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Song floated through the air, surrounding me, enticing me to search for my Angel. I heard him tell me he loved me, that I was his Angel. Me! I was my Angel's love! My heart pounded for joy. I sang and sang with my Angel. I danced and begged my Angel to come out and show me who he was. He finally relented. I was going to see my Angel! He started singing again and the mirror started to open. I was drawn toward mirror and to my Angel. A gloved hand appeared then a porcelain mask, then my Angel! I cried for joy.

But as soon as I saw my Angel, he changed into Radcliffe shouting at me, saying I was his always. He shouted that I wasn't in love with that THING, that I was in love with him! Then he turned into Gwen. She started whispering that she would find me and do unspeakable things to me. She said that I shouldn't have trusted her. Then she turned into Tristan. Tristan ran to me but before I could grab him, he collapsed. His face was a mask of terror. Blood gushed out of his chest. He tried to tell me something but he couldn't get it out. I shook him, trying to help him speak. His eyes glazed over and his head lolled back onto the floor. I wanted to die. Where was my Angel?!

Someone grabbed me and started shaking my shoulders. "Wake up! Jack, wake up!" My eyes opened and there was Tristan. No blood stained his loose white shirt. His eyes weren't glazed over, lifeless. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck and sobbed. He sat down and let me cry. I could feel my tears dampen his shirt and skin but I couldn't stop crying. It had all been so real!

I was ashamed. I had wanted my Angel so much and then my enemies showed up and then there was Tristan lying in a pool of his own blood. All through the dream up until Tristan woke me up, I had wanted my Angel back. I still wanted him back. How could I want a dead man over my true Angel?! What kind of horrible fiancée was I?

But then I thought of something. I thought of how I had interacted with Erik. I was acting as Christine! All the singing with the Angel and begging him to show me who he was, all happened with Christine and Erik. I didn't really want Erik! I wasn't a monster! With that knowledge, my sobbing started to slow.

Tristan rubbed my back as I gasped for air. As I sat back, I looked into his worried eyes. Then I wondered how he had found me in the middle of my nightmare.

"How could you hear me when I was having a nightmare when your bedroom is at the opposite side of the house?" I asked.

Tristan looked away sheepishly. "I came to watch you sleep. I've been doing that every night since I met you except when I was Gwen's prisoner. Your peaceful face has always brought some sense of security to me, and it's kept me humble. God gave me more than I could have ever imagined when He gave me you. I love to be reminded of that as I watch you sleep. When you started singing in your sleep, I joined you. Then you started begging me to show you who I was. You smiled so happily for a few moments and then your face turned to sheer terror.

"You started shaking and then you shouted my name over and over. I woke you up as you started to entangle yourself in the sheets. It must have been some horrible nightmare to make you scream like you did." He didn't ask about the nightmare even though he must have been dying to find out what it was. I needed to tell someone about it so I recounted the horrific tale to him. I even shared how ashamed I was about my feelings and then how I thought it through.

"Tristan, I don't want to run. I want to audition. If Gwen and her minions find us, I want to face her head on. She was my best friend ever since we were little. For some reason, she doesn't like you at all. I could tell by the hate in her eyes when I brought you up. If she's lying in wait around the Opera House, we can audition and then talk to her," I proposed.

"That's a very brave plan. But can we get married before we get captured again? I already called your parents and they're flying here tomorrow. I booked a small church for our use as well. Meg can be your attendant if you'd like. Pierre is going to be mine. So can we get married now?" Tristan asked.

I giggled. "Of course. You've already planned it out. How could I say no? Tomorrow we can go get bouquets and boutonnières at a local flower shop. I don't have a dress though. Do you mind if I wear a nice outfit?" I was embarrassed that I wouldn't have a nice wedding dress for my wedding.

"There you are wrong!" Tristan answered with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I'll be right back." He left the room hastily and returned a few minutes later. In his arms was a beautiful old fashioned wedding gown. My eyes must have been the size of saucers and my jaw dropped. It was gorgeous!

