"Angel, please, please don't do this!" she heard Christine's voice grow nearer until she could finally see her come from around the house, following the Phantom himself. He was distraught and disheveled, his clothes were dirty, and his mask was still off. He seemed older, not as powerful, as he tried to ignore Christine's pleas.

Christine appeared in a wedding gown, lace trailed from the petticoats all the way up to her throat, covering a satin underlay, rosettes decorating the bustle. Her blond hair was wild and trailed behind her, unlike the Sarah Brightman version, truer to her Scandinavian roots.

Tears smudged her stage make up, but she seemed a lot calmer than she had in the months Amelia had seen her. She stood still, watching Erik, he was busy moving around some barrels from a boat near the lake. He ignored her cries, busying himself. Christine moved towards him slowly, until she was so close she could touch him. She touched his arm gently. He didn't shirk her away but he looked petrified.

"My Angel, please… do not harm the Viscount, he has done nothing to…"

"Nothing!" he hissed, escaping her touch, "You expect me to believe that? I'm sure you would love nothing more than to leave here right now with your handsome Viscount."

"I… I don't know, why must I make this choice this way! Why can't you give me time?" she cried.

"You have had your time, Christine, surely by now you must know what you want. You've always know. You just pity me, the darling child that you are."

"I am NOT a child. But this choice is my own and it has tortured me, my Angel, can you not see how it is killing me?"

Erik stopped, not betraying himself by looking at her, the dark circles under her eyes, the pallor of her skin. Amelia didn't realized she was holding her breath, and she quietly exhaled slowly, ignoring the knots in her stomach.

"Well my dear," Erik said slowly, "I am going to make this decision a lot easier for you. Do you see these barrels? If your answer is yes then you will be my living bride. If your answer is no, everybody will be dead and buried!"

He began to laugh manically, he was losing it, "Choose or we shall all be buried together under the music under the stage."

"Please, please let him go!" Christine cried.

"Of course, you would do anything to protect your precious Viscount. You'd even suffer down here with me, of course you wouldn't last long now would you. Some accident might befall you by your own hand of course, who would be able to stand to live with me."

Amelia couldn't bear to see him suffer so, all that he had done to her, but Christine looked shocked at his accusations.

"Angel…" she walked towards him and he seemed to shrink under her gaze. She moved towards his face until they were nearly nose to nose. She rose on her tip-toes and kissed his lips tentatively. He didn't move immediately, but he seemed to find his courage and as she moved away from the kiss, he pulled her in to him and they shared a second kiss, much deeper than the first. Her arms encircled his waist and his hands found her hair and they seemed to melt into each other in passion.

Amelia couldn't watch anymore, her head fell and she hugged her knees, shivering, wishing that she would die. The jealousy boiled inside her and she knew that it was over. Why on earth had she come here… clearly Christine loved Erik back. This love story was over for her.

After what seemed like hours, Christine and Erik parted. They both had tears streaming down their faces. They just stared at each other for a moment, neither happy, nor sad, just blank. Erik ran his hand over her cheek for a moment and sighed. Before Christine could say anything, he walked towards the back of his home and revealing the Viscount who was passed out.

Christine looked surprised but relieved, "My Angel, I promised to stay. Thank you for keeping your word."

As she approached him, he hoisted the Viscount up and Raoul began to stir awake. Erik walked him over to the boat, "I promised you, my dear, but the love you have shown me has been my greatest gift. Now, I will give you a gift as well, your freedom. Take the boat, leave with your Viscount. Please go."

The Viscount was nearly in the boat but Christine showed no plan of leaving, "No, my Angel, please, I love you, please don't send me away."

Erik closed his eyes, "It is because I love you that you must leave me. You don't belong here with me. I know you love your young man, and I insist that you marry him and live in the sunlight. Go, please go!"

Christine cried but she saw the Viscount starting to stir, she made her way to the boat and stepped in. She went to take off the ring Erik had given her but he clasped his hands around her hands, "No my child, that was a gift, please keep it and think of me."

She nodded and leaned forward to kiss his forward, "I will be back my Angel, promise we will see each other again."

He turned away from her, but managed to utter these words, "We shall meet again, Christine."

She nodded, unsure, but she began to stir the boat away, her eyes never leaving Erik's. Raoul was still out, but he back to move slightly showing signs of consciousness. Erik didn't move either, watching Christine sail away with the Viscount. His hands were balled up into fists, tightening the further away they got.

Once the boat was out of sight he collapsed, kneeling to the floor, his fists grasping the back of his head, and he shook so violently. He was silent for a moment until Amelia heard his sobs. Before she could reveal herself, he jumped up and began destroying anything that he could get his hands on.

Mirrors, the barrels, anything nearby began to break and was thrown around and completed obliterated. His rage lasted awhile until his hands showed signs of bleeding and he again crumpled to the ground, near exhaustion. Amelia was afraid to come out but she couldn't stand to see him like this. She inched out from her hiding spot, silently moving towards Erik.

He didn't notice her approaching; he was still crouched on the floor. He was shaking when he reached over and put her hand on his shoulder. He flinched but still did not look up, "Christine, please, I told you to leave. Please…" She did not reveal herself just yet, she stroked his head and his neck to try and calm him down.

"Christine… I was wrong… I was so wrong, I don't deserve you or anyone, just please go. I cannot love you the way that… I twisted your affections for me… please just…" Erik lifted his head and when he saw Amelia, he stood up abruptly nearly knocking her over.

"What…" he began pacing around the ruins of his lair, "what are you doing here?"

"I came to see if you were alright, Erik. How could I keep away? After what you did…"

"Yes, I let the chandelier fall on those people, yes I kidnapped Christine, so why on earth are you here, Amelia? Another woman with pity for the poor ugly monster who dwells in darkness, I told you, I do not need your pity! How could you love anything like that?"

"I don't know…" she whispered, "but I love you the same way you love Christine, I just can't help it. I can't help the way I feel…" she turned away, "I know you don't love me anymore, maybe you never did, but I will always care about you. I'm sorry for getting in your way, again."

She left his side, prepared to try and sync herself back into the future, when Erik grabbed her wrist, gently this time. "Amelia, wait, I need you to see something. I need you to understand. Please." Before she could protest, he led her back into the lake house.