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InfinitelyBoredForTheMoment: You'll see why her dad is supporting her insanity later in the story since I'm starting a sequel fic after this is done, one that I'm doing as an experiment to see if I like the formatting. I know that for a fact, only it's a bit of a twist from Love Never Dies, and it'll stay in the Phantom Fanfic section.

And to the rest of my wonderful readers, as promised, here is the flashback with the rest of the song, altered to fit! We all know what Raoul and Christine sang, but this is the new version for Sarah's clan!

This will be the boys singing

This will be mommy singing.

Both will of course be both singing. Enjoy!

"You killed again," Erik said calmly looking at her as she laughed. "You're tired of it, yet laughing. I'm afraid I don't understand."

"The looks on their faces," she smiled as she calmed down. "When I put the head in, I didn't expect them to find it immediately. But boy, I sure am glad they did!"

"Why did you base your life off of mine?" Erik asked her, and she tilted her head before sighing heavily.

"My brothers laughed when I was attacked and supposedly killed," she said after a very long pause. "I didn't know why they hated me at the time, but over time and with some spying I learned that it was because they envied my emotional freedoms that came through my dad since he ignored them a lot when we were kids. Then again, he ignored us all, just me less than them."

"Your father lives separately from your mother?"

"It's been that way for as long as I can remember, since before I was three years old. My dad sent me letters in the mail and had taught me all about you and how he felt that you were somehow important to our family tree, but he couldn't explain very much because mom was screening all of our mail. My mom hates my dad, and she always has, but my brothers… they listened to everything she said and clung to her words like a lifeline. I was the only one that got curious enough to ask about what she was saying and get both sides of the story."

He blinked and crossed his arms while shaking his head.

"Where is the rest of the body?" he asked in a parental tone, and she smiled up at him sheepishly.

"I sat it up in Principal Carlo's office," she said mischievously, and Erik's cobalt eyes widened in shock and clear amusement. "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist!"

The two broke into laughter in unison, stopping only with Sarah yawning. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes and filled up a water bottle at the water fountain, drinking the cold water to wake her up thoroughly. Erik chuckled as he saw her method of staying awake, and the two went off together for a slight walk, with the conversation staying on their feelings about being isolated and just why they hated those that they tormented. Sarah was quite shocked at Erik's calm, caring, and composed behavior. He was such a gentleman, she marveled. But then again, he was probably trying not to ruin their friendship.

"I didn't quite catch what your mother was singing with your brothers," he finally admitted just as she was wondering if what she and Erik had would be called a friendship. "What were they singing?"

Sarah scowled as her mind went back into the past and tears of hurt and betrayal filled her eyes.

… (Flashback, Sarah PoV)…

I ran as fast as I could toward the area in the school that I knew was going to represent the roof. I wanted to be there for the phantom – no, Erik – when he was emotionally hurt because of Christine and that idiot Raoul. The only thing that patron had become good for was to take her away from my man. I wouldn't admit that for the world, not until everything was said and done.

I knew as soon as my mother and brothers became visible to the phantom, whose eyes had narrowed dangerously at the sight of them. At the time I had only been grateful that Mr. Fancy-Schmocks-Girl-hooker-wannabe Raoul wasn't able to see them. Yes, I was pissed at them, and yes, I wanted them to pay for what they'd done, but once upon a millennium ago they'd been there for me and cared for me like no other could. They had even been there for me when I had been bullied constantly by the other kids in third grade and couldn't take it.

But it had also been them that had forced me to move to a more metropolitan town called Fayetteville, and it had been them that had forced me to stay in school and ignored me after almost every day during my fourth through seventh grade years. The only time that they'd really paid attention to me was when they'd wanted something like the dishes done or for me to be their human version of the house-elves from Harry Potter. I was jolted from my reveries by the sounds of my targets beginning to sing.

No more talk of darkness, forget these wide-eyed fears
I'm here, nothing can harm you my words will warm and calm you
Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears
I'm here with you, beside you to guard you and to guide you

Say you love us every waking moment
Turn our heads with talk of summertime
Say you need us working, now and always
Promise us that all you said was true
That's all we ask of you

Let me be your shelter, let me be your light
You're safe, Sarah is long dead, this whole thing is a charade
We want our dear sister, her world with no more fright
And you always beside us, care for us, and protect us

Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime
Let me lead you from your solitude
Say you need me with you, here beside you
Anywhere you go, let me go too
My sons, that's all I ask of you

Sarah tuned them out for a few more verses, snapping out to her senses as they sang one final line, with her heart breaking as it had never broken before since she was raped.

Love me, that's all I ask of you

Sarah's heart had never broken like that before, she was slowly growing filled with more and more hatred and rage towards her family as they continued to betray her more and more. Not only had her brothers listened to their mother, but she had been the root of the problem before she had faked her death! The only one that had listened to her was her father, and even then it was only because he was the school's counselor for those that had the last names that started with T and went on with the rest of the alphabet!

She was more than furious with them, and rightfully so. Their mother had said to let her have some fun and to protect her from anything dangerous. And yet they had ignored her screams for help, and of pure pain and emotional agony as pain had ripped through her from the football players destroying one of the things that she held near and dear to her heart.

The other reason she was so furious was that her brothers fled from the scene after almost everyone else, and had watched stupidly and smiling as Toni was tortured and left dying while she was stabbed in the right shoulder. She knew that had she been stabbed in the left, she'd have died because of the location.

As tempted as she was to destroy her brothers, she wanted them to suffer ultimate humiliation when it came time for her to exact her revenge. She was tired of her job, yes, but she wanted it to be over so badly and to see the phantom, her phantom, her Erik, again that she had rushed through her plans and made preparations to re-enact the scene right alongside them. Any other plans that she had for the trio would have to wait until that was over. Revenge had been on the back burner, but now that they had dealt one final blow to her, they had declared war upon themselves.

She hadn't known the phantom was shaking with hatred beside her until he began singing softly in unison, both from complete heartbreak. Sarah forced the feelings of dread away when it came to destroying her family. She had to be strong, she had to go through with it, she knew. Coney Island depended on it, or a modern version of it, rather, did.

…(End Flashback)…

"Mademoiselle?" she heard, and looked up to find Erik gazing at her curiously and almost worried, much to her confusion.

"I'm fine," she said softly.

"Are you?" he asked, striding towards her. she cringed as the two heard a very familiar sound to them as of late: police sirens. "Do you think they'll investigate?"

"No, I used gloves," she said softly. "So long as I'm not in the building, they can't have access to me. if I'm not in my lair, they can't do anything. That's why I made it look like a tutoring room for multiple subjects and for music fans. After all, the desktops are my bed, but the insides are my storage for dresses. Nobody will look behind a few textbooks to look for dresses."

"You, mademoiselle, are truly very thoroughly cunning," he smiled gently. "But we may want to leave."

"I know just the place," she said softly opening the door.

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