A/n: It's another 5:30 am fic! Anyone suprised at this? Do I still have to do those ruddy disclaimers? Oh FINE. (Sorry for the word 'ruddy'. I've been prowling the Harry Potter Fandome)

Disclaimer: I only own Erik and Co. when I'm having a small...party...at my house with.. ..dolls. So there.

'Say you'll share with me one love..one lifetime..' Yes..that's what she'd said...His Angel of Music. When he'd seen her out there,on the stage,on her own like that,shimmering with all those millions of sequins,covered in all that silk... He'd thought he'd died and gone to heaven... No,this was just the start of Hell,wasn't it?

Then,the Masquerade Ball,that lovely ring he'd given her was nowhere in sight. What was she so afraid of? He wouldn't let harm come to her,she should have known that! Christine,oh Christine...Why did you hide? He'd followed her to the roof...their song...oh that song...how could she sing it so easily to HIM now?

'She's a traitor..'The man thought to himself,shuddering with utter rage. 'She left you..for him...for that..that THING...' A faint meow struck his ears. He glanced to the side and snorted. He didn't want any company right now,even if it was from a friendly feline companion. He had to clear his mind..didn't he?

Opium..that was the answer..he hadn't done it for years,too afraid it would hurt his lungs,but tonight,who cared? Whipping a pipe from his jacket,he lit the small cake and inhaled deeply after fixing his lips to it. His brain almost instantly clouded..heaven..sheer..heaven... Peace from all that was happening... Where were those voices coming from...?

Inside his head..of course..that's all they could've been.. Why was he suddenly so weak? His legs dropped weakly from under him,depositing his coma-tose like body into the lake. He never woke up..

Poor Erik....

A/n: Shocking for me,ain't it? R'nR peoples! I might not kill him yet! Wait til chapter two!...Assuming I get reviews...and there IS a chapter two...