A/N: Sorry guys, but this is the last chapter. It's been a blast. All your support in my big, scary first fic has been the light of my life.
In this chapter, I draw heavily on the book. If you haven't read it/don't remember it, you are probably pretty confused by now. My apologies for that, but it can't be helped.
For a (sort of) preview of my next POTO fic, please see the bottom of the page. For a preview of my first ever LOTR fic, please see my bio page.
It's been lovely, ladies. Thank you from the bottom of my cold little heart.
I was debating with myself whether to answer the reviews of this chapter on the first chapter of my next fic, but I have decided against it. So don't write for a reply, this time.
Disclaimer (which I just found remembered, I've forgotten to add throughout this whole story):
I no own, you no sue.
Good for me, better for you.
This is not my own couplet. Try as I might, I cannot remember the original writer of this charming bit of verse. If it's you, please e-mail me so I can give you due credit in future fics.
DO YOU EVEN KNOW I EXIST? In the thousands upon thousands of stories that I have scanned, the numbers of them that even MENTION me are microscopic! Raoul-friendly "fics" are more common than mine!
I'm sorry to say that I have quite a bone to pick with these Webber and Schumacher men. Aside from giving my post as what is almost a fairy godfather to the honorable and formidable Mme. Giry, they portray Erik as almost pleasant!
Yes, I did save his life, but I have regretted it, at times. Even if Erik is a genius, both mechanical and musical, he is severely deranged, and a menace to society. If you still love him after he threatened to blow up half of Paris if Christine did not marry him (which, I hope you note, Raoul never had to resort to), then you are most likely deluding yourself, if you are not as mad as he is.
I have heard my role in the book described by a very wise person, whose name escapes me at the moment, as a "fairy godfather." In this, I am forced to agree. You must admit, there was almost no chance of a happy ending without me. One might argue that the whole mess was my fault, for I am the reason Erik did not die. That is quite true, and I did everything in my power to rectify that.
I spent months sneaking around, trailing Erik (have any of you ever tried that? Nearly impossible.), discovering the various entrances to his lair, and nearly getting killed several times. Not to mention that I hadn't an ally in the world. The good people of the Opera Populaire were terrified of me, for reasons beyond my comprehension, and Erik, while tolerating my presence, certainly did not go to any great lengths to make me comfortable in this cold, drafty land, so different from my own sunny Persia.
When I did find some stories that featured me, I was pleased and heartened by the favorable light that was cast on me. It seems that the few who do know about me like me immensely. Thank you, ladies.
From the flattered, if anonymous,
P.S.: For reasons best known only to myself, I cannot release my name. You may call me (the) Persian (which I prefer), (the) Dagora (a professional title, akin to the Chief of Police, not a personal name), or Nadir (that was about the only thing that Kay woman was good for).
LoverofBalto: If I were Meg, I would get pretty peeved with all the attempted matchmaking that goes on around her and her friend.
VagrantCandy: Actually, Meg is my favorite sub-main character. I do have to admit, E/M is a bit unusual, considering that Erik was at least fifty, and Meg was in her late teens or twenties.
Miss Christine Daae: To the reviewer: that's what I was going for. I've said it before, but I'll share it again: I love it when people respond directly to the characters.
From Erik: I am, after all, the Angel of Music…
From Raoul: I'm sorry, but I do have to laugh. "…Most of them feel otherwise?" Otherwise, thank you for clearing a thing or two up for me. Believe it or not, you are pretty much the first one to actually sit down and talk in through.
From Christine: To each her own, I suppose.
From Carlotta: please see Daisy Diva's review for Chp. 6.
From Mme. Giry: Thank you for your consideration, my dear.
From Meg: I could never figure out when E/M stood for "Erik/Meg," and when it stood for "Erik/Madame Giry." That has led to some pretty nasty shocks, I can tell you.
Daisy Diva: staying out of the wars is an admirable choice, but I fear that I am too deeply enmeshed to do so.
Kaledena: Yes, I did think "Megg's" turned out rather well.
Torch baby: I had grave doubts about her chapter, for the very reasons you stated. Don't worry; I tend to ramble more that on occasion. If you read my bio, it says at the very bottom how I keep ranting and rambling on.
Dear intoxicated by eriks music:
Thank you for disagreeing so civilly.
P.S.: I assume you mean a Phantom, not a Phenox, or do you mean a phoenix? Whatever, or whoever it is, please inform him/her/it that I still sleep with a loaded revolver for use on phanbrats, as well as on Erik.
P.P.S.: Yes, I believe that such a huge and devastating act as destroying the Opera House severely strained my mother's affection for Erik.
Glitter Queen of The Ice Show: R/C FOREVER!
DragonheartRAB: Thank you for your vote of confidence.
Sherlocks Dagora Has A Clue: Sorry, no Philippe. I didn't like him all that much myself, to put it mildly, and don't trust myself to present his case fairly. Raoul with Meg? Whatever floats your boat.
Varadrovia: Here's the Persian letter you so greatly desired, apparently.
Darth Squishy: brrr… the thought of slashers gives me nightmares (and I don't mean slashers like Freddy Krueger).
Leotabelle13: I would think that Meg's part would get snapped up quickly, what with her being such an easy character to play. Only a week for Leroux? Wow. I'm impressed, and I basically do nothing but read (preferably over a dozen books at a time).
Kchan88: Wouldn't Meg be the most awesome friend. She's pretty, too. I thought that she looked more like Leroux!Christine than Emmy did. Blonde, sweet, and innocent. I will be happy to check out your stories.
NLJones22: From Raoul: "Unless anybody says otherwise, this will be a duel to first blood. The seconds are only a precaution, mostly to serve as witnesses." From Lunasariel: "Hmm… POTO roleplaying always makes me a little nervous, for some reason. I tried it, and didn't like it all that much. Thanks all the same."
GerryLover15: I don't know if this qualifies as "soon" (If the stories I read updated this quickly, I'd be in rapture), but here it is!
Maska: Yeah, only thirty or forty years difference, there. What's weird about that (kidding)?
Fairy Godmoose: Don't know who the Persian is? Better ask somebody, quick. You probably didn't get much of this chapter, then.
Phantom Hamster: awww. I haven't said this since the reviewer responses for the first chapter, but thanks for your vote of confidence.
A preview for Socrates the Rat, Booby-Trapped Powder Boxes, And Other Hazards of Parenthood:
The setting: sixteen years after "that famous disaster," Raoul and Christine's house, then the Opera Populaire.
The characters: Raoul, Christine, Meg, Mme. Giry, The Emperor, Erik, various servants, and, Socrates the Rat, Plato the Starling, Nero the Cat, various other animals, and, of course, The Kids.
The problems: unruly children, social and political disgrace, possible haunting, and impending doom in general.