girl and her sleeppers! Fly! Fly! Fly!" Her thick accent rang throughout the air, as she cackled.
The travelers were calmly walking up the mountain, despite Moncharmin's trembling, until an unearthly screeching broke the silence. The four companions whirled around to find numerous winged monkeys flying throughout the air, filling the sky; however, they suddenly stopped, covering their ears. If the painful screeching did not come from them, where did it come from?
All four turned their heads to look at the distant castle; it appeared small in the distance, but the Witch, whom was standing in the window, and even when she was a good distance away, she still appeared rather large. Prancing around, which caused the castle to shake, the woman practiced her vocal scales. Carlotta stared out the window at her gaping enemies and the upset monkeys. Flushing violently, she stomped her foot in stubbornness and embarrassment.
"Come on, it iz not ZAT bad!" She screeched furiously, placing her hands on her wide hips. Huffily, she threw her hands up in the air and stalked off, screaming, "Get on vith eet!"
Relieved at the silence, the monkeys swooped down on the now terrified companions.
"Aw, look at the little monkeys!" Christine exclaimed, clasping her hands together with glee. Suddenly, she paused and tilted her head. "Have monkeys always had wings?"
"No!" Her three friends yelled in reply, before being tackled to the ground by the monkeys.
They stomped on top of Raoul, tearing out his straw and strewing it all over the ground.
"Hey! You can't touch me there!" He protested loudly. "That's my personal straw area!"
Richard raised his ax, but a monkey, who had found it to be quite shiny and entertaining, stole it. The tin man stared at the animal in horror, but was soon distracted by a quarter that lay isolated on the ground. Beaming, he bent down to grasp it, but before he could reach it, Ayesha dashed by and took it in her mouth. Crying out in rage, he took off after her, but a monkey scooped her off and flew off.
"Save Ayesha, Richard! Save her!" Christine shrieked, pointing to the cat that now possessed the quarter, but she also made the newfound discovery that she did not enjoy this flying ordeal… at all.
"Save my quarter!" Richard cried out, before Moncharmin ran into him, causing them both to plummet roughly to the ground.
A monkey swooped by, picking Christine up as well. The tin man, lion, and scarecrow all looked up to see the cat and the girl being taken away.
"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" The faint squeal of Christine's could be heard in the distance.
"Help me up!" Raoul yelled, moving his head about, for that was all he was able to do.
As the lion and tin man fumbled to stand, they raced over towards him and began to put him back together. Once they had successfully finished, Raoul merely stood there, staring at the ground in complete shock.
"What is it now?" Richard inquired, staring at him intently.
"M-my pinky toe…" The scarecrow stammered, pointing to his feet. "It's gone… Where is it?!" Turning on Richard, he pointed an accusatory finger at the hunk of metal. "Did you take it? VAS EET YOU?!" He questioned, imitating the Witch's voice.
Glaring at him, the tin man shook his head roughly. "No! Why would I steal a pinky toe?"
"It must've been you!" Raoul now turned towards Moncharmin, whose eyes were as large as dinner plates.
"No! It wasn't! It must've been that cat! She didn't like you anyway…"
"Don't change the subject!" The scarecrow said angrily. "We're not leaving here until someone confesses to stealing my pinky toe…"
Carlotta pet the cat, but Ayesha, who had taken an instant disliking to the enormous green woman, bit her in return. Grimacing, the Witch thrust her into a basket and handed it hastily to Reyer.
"Vat a nice leetle kitty! And you, my dear, vat an unexpected pleasure! Eet's so kind of you to visit me een my loneliness!" Carlotta paused, stiffening. "Actually, I am quite the popular voman here! I have viseetors from all over ze land of Oz! But… zey 'ave been sick… Yes, zat's it."
"Oh, all of them got sick?" Christine inquired, tilting her head. "I never knew that so many people could get sick at one time!"
Reyer began to chuckle, but Carlotta shot him a glare and pushed him, causing him to ram against the wall.
"Nevermind zat! Give me zose sleepers!"
"B-but the Good Witch of the North told me not to!" The poor girl protested.
"Very vell, then!" The Witch huffed, turning to Reyer. "Throw zat basket into ze river and drown eet!"
Christine screeched, rushing towards the monkey. "You can have your dumb sleepers – I mean, slippers! They're ugly anyway, and they don't match with my dress!"
Carlotta took a deep breath, composing herself at these insults. "Zat hurt…" Shrugging them off, she rushed towards the girl's feet. "Good leetle girl! I knew you'd zee reazon!"
