Christine sat alone in her dressing room. She had donned her costume and was by all accounts ready to perform. But something was wrong. Tonight she would betray one of the men she loved. She felt the same surge of emotion each time she thought about either one of them. Her heart lept with joy when she thought of spending time with Raoul, taking those long strolls in the park, and going for rides in taxis. It would be all too easy to escape tonight with Raoul, he had offered to take her away from it all. Lord knows she wanted to take him up on his offer! But then there was Erik. How cruel his life had been to him already. She felt nauseous just thinking that the night he would finally see his greatest work performed; he would also meet his demise. How she wanted to follow that all-too familiar corridor behind her mirror, and warn him. Tell him of her lovers plot to get rid of him. But she didn't want him to kill Raoul, and she knew that to inform him would mean a death sentence for her fiancée. She slammed her head on her make up stand. If only she could just go unconscious, and not have to be part of this horrifying night. She knew what she had to do, she couldn't refuse, but she couldn't help but think:
"What horrors wait for me? In this, the Phantom's Opera"
She slammed her head back on the stand. Oh if only she had the courage, she thought, she would just throw herself down some stairs, and pray not to die. She wept in silence. She heard the door open. She swallowed her breath, stood up, and faced the mirror.
"Go away Madame Giry, I am nearly ready, I will be done shortly, I just need to finish dressing."
"I am not interested in the status of your dress, Mademoiselle." A light male voice said. Christine turned around sharply
"W-Who?" She looked at the tall blonde stranger. Her face went completely red " Get out of my dressing room! Who do you think you are? How in the world did you get back here? How did you get past Madame Giry?" She slowed for lack of breath. The stranger didn't move. He obviously wasn't here to attack her, he would have made his move already. And he didn't act like an overzealous fan, so why was he here?
Jareth introduced himself, "My name is Jareth, Mademoiselle, and I am here to help you with this most precarious predicament that you have found yourself in." Christine started to mouth a word in protest, but Jareth quickly silenced her. " I know that tonight, the Viscount de Chagny has arranged that your friend, the 'phantom of the opera' be captured and taken care of by the authorities." Christine nodded silently. "However I also know that tonight, during the second act of Don Juan Triumphant, the Opera Ghost intends to kidnap you right in front of everyone. I am here to warn you. Be wary while you're onstage, for I know not the manner in which you will be taken, only that the phantom is most surely relying on the element of surprise" Christine sat back down in front of her make-up stand. She put her head in her hands and started crying again. Jareth was severely annoyed. As much as he had committed himself to helping humans, he definetly didn't want to put up with all this blubbering nonsense. He let out a sigh, and supposed if he was to start getting used of it, now was the time. He knelt down in front of Christine's weeping silhouette. "It'll be alright Christine," Jareth said through invisibly clenched teeth. She looked up at him softly, her eyes full of those god-forsaken wet blobs. Jareth looked away. "Whatever happens, know that everything will be fine. Neither of those two men would ever see you come to harm." He stood up and moved toward the door of the dressing room. "And know this Christine; none of this is your fault". She gazed up at him one last time. He made a bow and then opened the door to leave the room.
"Thank you…." She called softly.
"Don't mention it." Jareth said. "And good luck tonight, I have a feeling many people will remember this performance." With that he left the room.
He had done all he could, now the only thing left to do was sit and watch. As he made his way back through the theatre to his private box, he made a silent prayer that everything would turn out well. After tonight, he would not meddle in the affairs of humans unnecessarily. He would return to his kingdom, and wait for a human who needed his special expertise. He hoped eventually he would be able to do something great for someone. He looked at the stage. The lights were slowly dimming. Soon he heard the orchestra begin to play.
Yes, he thought to himself, tonight would be a memorable night in the lives of these humans, but he would not be a part of it. He would not intervene, or cause mischief, and that was the way it should have been all along. That's the way it would be from now on. He would leave the affairs of humans to the humans, and only assist them in the most neutral way possible.
The curtain went up. The show began.
The End
Author's note: I've decided to end the story here because most of us know what happens next. But keep your eyes out, I may be writing an epilogue if there is any demand for it. Hope you enjoyed 'The Advocate'. Next, I'm thinking of writing an InuYasha/Danny Phantom crossover. It would deal with the similarities between the two characters (the most important being the half-ghost/ half-demon dynamic).Tell me what you think! Let me know any suggestions for where you think this next story should go. (i.e. how they meet, interact, etc.) You can contact me by leaving a review or sending me an email! Thanks again for