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Don't Fear the Reaper

All our times have come

Here but now they're gone

Seasons don't fear the reaper

Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are

Come on baby, don't fear the reaper

Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper

We'll be able to fly, don't fear the reaper

Baby I'm your man

— Don't Fear the Reaper, Blue Oyster Cult

Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera nor do I own the song Don't Fear the Reaper.

Hello and happy Halloween! Today is supposed to be the last day to enter my Halloween one-shot contest, but if you find that inspiration just doesn't strike until tomorrow, I'll still count it! I personally never seem to be able to write a Halloween story until the day or two after myself! So I'll accept entries until November 2nd at Midnight Eastern Time zone! This one-shot is Halloween themed a bit sad, but I hope you like it! It's very short; I tried writing a Halloween one-shot that was more of a love story and not super morbid!

Read and leave a review if you liked it! They always make my day! Have a safe and Happy Halloween everyone!


The screech of the violin resonated throughout the entire house as Erik froze.

Someone was in his house.

He clutched the violin tightly in his hand and slowly turned around only to come face to face with death.

Quite literally.

"So I see we finally meet….you've followed me very closely all my life," Erik started, staring at the shadowy figure in front of him, letting go of his violin with one hand to remove his mask- he had no need for it now.

Death, all in black, held out a bony hand beckoning Erik towards him.

"It is finally my time, is it?" Erik asked, violin still in his hand.

Death simply nodded.

Erik hummed in approval, and began to walk past death. "I see…might I make a request first? Before you take me? You've waited this long, after all- god knows why- but what's a few more minutes?" Erik asked, his eyes staring into the soul-less pits that were the eyes of Death.

Death cocked his skeletal head before lowering his hand. Erik took it as permission to continue to talk.

"All I ask is to be able to play a requiem on my violin for myself and that after you have taken me I can have the ability to fulfill one final wish…from the other side of course…" Erik bargained.

Death was motionless for a moment before nodding and slithering back into a dark corner of the room, just barley visible. But Erik could still see him.

Erik could always see him, even before now. He had always been there, waiting...and waiting...and watching...and waiting...always tempting him...always there...

Now it was finally time.

Erik raised the violin to rest under his chin once more and struck the first note of his self composed requiem. Then he played until his fingers grew stiff and cold on the violin strings and his heart thudded to a slow stop as Death finally claimed him.


Christine Daaé had seen more things in her lifetime than she cared to ever share. She had grown old, or at least older than her husband had grown. Raoul had crossed over 10 years ago and left Christine alone to tend to their house and love and dote on their own children and many grandchildren. But she had had enough.

She was more than ready.

She now sat in front of her vanity, brushing her graying hair back into a braid to ready herself for bed; her night robe swirled around her, satin just hardly grazing the floor.

And this moment was when she heard it.

Something she hadn't heard in years.

Violin music sounding as if it was ascending straight from heaven. The music surrounded her and she knew at once who was the musician. Her eyes drifted shut and her heart swelled. So many thoughts came in and out of her mind but one particular one stayed at the front of her mind:

Why had he taken this long to come for her?

She stood from her chair and looked in the mirror only to see a shadowy reflection playing a golden violin next to her own.

And she knew at once who it was.

"Erik…"

The music continued, perhaps now softer, as Christine turned and walked slowly over to him. He was unmasked and draped head to foot in black. Every detail was just as she recalled, right down to every blue vein that decorated his face. "You've kept me waiting a long time, you know…"

It was then that the violin music stopped and the figure set the golden instrument on the ground. Erik stretched his hand out, just as bony and welcoming as ever.

Yet Christine hesitated.

"Christine, do not fear me, I've come to take you home…"

And that was all the reassurance she needed. She closed the distance between them and grasped his hand in hers.

"Take me home, Erik, take me home."

And with that Christine gently placed her lips over Erik's and felt herself drift into the peaceful solace that was death, safe forever in her angel's arms.


The End.