"Where did you get that?" I asked once I could breathe again.

"I packed it just in case we needed it while we were on the run. It's Christine's dress."

The gown was exquisite! The embroidery and lace, the crème color, the slight dip of the neckline, the tips of the sleeves that wrapped around the middle finger all were made of the highest quality. I ran my hand along gown in awe. I was going to be married in Christine Daae's wedding dress! The exact one that she had been married to Erik in! I couldn't help but remember the similarities in our stories.

I was kidnapped and brought to my future fiancée. I slept in Christine's room in Erik's house underneath the Opera Populaire. Rich arrogant boys tried to kill the men we loved and take us away with them. We both were given singing lessons by our Angels. I was going to be auditioning and hopefully playing the lead role in Don Juan. I couldn't help but think that maybe the Don Juan that I was auditioning for might be very similar to the Don Juan Triumphant that Erik wrote.

As I came back to reality, I could feel my eyelids growing heavier. I begged Tristan to go to sleep and I crawled back into bed. Tristan left the gown on the table and kissed my forehead as he left. Just as I was asleep, morning came.

"Wake up, Sunshine!" I knew that voice without opening my eyes.

"Momma, you're here!"

"Of course I am! Get up! Get up! Your wedding day's here! Oh I can't believe it! You need to shower and dress. We need to get the flowers and –" Good old Mom was scurrying around the room. I couldn't help but smile. I got up and washed. When I came out of the bathroom, Mom had the dress ready for me and the makeup and curling iron in hand. For the next few hours, I endured Mom dressing up my hair and face. I didn't mind though. I was just glad to have her here.

When I was almost finished, I saw the bedroom door open and a head pop through.

"Daddy! You look smashing!" I exclaimed.

"My gorgeous little girl is getting married!" he shouted for the whole house to hear. I giggled. Same old Dad! Dad said he had some business to take care of and he dashed out the door.

As I was standing up and brushing the wrinkles out of my dress, my dad popped in again. In his hands was an elegant crème lace veil to match my dress. He placed it over my head so that it covered my face and hair. Mom placed a petite pearl headband over the top to finish off the look.

My dad took my arm and led me out of the room and down the marble staircase to the entryway. At the foot of the stairs were Pierre and Meg and my fiancée in his elegant old fashioned tuxedo. It looked almost identical to the costume actors wore in the musical depicting Erik's life. He was dashing! Dad gave me to Tristan and we all headed out to the car.

As we headed to the church with my parents, Pierre, and Meg, I couldn't help staring at Tristan. He had opted to wear a porcelain mask instead of his flesh one. I loved it!

"Just in case you're wondering," Tristan whispered, "the mask is my great-grandfather's. Do you like it?"

"I love it!"

Tristan laughed. "I knew you would!"

In no time at all, we had arrived at the church. My dad had also gotten the bouquets and boutonnières when he had gotten the veil. My parents and the De Chagnys went into the church first and Tristan and I followed. Meg was waiting for me at the entrance and Tristan walked down the aisle. An organist played Pachelbel's Canon as Meg walked down the aisle and then I followed. The wedding went by in a wonderful blur. After the pastor pronounced us husband and wife, Tristan lifted my veil. I could clearly see the love emanating from his eyes and I could feel my love for him shooting out of mine. Tristan leaned down and kissed me, our first kiss. I rested my hand on his porcelain mask as he wrapped his hands around my neck.

We parted and I could feel my face light up. Tristan's face mirrored mine. My parents clapped as did the De Chagnys. We walked happily down the aisle out to the car. Only then did I think of Tristan's parents. Where were they? I didn't have the heart to ask in case the thought ruined the blissful day for Tristan. I gazed up at Tristan once more and found he was staring at me. I leaned up to him and kissed him again.

The similarities between the first Daae couple and the newest Daae couple came back to me. The most important similarity in our stories was that we were both married to wonderful deformed Angels of Music.