I own nothing! I don't own The Phantom of the Opera or any of the Characters therein! Okay, Kudos to those who guessed the song titles so far! Unfortunately I forgot to give you the song titles from chapter ten onwards, so I'll give everyone some extra time to get that! My apologies!

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Sarah lay in her classroom alone, having been left by Erik some time before. Tears of joy, shock, pride, and love were flowing down her face for her beloved phantom. Quiet sobs were racking her body, with her constantly thinking that this must have been how Erik had felt whenever he was singing with Christine. At least, before she would end up betraying him. She had watched that scene dozens and dozens of times.

She lay there thinking of him, wishing that she could somehow sing just one more duet with him again someday whenever she was upset with her job that she had emulated after his life. It was harder on her than it was on him, much harder they both could tell. They both assumed that it was because he was a man and had been doing it since he was extremely young, while she was a woman and had still never gotten past the whole "taking a human life" thing.

"Hello," a soft voice said, and Sarah jerked up to be face to face with none other than Christine Daee herself. "You are not my angel of music…"

"I'm a female copycat of his in the future," she said standing. "What's up?"

"Um… the sky?"

"No, no, it means how are you doing, what can I do for you, stuff like that," Sarah explained shaking her head and putting her arms out in a welcoming way.

"You'd… ask that?" she asked shocked.

"It's been seven years since I've had human contact, with the only exceptions being my father, who acts as my messenger, my two brothers, who are both on the roads towards death because of mistakes long since passed, and one other, whose name I do not know."

"I kept wishing I could find someone else who had met my angel of music, just to make sure I wasn't going insane," Christine admitted. "I do not know his name, my angel. But I do know that he is also the phantom of the opera. Perhaps he has somehow visited you…"

"He did mention that I may possibly make a good understudy for Christine someday should anything happen," Sarah said putting the pieces together and worrying about whether or not she was altering their timeline. "I just hope I didn't mess anything up for you guys."

"Um, no, not at all," Christine smiled warily just before frowning and looking around. "Um… are there any candles?"

"Huh? Oh," Sarah said dimwittedly. "No."

"You ran out of candles?" Christine asked confused. "Why would you let that happen?"

"I can get around by what little moonlight enters my classroom," she said calmly as she walked around the room, never once bumping into anything. "If I need more light, I just use an item that lets off light."

"But how? You don't have candles," Christine insisted.

"We harnessed light," Sarah shrugged. "And electricity. I just prefer not to use it if at all possible."

"What?!" Christine yelped in shock. "How could you not wish to use electricity? I don't understand!"

"I'm trying to mirror my life off of the eighteen hundreds," Sarah said calmly. "Aside from my using an electronic storage device for all of my writings, composing and artwork items, I've been going off of little to no electric usage."

"You are so strange," Christine marveled. "What year is it for you, if I may ask?"

"Two thousand an' twelve," Sarah said sticking an entire Reese's cup in her mouth. "We've got chocolate, electronics, unlimited spying abilities – what more could we want?!"

"What more do you want?" Christine asked.

"I'd give anything to be able to switch spots with you," Sarah admitted. "You're lucky enough to have a couple of guys fighting over you."

"I hate it."

"Yeah, well, if you'll reject the phantom for Raoul, then I'll step in and take him for myself. If you pick phantom over Raoul, then I'll pick Raoul for myself. In all honesty, though, I know just which one you pick already in the end."

"You do? Tell me!"

"Nope! That would create a paradox, my dear girl, and you would not want that. after all, you live quite happily ever after with the one you choose, up until someone intervenes and ruins it by threatening your future child," Sarah smirked, and Christine gasped. "Relax, the kid stays alright in the end anyways, and the one responsible goes to jail, I think."

"What happens?"

"Ah, ah, ah," Sarah said waggling a finger. "I'm not allowed to say anything else about any of that. you see, if I did, everything would be unraveled, and the world would go into a wormhole no bigger than our thumbs. Therefore, for all of our sakes, I will remain silent when it comes to revealing things."

"Oh," Christine said nervously. "Such advances in technology…"

"Yeah, no joke. We killed hundreds of thousands of people with just two bombs," Sarah said rolling her eyes. "Oh, boy, I'm surprised the Japanese didn't get too pissed off at us. Then again, we did help them rebuild…"

"When-Oh, the future for me," Christine said, and Sarah nodded. "Is it in my lifetime?"

"Oh, heck no! you die about thirty to forty years before that happens!" Sarah said waving a hand dismissively. "Moving on, I'm tired of this topic. Geez, you guys from the past are nosy."

"M-my apologies," Christine blushed slightly. "I'm just so curious about your past."

"Not much to know. I'm supposed to be dead, and most of what few people that know I'm alive are either from your time or my servants in this time," sarah shrugged, and Christine gawked. "Yes, I have servants. Under constant threats of their deaths, but they're servants."

"You sound like the Phantom of the Opera," christine shuddered.

"Well, your guys' love story is a big production in our time, and I do try to copy him somewhat since I'm in a forced hideout issue like he is."

"You-you've killed people?" Christine asked shocked.

"When I did it was either in self-defence, or they were some of the three dozen people who tried to kill me," sarah said with shoulders slumping. "In all honesty, I've gotten tired of it. I just want to settle down, make a proper living for myself, learn a trade, and start a family."

"Have you considered singing?" Christine asked, and Sarah smiled softly.

"Yeah, but I'm in the middle of a school who thinks I'm dead, I have to practice at night," she explained as the clock chimed six in the morning. "Six in the morning, so soon? I have to go, I'm stuck being nocturnal and sleep during the day while nobody can hunt for me since there're classes all around me."

So now Christine has met Sarah, so what do you think they'll do?

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