Disclaimer: I don't own anything... the movie 'The Phantom of the Opera' (1990) is by Tony Richardson... and the quote at the end is from Mozart's Requiem. I wrote this fic at three o'clock in the morning, after I had seen the movie from 1990 (with Charles Dance and Burt Lancaster; which is a very good movie by the way)... I cried so much... especially at the end, but also earlier... and I just couldn't help it, I had to write this fic. BUT there is NO HAPPY END!... I really didn't feel like that when I was writing it... so, be warned. Dona Eis Requiem Dona Eis Requiem

„No!"

Erik was shot... he was falling… falling down the roof of the Opera house…

"No!" I screamed again and ran towards where he had been standing. "No…"

Thankfully he hadn't fallen far, just a few metres… he was still alive! Gerard was with him, holding him in his arms…

I ran down the slanting roof and knelt besides him.

"Christine…" he whispered weakly.

"Erik…" I couldn't stop the tears running down my face. "Erik, I love you."

"Oh, Christine…"

I reached up to take his mask away.

"No… don't…"

This time I did not faint, this time I did not cry. I smiled through my tears and leaned down to kiss him.

"I love you."

"Christine… I…" Erik managed a weak, yet blissful, smile and then his voice faltered.

With a last happy sigh, he died.

"No… no… Erik… please, no…"

I stared at him in shock.

"You can't die… please… Erik…"

It was no use.

Erik was dead.

Gently, I put his mask back on.

I stood up.

I could see the other shouting, but I could not hear them. I couldn't hear anything. There was an excruciating pain in my chest, as if my heart would break. Suddenly I had trouble breathing. I clutched at my chest and gasped.

'Erik is dead'

The words echoed endlessly through my head.

No. It couldn't be… how would I ever be able to live without him?

I stood up and staggered away from his body. Escape… I had to get out of here… I had to…

Suddenly I stopped.

I was standing near the edge of the roof. It was a very long way down.

"Yes…" I whispered to myself.

This would be the ideal solution: no more pain… no more grief… I would be able to see Erik again…

Ignoring everything and everyone, I stepped onto the edge.

With a backwards look at Erik I turned to face the abyss.

"Erik… I will follow you."

I opened my arms and let myself fall forward.

I fell… and fell… and fell… the wind was rushing around me. I felt no fear… I only thought of Erik… I would see him again.

I did not hear the Vicomte de Changy call out to me, nor did I hear his scream as I jumped. I did not hear the policemen calling, I did not hear Gerard. I heard nothing. There was only the wind and the pain of my broken heart.

And then I heard HIS voice… Erik was singing for me again.

Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine,

et lux perpetua luceat eis.

Lacrimosa dies illa

Qua resurget ex favilla

Judicandus homo reus.

Huic ergo parce, Deus,

Dona eis requiem.

Libera eas de ore leonis,

ne absorbeat eas tartarus,

ne cadant in obscurum.

Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine,

et lux perpetua luceat eis.

Dona eis requiem.

(Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,

and may perpetual light shine on them.

Mournful that day

When from the dust shall rise

Guilty man to be judged.

Therefore spare him, O God,

Grant them rest.

Deliver them from the lion's mouth,

neither let them fall into darkness

nor the black abyss swallow them up.

Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,

and may perpetual light shine on them.

Grant them rest.)