Disclaimer: Here, even now on the last chapter, I do not own the Phantom of the Opera or any thing pertaining to the published works of it. But let's not weep, this is supposed to be a happy ending! Enjoy!
Epilogue
Christine sat at a small table in her new home underground, listening to Erik's latest masterpiece and sipping a cup of tea while reading her mail that Meg had brought down to the lair that morning. The wedding had gone smoothly after Erik had disposed of their intruder, and the priest had been safely returned to the cathedral after performing the ceremony. The masterpiece Erik was working on was for him, in fact. It was written in latin, and it was breathtaking; a thank you for the beautiful ceremony that Christine was to deliver to him the coming Sunday. Their honeymoon had been spent in the French countryside, in a quaint little cottage Erik had purchased for her. She now haunted the Opera Populaire like her husband did, becoming very clever at disappearing and having a part in most of his plots. Erik continued to write operas for her to star in, so her career did not suffer at all much to her delight. Several newspapers had published articles concerning the opera singer, her mysterious disappearance and subsequent marriage to the mysterious opera ghost. But another account of the event was being told unbeknownst to them in their fair city of Paris...
Raoul took a seat across from a writer by the name of Gaston Leroux, who he had promised to give an exclusive interview to for a book written on the topic of the recent events. Leroux sat, paper and pen in hand, prepared to write down all the Vicomte de Chagny told him for his book.
"Thank you for coming here today, Monsieur Vicomte."
"You are welcome. I only hope," Raoul conjured up some tears, "that I can get through this story without completely losing my composure."
"Take your time." The writer had no idea.
Raoul took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and held out a hand for Leroux to give him a minute, then he sighed.
"Tell me...what he looked like."
Raoul hid a grin, "He had no nose..."
Around a year later, the book was published and Meg, intrigued by the title, bought a copy for Christine and her husband.
"Erik!" she called, looking at the book curiously, "Meg bought us a copy of a new book, it's called The Phantom of the Opera."
Erik walked out of their room and took the book from her curiously. "Shall we read it together?"
Needless to say, when they had finished it Erik was ready to pun jab Raoul; he knew that he was the one responsible for all the lies that had been printed about him.
"Really! The very idea!" He stalked back and forth as Christine read it aloud to him, finishing it in a calm voice and tossing it aside, upset over the inaccuracies she had just read. "I ought to march straight over to his overdone mansion and blot out his pathetic life!"
"Erik..."
"He made himself out to be the hero, and me the villain! Ha! And running down here to rescue you, as if he had the courage. And you! He had the nerve to say that you ran off with him! This is a pure work of fiction, there is very little truth in it except for...my name." He paused, "Alright, my face looks bad, but no nose? Now that is a stretch."
Christine walked over to him and kissed him. "Never mind him, my love. Cheaters never prosper. Perhaps people will come to see through his lies and come to love you instead, as I did. Besides, I think he overdid his descriptions of his looks, rank, and so-called courage. He's a fop even in the book. Give the readers some credit; they will see that it is nothing but a masquerade."
