(A/N: I do not own any of the characters or any of the places in this story. I am pretty sure that most of you are smart enough to realize that and won't need a constant reminder at the beginning of each chapter.)

The End

I walked down the crowded streets of New York, hurrying so as not to be late. Try as I might, however, the bevy of busy New Yorkers kept me from moving any quicker than a slow crawl. I would never get to the theater in time! Just when I had given up all hope of ever reaching the theater in time, I saw it. A glowing beacon of hope amidst the chaos of New York. The Majestic Theater! I could hear the hallelujah chorus singing! Pushing the people out of my way, and receiving many crude comments from the jostled gaggle of business executives and junkies, I ran toward the theater.

Upon entering the building, I was relieved to find that the play hadn't started yet. I quickly made my way to my seat. Once I had removed my jacket to reveal my Phantom of the Opera t-shirt to the world, I sat down on the plush seats. The lights dimmed, and I tuned out of life in this world and into another, magical world of masks and roses. "Lot 666, then: a chandelier in pieces."

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I exited the Majestic Theater, tears streaming down my face. It was just so sad! So beautiful, yet so sad! Once again, I had burst into tears as soon as the phantom sang, "Christine, I love you." Then she gave him back the ring he had stolen from her. That made me want to cry even harder. I was a hopeless, love-sick seventeen year old. Can you blame me, though? I think not!

A kindly old woman came up to me and asked me if everything was okay. I had to suppress the urge to start laughing uncontrollably, for of course everything was okay! I had just seen the most wonderful musical on the face of this planet for the third time this week (Phantom, in case you didn't catch on yet)! I quickly reassured her that I was fine and continued on my way.

My "family" lives in a small apartment in Manhattan. Fortunately, we did not need too much room. Only my older sister, who was twenty-one years old, and I live here, along with our pet goldfish, Angel and Erik. You can guess where the names came from. I went directly to my room, only pausing briefly to say hello to my older sister, who was busy slaving away in the kitchen preparing dinner. Like the rest of my house, the hallway to my room was decorated in the style of Victorian England, complete with frills and ornate furniture. My room was the exception. The walls were painted in the colors seen on the stage during Point of no Return. The bedspread was black, and the walls were red. My room was (literally!) a temple dedicated to my God of music, Erik. Phantom of the Opera merchandise was everywhere! There were posters, replicas of his mask, and even some pictures that I had attempted to draw, rather badly. I turned on my stereo to listen to Michael Crawford's voice for the second time today and sat down at my ancient computer.

I was mildly surprised to discover that my computer actually worked, as it was slightly temperamental and wasn't exactly the newest model around. I quickly logged on to my screen name, ChrissyD88, and went to the best website for phantom-obsessed adolescents who desperately wanted the story to end with Christine and Erik together forever. While reading a particularly fantastic story, I noticed that someone was attempting to instant-message me. I did not recognize the screen name FaerieDust1130. They must have simply gotten my screen name from one of the chat rooms I frequent, I thought.

I decided to talk to this person; maybe they enjoyed the Phantom of the Opera as well. "Hey!" I typed to FaerieDust1130. "Who r u?" I asked.

"Im Faerie Dust! Who r u?" the person typed in response.

"Im Christine Daae." I replied. I figured it was safe to use my real name. No one believed that I was really named Christine Daae.

"Christine, I have a question 4 u," Faerie Dust typed. "If u could make 1 person, alive, dead, fictional or non, happy, who would it b?" She asked.

I must admit that I had always felt rather sympathetic towards Erik. After all, who wouldn't feel bad for a sexy musical genius who gets denied his one chance at true love by a childish brat? Although I had the same name as Christine, I still hated her. Even if she was only fictional. I mean, she was such an ingénue that she couldn't even tell the difference between an angsty sex-god and a foppish pretty-boy! I typed my response and hit enter without even thinking. "Erik. The Phantom of the Opera."

"4 something good 2 happen, something equally bad must happen." was what she typed after seeing my response. I figured that she was just playing a silly game with me. I didn't think that she could be doing anything other than playing games. After all, who had the ability to change history?