Sniffing, she leaned forward, wincing. "My Goodness, child! Your veet steenk!" She plugged her nose and resumed with what she was doing. But when her stubby hands reached for the shoes, a flash of light transpired and shocked her green hands. "Ouch!" Carlotta shrieked, jumping back.
"I'm sorry! I didn't do it!" Christine cried, hesitating before asking softly, "Can I still have my cat?"
"NO!" Came the irate reply. "Ah, I am a fool! A beautiful fool, but a fool nonezeless! Zose sleepers von't come off your veet… while you're alive!"
"W-what are you going to do?" The Parisian stuttered, paling.
"Vat do you tink I'm going to do, you ditz!? But zat's not vat's vorrying me – eet's how to do eet. Zese things must be done delicately or you hurt ze spell..." She cackled, contemplating this thought very carefully.
Suddenly, Ayesha pounced out of the basket, smacking the monkey in the face with her tale.
"Catch her! Catch her, you fools!" Carlotta the Wicked Witch screamed, stomping her feet.
The cat rushed towards the window and bounded out of it, causing all of the people and animals in the room to stare and pale. Everyone darted towards the window to see the results, but a splash was heard before they arrived. Peering out of the window, their eyes befell a drenched ball of fur dragging itself out of the moat that surrounded the gloomy castle.
"Yay! Hurrah for Ayesha!" Christine clapped gleefully. "Ayesha, come back for me!" A pause. "Ayesha? Um, yeah, go get help! Good kitty!" Another pause. "Wow, I never knew she could run so fast…" A third pause. "Oh, well! She got away!"
"Vich iz more zan you can say, you ditz!" Carlotta fumed, pulling a scarlet hourglass from her dress.
"Wow… that fit?" The wide-eyed girl gaped.
"Never mind zat!" The Witch screeched, turning the hourglass over, the sand rapidly falling through the little space. "Do you see zat? ZAT iz how much longer you have to live! And it izn't long, my pretty! It izn't long at all!" Cackling, she ran towards the door, tripping over the few steps and rolling from the room.
After she got over the initial shock of seeing a large, green ball that talked rolling from the room, Christine began to cry.
"Listen, we swear, we don't have your pinky toe for the last time!" Richard protested irritably.
Sniffling, Raoul crossed his arms huffily. "THEN WHO DOES?"
Suddenly, Ayesha came dashing through the brawl, but Moncharmin picked her up quickly. "Where are you off to, kitty?"
Struggling to break free, the lion's grip on the small creature remained firm. "Oh! You must want us to come help Christine!"
Not even gracing that with any sign of a reply, the cat ultimately gave up its escape attempt, knowing that she would be forced to return to the blonde.
Christine sniffled, sitting by the jade crystal ball of the Witch's, staring wearily at the hourglass. Parting her lips, a sweet melody escaped them, as unknown music accompanied her.
"Think of me… Think of me fondly when we've said goodbye…" She began to sing softly, leaning her blonde head against the window frame.
"THAT IS NOT OZ MUSIC!" An annoyed voice could be heard from the distance.
Huffing, she crossed her arms and pouted.
"We've got to save Christine!" Raoul cried out with determination, stealing a glance at the irritated feline in Moncharmin's arms.
"But how?" The lion replied with the question. "Oh! I've got a plan!"
"What is it?" Raoul asked excitedly.
"Okay, we're going to march in there and get Christine, but there's one thing that I want you guys to do."
"What's that?"
"Talk me out of it!"
Rolling their eyes, the scarecrow and the tin man grabbed the lion, who had begun to make his way away from the castle.
Suddenly, hearing a noise behind them, Richard furrowed his eyebrows and slowly turned around, as three of the Witch's corpse de ballet tackled them.
Christine sighed, as she blankly stared at the green crystal ball the Witch had left. Glancing at the hourglass, she moaned. Then, unexpectedly, the crystal ball began to flicker and on it appeared an elderly woman whose graying hair was pulled back into a bun.
"Christine? Christine!" The woman called anxiously, looking around in a barren dressing room. "Where are you? Christine!"
"Mama Valerius! I'm here! I'm in Oz with awful music – no one sings opera here! It's horrid! I'm in the fat Witch's castle! I'm so scared, Mama Valerius!" She pressed her face up against the ball, sniffling.
Suddenly, Mama Valerius' face gradually grew larger – much larger – and became green. It was the Wicked Witch.
