Happy Halloween, everyone! Just a little random plot bunny I came up with while going trick-or-treating earlier...enjoy.

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All Hallow's Eve—A Dialogue

"What are you doing?! Put me down! Put me down! Let me go, you—"

"Quiet! Stop—thrashing—"

"No! I demand you put me down! You can't do this to me!"

"I can do anything I damn well please, Comtess. Now, here; drink this."

"No! You can't make me!"

"You're ruining your voice by screaming like that, you know."

"'I can do anything I damn well please'!"

"Suit yourself."

"Give me that! I'm thirsty."

"Very well."


"Mmm… this is good."

"Here, have some more."

"Thank you."


"What's in this, anyway?"

"It's just a little wine, that's all."

"It's very good."



"Of course, Comtess."

"Please…call me Christine."

"Of course, Christine."

"You're not having any."

"I'll have some later, my dear."

"Are you sure? It's really good."

"I'm sure, Christine."

"Why on earth do you still live here?"

"What do you mean?"

"I thought…well, after the fire…"

"I've nowhere else to go."

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"It's all right."

"No, no it's not! No one should have to live like this!"

"Really, Christine…I'm happy here."



"What are you staring at?"

"Nothing…here, look, your glass is empty again. Would you like some more?"

"Oh, yes, please."


"Tell me something."

"Anything, Christine."

"Why did you waste your time on me?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"When I was little…why did you spend your time teaching me?"

"Your voice is amazing; it needed to be taught."

"But, you're a genius; you could have had anything you wanted—"

"Not everything, Christine."

"Oh. …I'm sorry…"

"It's all right, my dear."


"Here, have more."

"Why do you look at me like that?"

"Because you're beautiful."

"Raoul never looks at me like you do… You know, sometimes I wonder why I even left you."

"As do I, Christine. As do I."

"Do you miss me?"



"Oh, God, you're so beautiful…"

"Angel…my Angel of Music…"



"Mmmm… That was…"


"Yes. I'd forgotten what that felt like…"

"Would you like another?"



"Wait, hang on, I can't breathe…"

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry, Christine."

"Don't apologize, silly. I just need to catch my breath."

"No, I shouldn't have given you so much—"

"I told you not to apologize. And the drink was lovely; could I have some more?"

"It's…it's empty."

"Oh, how rude of me, I didn't leave you any. How can I make it up to you?"

"Christine, I don't think it's a good idea if you stand—"

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Angel. Now, tell me: how can I make it up to you?"

"Make what up to me?"


"Oh. Well…"