Epilogue

Four Months later

Christine was sat in her dressing room at the theatre. In the few months that had passed she, Erik, Meg and all the other members in the company had worked hard. And now it was opening night of the show. Christine's eyes moved to a copy of one the small posters advertising the show that was stuck to the edge of the lit up mirror. The show opening date on the poster said 2nd March 1989. That date (which was today) kept flashing in her head like little fairy lights. She was both excited and nervous as every actress was before her debut. Excited because it would be everything she had ever dreamed of. Nervous because mistakes could happen unexpectedly on while on stage. Forgetting lines, scenery falling over, late cues, costumes torn, props missing and many other things. Christine could not decide if she was more nervous or excited, it seemed to be all tied into one.

In all those months of rehearsal and hard work she and Erik had not seen or heard any trace of the devil, she had slept free of nightmares which was a great relief. Christine and Erik were never apart now because she had moved in with him in his rich home, and they were now both happy as any romantic couple you could find. But in all that time Christine had been living in fear that the devil would somehow find a way to break through and somehow come back.

Christine ran her fingers through the dark curls of the long wig she was wearing on her head. Maddy had been busy with her for the past half hour and had done a great job with her hair and make-up. She was now at this moment waiting for the five minute call to the stage. Then there was a knock on her dressing room door. "Come in" she called and Erik walked in. Erik was wearing the same clothes he had worn when she had met him all those months ago as "Mr Foster". A black turtle neck top with a black suit jacket and trousers. Over his shoulders he had a thin grey scarf, his hair was back in its ponytail and he wore his glasses. He froze in the doorway when he caught sight of her "Oh, Christine my love, you look so beautiful". Christine turned back to look at herself in the mirror "What's the matter?" he asked with a hint of concern in his voice. "Oh Erik, I'm so nervous." He came up behind her and wrapped his arms round her shoulders. "Don't be nervous love, you're going to be spectacular tonight." Christine shook her head and rose to her feet. "It's not just the show Erik. I'm nervous of what may come in our future." She looked down at her feet.

Erik stood up too and gently lifted her chin up with his right hand. "Are you still thinking about the devil?" he asked and Christine nodded. Erik gently took her face in her hands being careful of her make-up. "You have no reason to be afraid Christine. It has been four months and we have not seen a single trace of him anywhere. And you haven't been waking up screaming from any nightmares. Gabriel banished that son of a thousand bitches permanently back to pits of hell where he belongs. He's gone for good and is never coming back. Think about the good things that are going to happen. We're going to be doing the show for the rest of the spring and early summer." Erik lifted her left hand which still had the engagement ring on the third finger. Giving the ring a kiss he continued "Then on the 10th August we shall be happily married and have a two week and a half honeymoon awaiting us in the Bahamas. And when we return we shall continue the show and who knows what happiness will follow after that." Christine's smile came back to her face. "Yes, you're right Erik, I must stop all this worrying and look ahead at what's to come." Erik kissed her forehead "That's my girl."

Then a voice blared over a speaker on the wall. "Ladies and gentleman this is your five minute call. Repeat, your five minute call." Christine untied the cord of the robe she wore and removed it to show a beautiful Victorian styled dress. Erik raised her left hand again and said "You'd better take that ring off for now, your character doesn't wear a ring until the second act." Christine nodded and slipped the ring off her finger and put it onto the thumb of a mini china hand ornament that stood on her dressing table. Erik opened the dressing room door and stood in the doorway "Come along my love I need to get to my seat in the audience and you need to get into position." But just as Christine was about to follow him she stared at her copy of the script that lay on her dressing table. "Erik, I still find it odd that the show itself is named after your former title." Erik smiled a toothy grin and held out his arm "Let's just say Christine, I wrote it in honour of yours and my story. You of course have always been my inspiration." Christine smiled and walked out closing the door behind her. Erik put his arm round her and led her down the steps towards the stage.

Inside the now deserted dressing room everything was silent. Victorian dresses were hung on the costume rail. Make-up and hair accessories lay on the dressing table beneath the mirror which had lights shining bright around it. Stuck on the mirror was the mini show poster and many good luck cards that Christine had received during the past few weeks. The script which lay amongst the hair accessories and make-up which had been read many times by Christine was facing upwards. The title was bold and black at the top of the paper which read "The Phantom of the Opera" Written and composed by Erik Foster.

The End

Author's Final Notes

And so there we have it guys. Which began as an idea I had earlier in January, to write an alternate ending to the Robert Englund Phantom of the opera 1989 film. Then I found this website to post it on. And when I received GREAT Reviews from you guys it convinced me to continue writing. Now we have a whole story which is the first long story I have ever completed.

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I still have another Phantom of the Opera Fanfiction story to complete which is based on the Andrew Lloyd Webber Musical. So if you love my work then you're more than welcome to read my other story.

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