This was too hard on me; seriously, what is my life coming to? A giant fan fic mixed with mythology? First I was hurled back in time and fell in love with the most unattainable, deprived man in fictional history only to die tragically in his arms and get my ass pulled back here and die again for...this? Der Tod just stood there like he was bored and wasting his time. I mean the least he could do is apologize! I mean, the guy killed me! Twice! I've died three times in less than sixteen years, what am I? A cat? He seemed to take my action pretty well.

"Bitch, you must be playin'." I pulled myself into a sitting position, minding the tenderness in my stomach which I guessed were the new stitches. He took it pretty well. "I mean, what you're telling me is pretty crazy and I don't even know who you are, why should I believe you?" Tod scoffed, I could almost see his eyes roll. "Hey, you!" He casually turned towards me like he had something better to do. "Get the hell out. Seriously. I've been your slave all my life and you've done nothing but hurt me, after all the times I defended you and now you're just standing there like you'd rather be anywhere but here. So if you have any problems with that, why don't you take it up with Elisabeth?" His eyes darkened, oh fuck what did I do? Well, I can't back down now.

"Now, now, let's calm down." I didn't take my eyes off Tod, who knew what he would do. Ugh, why did I have to go through this now? Hadn't I just gotten out of surgery? I want to go to sleep. How come the old guy was taking Der Tod's side? He was the one who was bullying me.

"Fine, but I'm tired, can you please leave me alone?" I meant forever, but for some reason I knew that he wouldn't. He gave me sympathetic look, he knew what I was going through; he should at least since he was the doctor who performed the surgery. Tod had the audacity to look offended.

"Of course, you need to rest. You have a long road ahead of you." He tried to sound reassuring, but I cringed all the same. I just wanted to be alone. And I wanted food. I'm so hungry. "We'll leave you alone for awhile." He walked out of the room, motioning for Tod to follow him. Instead Tod walked up to me and bend down to whisper in my ear.

"No matter where you go, I will follow; do not try to run." I resisted the urge to spit in his face. Instead I looked him in the eye, not letting him have the higher ground.

"I would never dream of it." Slowly he walked from the room, eyes never leaving mine. Finally the door closed. I slumped in my bed, hands shaking and tears stinging my eyes. God, he scared me, there was no way that you couldn't be. Maybe if I could fall asleep it wouldn't be so bad.

Where was I going to go now? What was I going to do? All of the attention was going to be on me now that I'd fucked up the 25th Anniversary of Phantom, the people were going to kill me. I slid under the covers, trying to get comfortable in the hospital bed and I wondered if I could call for a warm blanket. That was one of the best things about being in a hospital, the warm blankets brought to you any time you wanted them. I looked around, there was a decent sized window that made it easy for me to watch over the parking lot. I relaxed, seeing people come and go. I let my eyes droop. It must be because of all the drugs that I was able to fall asleep so quickly.

ERIK

I sat on the bench before my organ, trying to compose something. I was finally alone after begging Antoinette, she would not allow me to call her 'Madame Giry' anymore, to take the young ones away so I could grieve alone. She had argued, not wanting to leave me alone. I convinced her that I needed my solitude and required rest. She would not leave until she herself had tucked me in like she had when I was a child. I felt embarrassed and amazed that I could feel anything at all; without Danielle, what was the point? My reason for living was gone. I stayed still in my bed and listened to Antoinette pull them out of my home. I did not hear what they said, but I could make out the boy, Raoul's, voice rise in alarm followed by a sharp smack which I could only surmise as Antoinette hitting the vicomte in the back of the head. I let myself smile at the thought.

I tried to fall into a slumber, but I couldn't. My pain was too great. I stood and walked to my organ. Once, I was able to completely lose myself in my music but try as I might, I could not make a decent melody. I tried and tried but nothing came out any good. I sat, my head in my hands for hours. I would never be able to write another song without her. Danielle. When her life ended so did my mastery of music.

"My Danielle." I could see her now; she would smile and lift her delicate eyebrow at being called someone else's. Maybe she would say something funny. Oh, so I'm yours now huh? Well, I don't remember you trading four chickens and a goat to my brothers' for my hand in marriage. I felt a smile tug at my lips. Never had I thought I'd miss her sarcasm, something that was undoubtedly her. I would give anything to be with her again. I tapped the keys, one to the next, scale for scale.

Her voice, first low as an contralto then high as a soprano, hollowing the notes I played on my organ. It was her voice. Danielle. I'd know it anywhere. I stood, searching the room with my eyes trying to find her. The singing had not stopped, but had started over from the beginning.

This was impossible, Danielle was gone. Not only had she died but she had disappeared from his arms like she had never been there at all. I walked to the shore where I had last held her.

"Erik?" my head whipped around at the sound of a voice. Of her voice. She was standing in a tunnel wearing an ugly green smock that hung from around her neck. She looked a bit pale and tired but she was here.

"Danielle." She smiled and lifted her legs like she was about to run.