"Mama Valerius! Mama Valerius!" Carlotta mocked her with a wicked cackle. "Pathetic child!" She soon stated loudly. "Get your face off ze crystal ball! You are smudging eet!" When Christine withdrew her face, Carlotta heaved a sigh. "Now, look at zat! ZAT iz your face preents!" Shaking those thoughts from her head, the Witch grinned, popping food into her mouth. "You shall not escape, my pretty! MWHAHAHA!" Choking on her food, her image faded away.
Wide-eyed, the poor girl scooted away from the crystal ball and began to amuse herself with the hourglass.
Moncharmin, Richard, and Raoul emerged from their hiding place, all wearing tutus. Raoul shifted uncomfortably, Richard appeared embarrassed, and Moncharmin was examining his new outfit. Looking rather suspicious, the three marched up to the castle, walking on the tip of their toes in the petite ballet shoes.
One very young dancer ceased her twirling about the castle and approached them, eyeing them cautiously. Her dark russet hair was pulled up into a tight bun, while a few strands framed her curious face.
"Are you new?" She inquired with a tilt of her head.
"Err… Yes." Richard answered, glancing at his companions.
"You're rather large to be in the corpse de ballet!" She exclaimed bluntly, staring up at them.
"Jammes!" One of the older, blonde dancers called. "Don't be rude!" Twirling towards them, she curtsied. "I'm Sorelli; I didn't know we were getting new dancers though…"
Clearing his throat, Raoul waved and attempted to sound… girlish. "Yes, well, we just found out today."
Moncharmin and Richard bit their lips, suppressing laughter at the sound of the high-pitched tone of his voice.
"All right, well, follow us!" Sorelli ordered, turning on her heel and dancing into the castle, followed by the remainder of the corpse de ballet.
As they danced their way through the damp hallways of the castle, the three companions dashed off up a flight of stairs, unseen.
"Yes, well, we just found out today!" Richard imitated Raoul's previous high-pitched tone.
Blushing, the scarecrow glared at him. "Shut up. This is not my day! First, my pinky-toe is stolen. Now, you won't quit making fun of me!"
"Ah, I'm sorry, Raoul." The tin man gave him a sympathetic look.
"Really?"
"No!" Came the laughing reply.
They approached a door, in which Ayesha meowed incessantly at.
"Christine! Are you in there?" Moncharmin yelled out.
Silence.
"Christine?"
More silence.
"Christine!"
"Oh!" Came the faint reply that soon grew louder. "Who is it?"
"It's us!" Raoul answered, furrowing his brow.
"I'm terribly sorry. I don't know anyone by that name. Try the next door."
"It's Richard, Moncharmin, and Raoul!" The tin man cried out crossly.
"Oh!"
The lion handed the cat to Richard, who grimaced, and began to run towards the door. With a loud bang, he plummeted to the ground.
"Ouch."
"Did you try opening it?" The scarecrow asked, pointing to the door handle.
"Hah. It's most likely locked! What kind of idiot wouldn't lock the…" But Richard's voice trailed off, as Raoul calmly opened the door, beaming.
Shocked, the other two stared at the now open door, seeing Christine sitting on the windowsill.
"Let's go!" Moncharmin called to her, causing her gaze to withdraw from the almost empty hourglass.
"What's that?" Raoul inquired of her, pointing to the hourglass.
"I can't remember." Christine said very slowly, staring intently at it. "But I do now when it runs out… it's not good."
Grabbing her arm, Richard and the other two darted out of the room and down the stairs.
"Going so soon? I vouldn't hear of eet!" Carlotta's voice rang out, as she stepped out in front of them, her large body blocking their way to the door. "Vhy, my leetle party's just beginning!"
"A party?" Christine gasped cheerfully. "I love parties!"
The Witch blinked at her for a few moments, but then attempted to think of something witty to say. Unable to think of anything, Carlotta stalked towards them, clutching her broom furiously.
"Ze last to go vill see ze first three go before her! And your mangy leetle cat, too!"
The girl merely stared at the Witch, confusion etched in her porcelain-like feature. Tilting her blonde head, she emitted a frustrated sigh. "What?"
Annoyed, Carlotta stomped her foot. "I AM GOING TO KEEL ZE LION, TIN MAN, ZE SCARECROW, AND ZIS DUMB CAT! ZEN, I AM GOING TO KEEL YOU, SO I CAN GET MY SLEEPERS BACK!"
