A/N: Yay! I finally saw the Broadway play of Phantom of the Opera. At the end of the show I saw the cast coming out of a side door. I wanted to say, "good job," but I didn't want to bother them. Oh well. That's me. A once in a lifetime opportunity and I blow it.

Okay, some of you might wonder who Bernard is. He is not Raoul's father. He is one of Gustav's friend from childhood. I realized that in the 3rd chapter I spelt Bernard's name: B.E.N.A.R.D. Benard from chapter 3 and the Bernard in the last chapter are the same character. From now on, I'm spelling his name B.E.R.N.A.R.D. If I ever mess up with the two different names, just know that it's the same character. --

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I would like to dedicate this chapter to my best friend, Ashley. Happy 15th Birthday Girl! I love you. . You were the one who told me I must see the Phantom of the Opera.

And now for the story...

Chapter 19

Bernard swiftly walked into the dimly lit bed room, followed closely by Christine. He stopped at the foot of Gustav's bed, while Christine stood by her father's side. Gustav gased up at her, his features looking old from his exhaustion.

"Oh, Father," her voice filled with sorrow. Christine collapsed on her father's chest. Her body shook from her sobs.

"Shhh. I will never leave you, Angel," he assured her, stroking her long chocolate curls. "Never," he repeated.

"Father, are you going to get better?" Christine asked, looking up at him with tears glistening in her eyes. "I'm afraid not," he replied, fighting back his own tears.

"You not going to-," her voice trailed off. "You can't!" she ordered.

"Christine, I can not live forever," he explained softly.

"I thought you said you'd never leave me," she retorted.

"Should I die, Christine, I will watch over you form heaven," Gustav closed his eyes.

"I don't want you to go," she sobbed. Christine couldn't bring herself to say the word "die", for it sounded final.

"I know you don't."

"I want to listen to your stories, sing to your music-," she paused. "I want you to tuck me in every night. Please don't go. I want to be with you in person," Christine sobbed harder.

Hot tears rolled down Gustav's cheek as he held Christine close in his arms.

Gustav breathed in deeply and replied, "When I'm in heaven, Child, I will send you the Angel of Music."

"But, Father, I want you to come to me," she begged.

"Both the Angel of Music and I will be looking after you," he replied sleepily. I, in spirit, and the Angel of Music, in person," he explained trying to take Christine's mind off his sickness.

"Father? I thought angels were like ghosts; you can see right threw them," she unsurely replied. "Angels look like you and me. They are not transparent, otherwise they wouldn't be able to save us. Right after an angel saves a human, they disappear into thin air," Gustav explained.

"Father, how do you know so much about angels?" Christine asked.

Gustav studied her for a minute and replied, "I think I have seen one, besides your mother and yourself." He kissed her forehead lightly.

Christine giggled and curled up closer to her father. "Tell me what happened," she demanded.

"When I was a young boy, around your age, my house had caught on fire," Gustav paused, trying to remember what happened. "My father's cigar must have fallen on the couch," he mumbled.

"My father and my mother made it out of the house safely," he continued. "My parents thought that I was still at Bernard's house that evening, but the fact was I came home early that day.

"I was upstairs in my room at the time. When I smelt the smoke I immediately opened the door to see what was wrong. The fire blocked my exit to the stairs. I must have passed out on the floor for I remember someone calling me to wake up. When I looked up I saw a man with peircing blue eyes, holding me in his arms. It was then that I realized that I was out of the blazing inferno. The man placed me on the cool grass as my parents spotted me. I looked at my frantic parents for no more then a minute, and by time I looked back to thank the man who saved my life, he was gone," he finished.

Gustav looked down at Christine's sleepy eyes.

"I think you need to go to bed," he ordered. "You've had a long day."

"I want to stay with you," she yawned.

"Bernard and I will be talking, Angel. It might keep you up."

"I don't care. I can fall asleep with you talking."

"Alright, Christine, you can stay here," he replied.

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"Has the Dr. Rioux told you what is wrong?" Bernard asked.

"Yes, he has filled me in," Gustav replied.

"I guess you will have to cancel your trip to Paris."

Gustav sighed disappointedly. "I would've liked to have seen it with Christine. Just to see the look on her face when she enters the Opera House."

"Have you decided who will take care of Christine?" Bernard asked.

Gustav raked his fingers threw his short blonde hair. "I shall have Madam Giry take Christine to her home at the Opera House. After all, she is family."

A/N: I hoped you all liked the new chapter. I was working on it in my cousin, Kim's, bio class. I think bio is boring. .

Please review! Depending on how many reviews I get, I might just post my next chapter up sooner then usual. And I might just put Erik in the next chapter.