"Erik!" Instead of coming out of the tunnel, she hit a wall and fell backwards. She clutched her face in pain, I ran to her I needed to see if she was really there or just a hallucination made by my tortured mind. "Holysweetmotheragod!" I pressed my hands against cold glass, at once realizing that she wasn't standing in a tunnel, but a mirror. I pressed my palms to the surface, trying to get through to her.

"Danielle, are you alright?" She lay flat on her back on the ground, like she was in too much pain to get up. Slowly she rolled over and pushed herself up, rubbing her nose. I could see that what she was wearing was backless, her chocolate brown skin peeking through.

"Ah yeah, just dandy; I always wanted to know what would happen if I whacked my face against a mirror, it seemed like a great experiment!" Her voice was set in a sarcastic tone I had come to love, it was as if we had never been apart. "I always had a feeling that I lead with my face." She let go of her nose in a huff. She pressed her hands on the opposite side of the glass, I wished I could feel the warmth of her hands against mine. "This sucks."

"It does." Danielle looked sick and fragile, all I wanted was to gather her into my arms and make everything right. "I miss you."

"I miss you too." Her shoulders slumped.

"I love you."

"I love you more." She tucked her chin into her shoulder. "You must be the one dreaming."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because I walked into something and had a bonding moment with the floor. It hurt like hell. And everyone knows you can't get hurt in dreams. I remember going to sleep, but I know you can't be where I am and I can't be where you are. I mean, if we're both not sleeping then are we both dead?" She was working herself up.

"I don't think either of us are dead." Danielle gave me a withering look.

"So I just need to accept the fact that I'm in a mirror? Illogical." She threw her arms in the air and walked around, disappearing from view partially. "I guess I wasn't given all the facts!" Danielle grunted and curled in on herself, clutching her stomach. I banged the glass with my fist.

"Danielle, are you alright?" I couldn't reach her. If only this damned glass wasn't in the way!

"Erik, I'm tired. So tired." She looked up and around. "Someone's coming." A crease appeared between her brows. "How do I know that? Whatever." She stood and walked to the glass that separated us, placing her hands where mine were. "Erik, I love you, remember that. I'll find a way back to you." She looked ready to cry. I hated seeing her cry.

"I will look for a way to come back to you as well. I love you." She pressed her lips to the glass. I copied the gesture, desperate to feel the heat of her lips on mine again.

"If you come as softly

As the wind within the trees

You may hear what I hear,

See what sorrow sees.

If you come as lightly

As threading dew,

I will take you gladly

Nor ask more of you." I wish I could feel her hand on my cheek, just one more time.

"How sentimental. Danielle, I don't know why we bother setting rules for you." We both looked at the voice. A man in blue with a face that could rival Adonis' strolled into view. I looked at him enviously; how could anyone be so beautiful? Danielle seemed to tense, did she know him?

"Erik, I'd like you to meet my killer, Der Tod or rather, Death." Every muscle in my body tensed. Death? This man who was more perfect than any music I could ever write, was Death? My hate for him grew, a deaths head is what they called my face. How dare he be so beautiful. He hardly seemed affected at being called a killer.

"Oh, if it isn't little Erik, how's the ghost life working for you?" His smirk was vicious. Oh, if he were within my reach, I would show him what pain was. Danielle smirked right m

Back, looking like she was ready to kill.

"Better than it is for you, he got a happy ending, you can't even kiss someone without killing them. How is Elisabeth?" Death's eyes went black. "Die Schatten Werden Langer Der Tod, was werden sie tun?" Death looked ready to kill her. "If you hurt Erik, you're damned right I will l hurt you too."

"Come along Danielle, you need to get back."

"Danielle, don't go with him." I couldn't help but be wary of him, he was Death and Danielle had just insulted him.

"Okay!" She said happily, I suppose it was must to make him mad. He walked up behind her and blew into her face. I suspect that was what he did with uncooperative spirits. He picked her up and began to walk away.

"Oh yes, and because you chose to defy me on a particularly bad day neither of you will remember any this and your heart will feel heavier than ever." He flicked his finger in my direction, casing some spell. My vision began to tunnel out and everything went black. Danielle. Where was she? Is she okay? Why am I laying in front of these damnable mirrors?

DANIELLE

I jerked awake. Weird dream. What was it about? I didn't remember. Crap, I hated it when it I couldn't remember my dreams, I liked them.

"Bad dream?" Sitting by my bed was Der Tod. Da fuu? I pulled myself into a sitting position.

"I dunno. Hey listen, I'm sorry for being a jerk earlier, just because you're a sarcastic meanie doesn't mean I should be mean too." He lifted an eyebrow.

"That's a crappy apology." I put my hands on my hips.

"Do you think you deserve a better one?" He tossed his head proudly.

"I deserve only the best." I scoffed and he glared.

"Take some inventory man, you're talking like a jerk." He rolled his eyes. Maybe we could be friends.

"You have visitors coming, I think I'll go." And with that he was gone. And people say the friar in Romeo and Juliet had a bad exit. I swear he needs to learn some manners. There wascacknock at the door.

"Come in!" I yelled. A few people tumbled through the door. Ramin, Sierra, Sarah and Andrew Webber himself. Holy crap. "Hey babies, miss me?" I grinned and tried to act as if Death hadn't just been sitting in my bedside chair. Sierra and Sarah smiled.