Her eyes expanding, she paled. "Oh…"
"How about a leetle fire, eh, Scarecrow?" The Witch laughed cruelly, catching her broom on fire and lighting Raoul on fire as well.
"Help! I'm burning! Ah! No! ACK! That's really hot! Help! Ah! I'm burning! Help! Help!" Raoul hollered, waving his arm about frantically.
The corpse de ballet, who had just recently arrived, gaped at this sight, inching away.
"Oh! Um…" Christine chewed on her lip for a few moments, then hastily grabbed a random bucket of water that just happened to be sitting there at that time and thrust it on the burning scarecrow. Raoul sighed in relief, but the Witch was splashed with the liquid as well.
"Oh, you cursed brat! Look vat you've done! I'm melting! Melting! Oh, vat a world - vat a world! Who vould 'ave thought a ditz like you could destroy my beautiful vickedness!? Ohhh! Look out! Look out! I'm going. Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh..."
Blinking, everybody stared in horror at the enormous puddle of green liquid.
Sorelli, still stunned, shuffled towards the pale Christine. "She's dead… You killed her!" She murmured breathlessly.
"I-I didn't mean to!" Christine protested, her stare remaining on the puddle.
"Hail to Christine!" Sorelli cried out with joy. "The Wicked Witch is dead!"
"Hail to Christine! The Wicked Witch is dead!" The high-pitched squeals of the corpse de ballet echoed.
"We don't have to listen to her sing anymore!" Jammes shrieked happily. "Or smack us around with that icky broom anymore!"
"The broom!" Christine turned to look at the half-burnt broom. "May we have it? We need something to bring back to the Phantom of Oz!"
"Of course!" Sorelli replied, handing it to her. "Take it!" Turning around, she beamed and sang, "The Witch is dead!"
"Ding dong! The Witch is dead! Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch!" The ballet sang merrily, as the four travelers eagerly left the castle.
Now at the Wizard's palace again in the Emerald City, Christine scurried before him, holding out the broom.
"Can I believe my eyes?" The soothing voice inquired thoughtfully. "Why have you returned?"
"Please, sir. We've done what you told us. We've brought you the broomstick of the Wicked Witch of the West. We melted her!" The girl informed him blithely.
"Ah, yes…" The Phantom nodded, muttering, "I suppose that is the only way to kill her… I hope her puddle didn't drown Oz…"
"Well, we'd like you to keep your promise, sir." Christine continued, laying the broomstick on the floor.
"Not so fast!" The voice interrupted. "Not so fast… I'll give the matter some thought. Come back tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" She echoed. "But I want to go home… NOW!"
Ayesha wiggled free from Richard's grasp and made her way to a dark corner.
"Ayesha!" Christine called softly, as they all ran after him; but she bumped into a dark figure. "Who are you?" She inquired breathlessly.
"I am the Phantom of Oz!" He roared, disappearing again.
"Oh, no!" She exclaimed. "He's gone again!" Sighing, she stared up into the darkness with wide eyes. "Please, sir, can you just keep your promise?"
"I shall, my dear. I shall…" His voice trailed off.
"I want my brain!" Raoul shouted.
"And I want my heart!"
"And I want my courage!"
"You idiots…" The Phantom muttered.
"What was that?" Christine questioned, blinking.
"I said: My friends… you've had them all along!" Pausing, he mumbled, so he was inaudible. "Except you, fop. You have no brain."
Sighing, he continued, in order to reassure them and not to have an angry mob after him. "Scarecrow, anybody can have a brain. That's a very mediocre commodity. Every idiotic manager that crawls in an office, and every disgusting stagehand that sneaks around backstage have a brain!"
"But…"
"Enough!" He roared, silencing the scarecrow.
Addressing his voice towards the lion, he paused. "And you, lion, you think that merely because you run away from danger, you have no courage. That is a common misconception!" Finally, he spoke towards Richard. "And finally, you, tin man, you have a heart, but you neglect to use it."
"Well, what do I do?"
"Use it." The Phantom replied sarcastically.
After a moment of silence, Raoul spoke up. "Well, what about Christine?"
"Yeah!" The other two replied in unison.
"My dear," The Phantom addressed Christine. "Simply leave the palace. Everything will work out, my dear. You shall see."
And with that, silence consumed the room.
"Hello?" She called into the darkness. "Hellooooo?"
Sighing, she, along with the other three, left the palace and sat on its steps outside.
"I'll never get home." She murmured unhappily.