"I would still do it." I typed to her.

"Then it is done!" she replied, then she logged off.

What the hell? was all that I could think.

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The next night, I was walking over to my friend's house. It was a gorgeous night, not a cloud in the sky. There was a light breeze in the spring air, and I twirled around once with my arms out. Of course, the ribbon in my hair flew away.

I ran to go get it. It lay in the middle of an empty street. Of course I was going to get it! There were no cars around! As I crossed the street, however, a truck came careening down the street, seemingly from nowhere. It was obvious that the driver was drunk, for the car was going way over the speed limit and weaving across the road wildly. It was impossible for me to get off of the road in time. I just prayed to God that the driver would see me. God did not listen. Everything went cold and black.

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I opened my eyes groggily. Surprisingly, I felt no pain even though a pickup truck had run over me. As my eyes focused on my surroundings, I noticed many tombstones scattered about the lush green hills. That pretty much gave away the fact that I was in a cemetary. There was a small crowd of people standing near me. Who died? I wondered. Most of the people at the funeral were my friends and teachers. I also saw my sister in the group, crying her eyeballs out. What happened?

I walked around all of them and then looked at the one thing that all of them were staring at. When I saw the coffin and a picture of me, cut out of the yearbook, I started screaming! I was dead? I couldn't be dead! After a few minutes of my spazing, I was capable of thinking somewhat clearly again. That is, as clearly as anyone in my situation could possibly think. That was when I noticed that no one had paid any heed to my screeching. In fact, everyone seemed oblivious to the fact that I was even here!

I walked in front of my best friend, Anna Marie. Even though my I stood directly in front of her, she seemed to be looking through me as if I weren't even here! I waved my hand frantically in front of her face, frantically trying to get her attention. When I could bear it no more, I slapped her hard on the face in desperation. To my horror, my hand passed directly through her as if I was a gho-…Damn! I was dead! I had seen my coffin already, and I was undoubtedly dead! Shit, I swore. This is bull shi-

"Please calm yourself, Christine!" I was interrupted by an elderly woman sitting nearby. He4r steel grey hair was pulled into a sever bun, and she was tall! She was probably almost six feet tall! Unlike most of the older women that I met, she did not possess a quiet and fragile demeanor. She seemed to be surrounded by an aura of dignity and knowledge and held herself proudly and erect. I had never seen her before in my life.

"Who the Hell are you? What the Hell is going on? Why the Hell am I dead?" I asked, a little pissed to realize that I was dead. I did not care that she could see me while no one else could. I just wanted answers, and I wanted them now!

"I'm Faerie Dust, remember?" she said. "Do you remember the question that I asked you yesterday?" she inquired, not put off by my furious cursing. I just stared at her, so she sighed and elaborated. "I asked you whose life you would change if given the chance. You replied that you would change the Phantom's life."

"Just because I said that it would be nice change someone's life doesn't mean that I want to die!" I shouted. Why was I dead?

"You were supposed to die anyways. I just made sure that you could do something else after you died." Now I was furious. I was SUPPOSED to die? How the Hell did that work out? Then it dawned on me. She must have known that the truck was going to turn me into road kill before it happened. Well, at least now I have a second chance at living. But how?

As if she read my mind, she replied to my unspoken question, "You will come back to life, but in a different time and different place. You will come back as Christine Daae, the phantom's Christine. You will remember nothing of this conversation. Let's see if you could do better than your 'predecessor' managed to do."

Predecessor? Coming back as a new person over one hundred years ago? How the Hell does this happen? I glanced over at my sister, who was still oblivious to my presence. I walked over to her to place a kiss on her teary cheek. Goodbye, big sis. I love you. Then I looked to the appropriately cloudy sky. Well, here goes nothing. When I turned back around, I saw a black void at the spot where "Faerie Dust" (if that was her real name) had previously been standing. The last thing that I remembered was me thinking, What the fuck?

(A/N- Rio, deal with the language! It won't be as bad in the other chapters. I promise.)