"I told you she was alright," Sarah said.

"Are you sure? I could have sworn you were too busy crying on my shoulder about how 'that sweet little girl was going to die'." said. Sarah scowled at him. It was almost funny, they still acted like an old married couple.

"How are you feeling?" Ramin ruffled my hair. I think his father protective instincts were kicking in. "Your heart stopped beating, we had to perform CPR until the paramedics came." I beat my chest, like Tarzan.

"Takes more than a little death to kill me." They laughed; that's what I want.

"You do realize that makes no sense, right?" I shrugged.

"Who's the one who didn't die?"

"You."

"And who's the one that didn't?" Sierra stepped between us, I realized they were all still in costume. Had they been waiting in the lobby all this time?

"Okay, I think we need to calm down now."

"Hell no, for the first time in years I feel like I could run a mile and not have to go to the hospital! Let's go get burgers!"

"Burgers?" Sierra asked.

"Sure, it'll be fun! I mean, you two are Phantomed out and you two look like you're going to a gala and I'm in a hospital robe, people will be weirded out! And where's the fun in life if you can't make people uncomfortable?" I began to laugh, this was the best idea!

"Oh, you're one of those people then?" said. Sarah smacked his arm.

"I like it, it sounds like fun," she said.

"Well we can't just take her out of the hospital," Ramin argued. Aw.

"Her is right here. And don't worry, I might want to do it, but I know I can't leave the hospital. Which is no fun, I might add." I crossed my arms, I just get so antsy when I'm stuck in a place.

"Well, I wanted to run something by you, maybe it will give you something to think about while you're stuck here." Oh, ALW has something for me! I bet it's important!

"What?" I asked impatiently.

"Well, I was thinking of directing a new Phantom of the Opera and, seeing how good you are on your toes, I would love to have you as my leading lady." Oh. Oh no. I tried to not let them see how crushed I was. This had been my dream role, until I had gone back and lived life next to all these characters. Christine, Raoul, Meg and Madame Giry were my friends. And Erik. I loved him, I could never rip the mask off an imposter so much as I could pretend to be the person who meant so much to me. Okay, time to cover my ass and run.

"That sounds great, but when I get out of here I need to do something to build up my heart, something that makes me work up a sweat by acting my hardest. I got it, let's do Cats!" ALW looked shocked to say the least. "And I'm not sure if I'm ready to be Christine." He nodded in understanding. "Besides, I always wanted to try my hand at Rumpleteazer." I batted the air like a cat. I blinked once, it left the corners around the scene hazy. "I think they doped me up too hard. My mind feels like it's in the air." I tried to keep my eyes open, but they just kept drooping. Oh my God, I think I'm going to start smelling sounds or something.

"It's okay, don't force yourself, we'll come back to visit you another day." Ramin pushed me into the pillows and pulled the blanket to my chin.

"Promise we'll be friends forever?" I held my pinkie up. Ramin smiled and locked them together.

"I promise. Get some sleep now, okay?"

"'Kay. Bye noodles." They said their goodbyes and left the room, closing the door on the way out. Der Tod was standing behind it. I scowled at him.

"Leave me alone." I grumbled and pulled the covers over my head.

"You'll asphyxiate yourself like that." I pulled it down.

"You're a real mini sunshine, you know that?" He brushed his enthral golden hair over his shoulder.

"I do try, you mortals never seem to appreciate my hard work." He sighed, like his life was hard.

"Yeah, yeah, go fix you lipstick while your 'little deaths' do your job." He raised one slim brow.

"Why, was that a sex joke? My, my, girlie's got spunk." I stuck my tongue out at him.

"And don't you forget it. No out, me need bed." He quaffed his hair and disappeared without a cloud of glitter. What would a brit say at a moment like this? Oh yeah, tosser.

"I'll find a way back to you Erik." I murmured, turning on my side. "I promise I won't let this all be a Melody of the Past." The darkness rose above me like a great, black wave; it pulled me so far under I couldn't see the surface.

That's it! It's over! The epilogue is done! I will be making a sequel, after I make a few other fics, but it's happening! Okay, all the stuff about proper belongings that I usually put and the poem is not mine, it is If You Come Softly by Audre Lorde.

This is a message to the guest who wrote that mean comment on my last chapter, you can stop reading now unless you are "guest". This person not only insulted trained actors but me as well. I know who Peter Joback is but he was new at the time so Danielle wouldn't know him. Danielle is not me! I happen to like him, his performance was good and he tried his hardest, which, in my opinion, makes him a good actor. And I mixed Butler with Karimloo, that I said about Joback goes for Butler as well, ALW liked him. It's people like you that make me not want to like an actor because of the association. I am a fan of Karimloo, for god's sake, he was in this! I'd also like to point out that Christine is supposed to be a novice, not great but good for how young she is, I think Emmy was a good Christine. I think everyone who has played these roles are good in their own way and no one should judge them, they put their heart into it. If I have bad taste for seeing the good in everyone while you only look for the flaws then I ask you to leave my fanfics alone until you can learn respect.