Hey guys this is my first Phanfic so I hope you enjoy it. Like the summary says this is an alternate ending to the rooftop scene (because I have to believe that there are many others out there who were far from pleased with the results of everything!) so here we go as always read and review!

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Doing the poor dance

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Raoul:

Why have you brought me here?

Christine: We can't go back there!

Raoul:

We must return!

Christine:

He'll kill you!

His eyes will find us there!

Raoul: Christine, don't say that

Christine: Those eyes that burn!

Raoul:

Don't even think it

Christine:

And if he has to kill a thousand men

Raoul:

Forget this waking nightmare

Christine:

The Phantom of the Opera will kill

Raoul:

This phantom is a fable

Believe me

Christine:

...and kill again!

Raoul:

There is no Phantom of the Opera

Christine:

My God, who is this man

Raoul:

My God, who is this man

Christine:

...who hunts to kill?

Raoul:

...this mask of death?

Christine:

I can't escape from him

Raoul:

Whose is this voice you hear

Christine:

...I never will!

Raoul:

...with every breath?

Both:

And in this labyrinth,

where night is blind

the Phantom of the Opera

is here/there

inside your/my mind

Raoul:

There is no Phantom of the Opera

Christine:

Raoul, I've been there, to his world of

unending night

To a world where the daylight dissolves

into darkness, darkness

Raoul, I've seen him!

Can I ever forget that sight?

Can I ever escape from that face?

So distorted, deformed, it was hardly a face,

in the darkness, darkness

But his voice filled my spirit

with a strange, sweet sound

In that night there was music in my mind

And through music my soul began to soar!

And I heard as I'd never heard before

Raoul:

What you heard was a dream and nothing more

Christine:

Yet in his eyes all the sadness of the world

those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore

Raoul:

Christine, Christine

Phantom:

Christine

Christine smiled fondly as the familiar voice entered her ears and warmed her soul despite the cold that lingered in the winter air. And yet she trembled with fear at the thought of what her angel was capable of. It was difficult to believe that such an angelic voice could ever belong to someone who would take the life of another. And yet she knew it was true, for she saw his persistent shape in the shadows long before he had disrupted the show with his complaints about box five not being his and Raoul's instead that night. She knew too that his presents in what was suppose to be his box enraged him as well and it was only then that Christine realized that her angel had probably witnessed the few looks that Christine and Raoul had shared as well. She had felt the way his eyes had pierced her face with a warning and at the turn of his cape and with the continuance of the show she realized that something very disastrous indeed was about to occur. Her secret theory was proven when the screams began echoing through the backstage just as she was about to take the stage she heard the name of Joseph Buquet being heard and something about a noose… Christine bit her lip and swallowed hard wishing she could ban the insecurity inside of her away and find the same solace she felt in the lair of the Opera House. Glancing down at her feet, she knew his home was there beneath the many layers of brick and dust. She knew he would sit at his organ with heartache forever replenished in his eyes if she were to leave him, it was difficult to ever imagine him at all weak… that very same genius who had very nearly seduced her with his voice.

"Christine? Christine, are you alright?" The concerned voice of her childhood friend rang in her ears and although she appreciated his favoritism towards her, it was obvious that he would never understand the situation she had gotten herself into.

"Christine, I can protect you. Whatever this thing is, I won't let him hurt you." He stated firmly standing closer behind her than she realized.

"That's just it Raoul." She stated with a heavy sigh. "I don't need your protection from him. He…as disturbed as he his…I know he won't hurt me." She stated weakly brushing past him while avoiding his eyes.

"But Christine," He said annoyed with her reaction to the dangerous situation. "If this man is as obsessed with you as you suspect and he's prone to a violent nature than perhaps…" Christine however cut him off before he could speak another world.

"But I know him Raoul." She said while gracefully stroking the delicate petals of her rose. "That violent nature he holds so dear is only second to how he feels about me! Although those feelings are something I may never be able to exchange to the fullest extent! I know him Raoul…" She approached her companion kindly and smoothed a misplaced piece of hair from his face. Her gentle misdemeanor returning once more.

"You need not worry for me my friend. I am fully aware of what I am doing." Or at least I hope I do.

"Friend Christine? Is that all we are these days? He laughed timidly, not realizing that another pair of ears was just as eager to hear the answer as he.

Christine smiled weakly and kissed Raoul on the cheek hoping to wipe away all his fears with the simple notion. The act of kindness was rewarded with a looking of knowing and the return of a tender hug that Christine gladly accepted without hesitation.

"I care for you Raoul I always have and always will. You know that our friendship means more to me than words can possibly describe…you were my first love and nothing can take those memories from us. And no matter what happens I promise that I'll always be grateful for those memories." She said breaking the embrace and smiling sincerely at him.

"We can make new memories Christine…" He whispered into the night softly grasping her chin to make her eyes to meet his own. The combination of hope and love in his eyes was too much for Christine to bear because although she cared for Raoul she knew that the future he was referring to was one she would never quite be satisfied with.

"I'm sorry Raoul…" She said barely auditable as she stepping away slightly. She turned her back on his pain and looked upon the glorious lights of Paris in fascination and then once more to the rose that securely held a bold black ribbon. "But we can't be together."

"Why Christine why not! What kind of hold does this creature have on you that would make you make such a rash decision! I love you Christine, I want to take care of you for the rest of our lives isn't that enough!"

"No it's not." She replied simply.

"Why not!" He exclaimed pacing around the rooftop violently now as she stood there with a pleasant smile gracing her face.

"Because," She said turning around to face his frustrated image once more. "My heart belongs to someone else."

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