Disclaimer: Don't own any of the POTO characters.
A/N: Hey, this story is also from my friend. She's a massive POTO freak, er...I mean, fan, and wanted me to post this. So, here it is and let me and my friend know if you like it!
Wishes
I stepped outside, letting the night air cool my burning cheeks. I had just finished watching Phantom of the Opera, and my throat ached with grief for the Angel of Music. 'If only I could show him that not all the world is cruel,' I thought, sniffling. I felt a connection with Erik, though I could hardly be called disfigured. I have long, raven black hair and large, pale blue eyes. I was turning to go back inside when I saw a shooting star. I made my wish on a whim, hardly imagining where it would lead.
"I wish I could meet the Phantom of the Opera."
There was a flash of white light, impossibly intense. I felt myself falling, but there was no true impact. The sensation just stopped.
When I could see again I found myself in a snowy graveyard. Huge, solemn statues surrounded me. And the Phantom, my Angel of Music, was lying in the snow before me, panting. My mouth opened in surprise. I glanced down at my hands. They were smooth and delicate, the nails finely manicured.
I was Christine.
I knelt before my beloved Angel, tears welling in my eyes. "Take me, my Phantom. I care not about your face. I love you more than words can say." I took his hands in my own, squeezing them tightly. He stared in disbelief, hardly daring to trust my love.
Finally, his lips parted to reply. "What in God's name has possessed you, Vicomte?"
One hundred and thirty-six years away, Raoul de Chagny screamed.
AN: For anyone who didn't get it, she switched bodies with Raoul.
AN2: And his fingernails ARE desturbingly long and well taken care of. He has better cuticles than me.