"You can stay here in Oz!" Raoul suggested, attempting to cheer her up. "We all love you. Right, guys?" He turned to look at Moncharmin and Richard.
"Right!" Moncharmin agreed, nodding fervently. Richard merely sat there, shifting his eyes in another direction.
Suddenly, a pink bubble floated towards them, as various citizens of the Emerald City pointed and whispered.
"Look!" Richard exclaimed, jumping up. "Someone who can get you away –" Clearing his throat, he paused. "Someone who can help you!"
Christine's face glowed with hope, as she stood and watched Meg the Good Witch of the North emerge from it.
"Oh! Will you help me?" The girl asked eagerly, grasping the Good Witch's hand.
"But you don't need to be helped any longer!" Meg beamed, twirling her wand. "You've always had the power to go back to… to… Where did you come from again?"
"Paris."
"Ah, yes. You've always had the power to go back to Paris."
"I have?"
The Good Witch nodded, pushing a dark lock from her face.
"Then, why didn't you tell her before?" Richard demanded, crossing his arms and frustrated that he had to go through all of this.
"That's none of your business!" Meg snapped back, surprising everybody. Blushing, she returned her attention to Christine. "You had to learn it for yourself, dear."
"And what did you learn, Christine?" The tin man inquired dismally, rolling his eyes.
"Well… I learned that if I ever go looking for my heart's desire again… I won't look any further than the Opera House… Because if it isn't there, then it wasn't there to begin with!" Hesitating, she broke the sentimental moment by adding, "And that Oz music is awful, and I am so lucky to have opera!" Beaming, she proudly stood there. "So, is that right?"
"That's all there is to it!" Meg giggled lightly.
"Wait a minute. Oz music isn't –" Raoul began but was interrupted by Meg.
"Now, those magic slippers will take you home in… two seconds!" The Good Witch assured her, pointing at the shoes with her wand.
"Ayesha, too?"
"…Well, yes, if she was here."
"Ayesha? Ayesha? Oh, pooh…" Christine gaped in horror for a few minutes. "Oh, well… I can go now?"
"Whenever you wish…" Meg said. "But it would be rather nice if you could do it within the next five minutes because the Munchkins need someone to referee that poker game of theirs."
"Oh." The blonde turned to her newfound friends. "I'm going to miss you all so much!" She stated, causing them to expect a gushy moment.
"We'll miss you, too –"
"All right! I'm ready!" Christine exclaimed.
"Now, close your eyes and tap your heels together three times. And think to yourself: 'there's no place like home; there's no place like home; there's no place like home'."
Closing her eyes, she tapped her heels together, repeating the phrase over and over. "There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no-"
"My pinky toe!" A voice exclaimed ecstatically.
Pausing, she continued slowly. "There's no place like home… There's no place like home…"
Suddenly, she could feel her shoulders being shaken gently, as she continued to mumble, "There's no place like home… There's no place like home… There's no place like…"
"Christine, wake up." Mama Valerius' voice penetrated through her thoughts. "Wake up, dear."
"Mama Valerius!" She exclaimed blissfully, embracing the elderly woman. "It's you!"
"Yes, of course, it's me. You just had a bad dream. That's all." She reassured the flushed girl.
Beside Mama Valerius, the managers and a familiar face waited patiently.
"But… it wasn't a dream! Because you two were there…" She pointed to the managers and turned to look at the third man. "And so were you…"
"Mademoiselle Daae." He greeted her, pressing a kiss to her hand.
Erik silently stood in the shadows, as he picked up the purring cat.
"And who might you be?" He questioned, lifting an eyebrow. Remembering the girl call him 'Ayesha', his lips curled into a small smile. "I think I'll keep you."
Placing his fedora on his head, he fastened his cape around his neck. Paris… The girl lived in Paris…
After her visitors had left, Christine furrowed her eyebrows and quietly donned a new outfit. She was terribly confused. It had happened… hadn't it? Emitting a weary sigh, she pushed a curl behind her ear and sat down on the divan. She rested her chin in her petite palm, chewing on her lip. The faint sound of an opera singer rehearsing made its way to her ears, and she heaved a sigh of relief. It was good to hear opera again.
Without warning, a heavenly voice filled her room softly at first, but gradually began to grow louder. When it finished with its entrancing lullaby, Christine lifted her eyes in wonder.
"Christine…"
"Angel?"
FINIS.
A/N: AHHH, TIS OVER! Please, R&R!