Author's Note: Hello, hello! My name is Brittany and this is my fourth fanfic, two of which are in the works, but due to writer's block, I have decided to take on this new Phantom challenge! I'm starting this story with my younger sister, Stephanie, and we have a lot of ideas for what will happen to everyone's beloved characters.

We would both like to say that this phanfic is a mix of stories blended into one, crossing over other stories without involving their characters. What we plan on doing is to use the plot lines of well known fairytales and replace the original characters with the ever familiar main Phantom characters. Some of these tales include: The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Peter Pan, Cinderella, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty! We both hope you all really enjoy this story because so far it has been tons of fun to write.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, we don't own anything to do with Phantom, which include Gaston Leroux, Susan Kay and Andrew Lloyd Webber.

Stephanie: :screams: I have his boxers from last night!

:cough: Anyway, like I was saying, we don't own anything having to do with Phantom or any of the other fairytales we include in our fic.

Now, on with the first chapter! The beginning of our story's idea is based off of Peter Pan.

"Father, tell me again the story of the Angel of Music!" Christine asked her sickly father.

"All right my darling, sit here next to me and I will tell you of this Angel you speak of."

Christine beamed, waiting anxiously for her father to tell her about her beloved Angel.

"When I'm in heaven child, I will send to you an angel, an angel that will look after you and protect you. But not just any angel, a special angel. An angel that loves music as you do."

"And you, Papa! Like how you love music!" Christine squealed, hugging her father's arm.

"Yes, indeed, this angel loves music as we both do." He kissed the top of her head lovingly. "This angel will teach you to sing and all the glories of music as I have more than you could ever dream. This angel will love you as I love you. But you must trust him and love him with all your heart. Do not worry about me, child. For once I am gone I do not wish for you to be sad. Promise me, you will be happy with your angel."

"I promise, Papa! I will love the Angel of Music forever and ever just like I love you." She yawned and started to drift into dreams about her angel.

"I love you too, Christine. I love you so much."

Christine sighed and lit a candle above her father's picture. She sat on the stone floor of the tiny opera house chapel, remembering the story her father had told her so many years ago as he lay dying. The story of the Angel of Music.

Christine folded her hands in her lap and gazed into the picture of her beloved Papa, wondering if he really ever intended to send her the angel he promised. She was never visited by any unearthly being with large white wings and a harp. But at times she did hear a voice, probably just her imagination getting the best of her.

Whenever she did hear that sweet melodic tenor she sighed, for it was like the memory of her father vocalized beautifully. But when she tried to call out for the angel who owned this voice to speak with her or hold her, it would immediately stop its sad song and disappear. The closest she ever felt to that voice was when it raised up into song with her own beautiful voice and created a heavenly sound like no other.

All of this only had one explanation, though. It was her own loneliness overwhelming her, for her father never sent an Angel of Music.

Christine began to get up when she heard the distant sound of fabric swishing against a stone wall. She quickly turned around in the tiny chapel to see if anyone was there. There was no one. Christine still felt the eerie presence of another and called out.

"Hello, is someone there? Meg, is that you?" Christine half whispered.

No answer. Again, her imagination was getting the best of her.

She said a quick prayer and blew out the flame she had lit only moments before. She started to leave the chapel when she suddenly heard an all to familiar voice.

"Christine...Christine..."

She took in a sharp breath and looked around the room for any signs of the possessor of the melodic voice. "Yes, is someone there?"

Again, no answer. But as she turned towards the doorway she heard the rustle of a cloak and a dark flash against the wall appeared. She gasped aloud as her eyes fixed upon the shadow flickering in the candlelight. It was a shadow of a man.

"Christine...Christine..." The whisper echoed throughout the stone chapel and throughout her mind.

Christine shook her head violently, tossing her curls about, and gathered her many skirts. She wasn't going to believe in some long lost fantasy. The Angel of Music wasn't there!

She ran from the chapel afraid of her angel.

I hope everyone is enjoying themselves so far! Did anyone see the reference from Peter Pan in this chapter? It was with Wendy and her reaction when first spotting Peter's shadow and realizing her childhood stories were all true. Please review, it means the world to us when we hear from anyone!