I own nothing! I don't own The Phantom of the Opera or any of the Characters therein!

Okay, so since I really don't want to go into the whole mommy/sons relationship yet while struggling to get the chapter done for this without too much music it shall come as (cue dramatic fanfare here) a flashback! Yes, I know, I'm corny like that. So, the Reprise shall come before All I Ask of You. After all, I'm mostly following Sarah's side of the story since she's the phantom.

I'm seriously considering putting a few chapters in Sarah's Point of View – what do you guys think?

Sarah yawned as she entered the basketball court yet again, for the fourth time that week. She sighed, knowing that Toni would be here as he always was for her. it was for her, it was always for her, that he appeared, and rarely to anyone else. He was a kind and gentle sort of phantom, if only to keep watch and worry over what was happening around him and to his home.

"It's been a while," she heard someone say, and she wheeled around.

"Erik," she smiled, and then smacked her hands over her mouth as his eyes widened. She looked deep into them – still as blue as the sea, and she was a ship lost in its depths.

"How…?"

"Future," she reminded him gently. "it's good to see you again."

"You wouldn't say that if you saw my face."

"Try me," she retorted. "Besides, don't we have someone to kill tonight?"

"Hm?"

"Joseph Bouquet," she explained, and he nodded with wide eyes that pled for release. "I'm not mad at you, I've got a stage-hand that I have to kill as well. One who saw me and knows where my lair is."

Sarah looked up as Phantom looked down, each at their respective targets of anger. Sarah was again in the basketball court, and Erik turned and frowned.

"Who is he?" phantom asked, pointing at Toni.

"Toni," Sarah gasped quietly. "You-you're visible! But how?!"

"You nearly died alongside me, and it took me forever to convince death to let me become visible to you since you slipped from his grasp," Toni rushed with a huff, still in an eleven-year old body. "But on the bright side, I got my parts back!"

"That's always good," Sarah smiled as Erik's frown deepened. "Oh, right, I almost forgot. Erik, this is Toni, the one who sacrificed himself to get me out of here. Toni, this is Erik. I'm sure you'll recall the Phantom of the Opera movie."

Both males nodded curtly before Principal Carlo started talking. After a long while, and during the basketball game first half, Sarah played a few pranks. First, she switched the cigarettes with fake ones that were filled with a new kind of drug, one that would make her former principal croak like a toad. She saw that the janitor from before saw the switch, and looked as though he wanted to intervene.

"Did I not instruct that box five was to be kept empty?!" Erik and Sarah yelled in unison.

"It's him," Christine gasped as Sam and Joe gasped "It's her."

"Your part is silent, little toad," Carlo and Carlotta snapped just before flashing a smile towards their audience.

"A toad, Madame/Monsieur? Perhaps it is you who are the toad," Erik and Sarah snarled in unison.

Sarah smiled as Carlotta and Principal Carlo croaked in unison, right on cue. She went into hysteric giggling as Erik chuckled at the two. Fortunately for them, they burst into laughter at the same time as Carlotta and Carlo panicked in unison.

"Behold! She is singing to bring down the chandelier!" Erik boomed.

"Behold! He is speaking to bring down the goal posts!" Sarah yelled as Erik boomed out his threat.

He gave her a confused look before the two dashed off to different hiding spots. Sarah saw the janitor again, and this time wasted no time in playing a new prank. She laughed as she hid the bleeding body in the principal's chair in his office, its head gone and in her hand. She was grinning like the Grinch when she placed the bloodied head in the basketball container, and the towel boy screamed as he found the head, right at the exact moment that Joseph Bouquet's body went towards the stage.

"Never gets old," she snickered as she left and went towards the top floor of the school, to the location that she felt her brothers and mother would go to.

Erik was beside her the whole way, winding his way to the roof of the opera house. They reached the roof in unison, and Sarah watched as her brothers went through an eerily similar bout with their mother as Christine did with Raoul. It broke her heart to see them rejecting all of her help like this, for never before had anyone betrayed her so thoroughly. With breaking hearts, she and phantom began singing softly in unison.

I gave you my music/free-time
Made your song/lives take wing
And now, how you've repaid me
Denied me and betrayed me
He/she was bound to love you
When he/she heard you sing/speak
Christine…./Brothers…

Sarah PoV

They listened as they respective parties continued singing – my mother to my brothers, arguing that I wasn't real and that they were only dreaming up of seeing me because of the faint possibility that they were going insane. Well on the bright side, at least that left them a lot harder to make insane so that when they did finally crack they'd shatter. On the downside? It would take a lot longer for them to crack than I needed.

Erik, meanwhile, was shivering in pure hatred, with quiet sobs racking his frame from the betrayal. Mine was not shaking as of yet, at least not that I could feel, but would be soon if he didn't stop. How it hurt to see him in pain, it was almost, if not equally, as bad as the moments before I was tortured in the gym.

"Christine," he breathed, as I softly murmured "brothers" in shock and betrayal.

I growled, hatred for their old ways filling me. Erik was growling and clenching his fist in the same reaction for Raoul. We snarled, ran up to a statue, and climbed up it on opposite sides at the same time in perfect synchronization, with a little exception of that I was smaller than him and had smaller strides so had to work harder.

"You will curse the day you did not do, all that the phantoms asked of you," we sang loudly in unison, as if to spill every ounce of hatred and venom into it that we could. I wanted my mother and brothers gone, and I wanted it fast.

Revenge had been on the back burner for too long. It was time for Don Juan to triumph once again.

Ooh, Sarah's plotting again! A special aria for those that can guess what she's up to before she goes through with it!

Review, please! Ideas for later stories in the series are accepted!