A/N: This is the chapter I have been both waiting for and dreading. THIS IS NOT THE END- there is one more chapter. Get out your kleenex everyone, I was crying while I was writing it!
**walks off huming 'Past the point of no return'**
DISCLAIMER: Is this really neccessary? If it is, seek therapy.
Chapter Ten- Past the point of no return…
Last time on 'Wandering Child':
Excerpt from the diary of Erik-
I would remember for the rest of my days the reaction I had to the gunshot. My eyes shut as I waited for the inevitable pain. Everything slowed down and distantly I heard glass breaking and a male scream of shock and pain. Then nothing. But my first coherent thought was,
'Getting shot sure didn't hurt as much as I thought it would'
And then I made the worst mistake of my life, I opened my eyes.
*
Christine untangled herself from her bindings and hurled herself at Raoul seconds to late. The gunshot went off just before Christine pushed Raoul… right out a window. She watched as he landed square on his back on the sharp side of a rock.
Slowly turning back to Erik she hoped that the shot had missed him, that perhaps Raoul's aim had been just as off as before, but her hopes were thrown into the ashes when she beheld the scene in front of her.
*
Erik's eyes opened and a shocked gasp forced its way out of his mouth.
Black hair… Marguerite…
He heard a soft whimper of pain before her knees gave out. Erik swallowed a sob as he caught Marguerite and fell with her to the floor. Her head lay in his lap, her eyes glazed with pain. And the full effect of what she had just done for him raked wholes in his soul. She had just taken a bullet for him and she was going to die.
"Marguerite," he whimpered, bordering on sobbing. "You stupid, stupid girl, why did you do it? Why?"
Christine almost lurched out of no where to his side. "Marguerite!" she cried.
Marguerite's hands were over the wound under her breasts. She took a shuddering breath and it hitched in pain. Erik's despair increased when he could hear the blood gurgling in her throat. Blood slipped out of the corner of her mouth.
"No, no, no, no, no. You can't die, you just can't!" Christine sobbed.
"Oh mama," Marguerite said. "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt that much anymore." Marguerite attempted to wipe away her mother's tears but her hand fell limp beside her, devoid of strength. Christine grasped in immediately between her own.
Marguerite coughed, more blood coming out of the sides of her mouth as she did so.
"My precious Marguerite… what have you done? What have you done?" Erik sobbed as the tears finally broke out of his eyes.
"Sh…" Marguerite crooned with a smile. "No, no you mustn't cry. You have to be brave and strong. I want you to take it. Take my life and live it for me, never stop the waltz of life until death claims you too. You have to be happy… if not for each other, for me."
Darkness started to invade her vision, just like when she was about to fall asleep. She knew she would never wake up again but still…
"Sing to me… sing me a sweet lullaby… sing me to sleep, one last time…" Marguerite asked.
Christine nodded shakily, starting the lullaby she had sung to her daughter every night once upon a time, "Baby mine, don't you cry. Baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine. Little one when you play, don't you mind what you say. Let those eyes sparkle and shine, never a tear, baby of mine."
Erik caught the tune immediately, remembering that Christine had sung it to him long ago when she was his pupil. It had been a lullaby her father had sung to Christine before his death. And now she chose to sing it to Marguerite.
He joined in at the next verse, "If they knew sweet little you, they'd end up loving you too. All those same people who scold you what they'd give just for the right to hold you. From your head to your toes, you're not much, goodness knows. But you're so precious to me, cute as can be, baby of mine."
Excerpt from the diary of Christine Daae-
And I will remember that moment for all time. Her eyes were slits by the time we reached the last note, but her eyes opened wide just for a second and they glowed so brightly, so brightly. Her eyes must have seen us then, together. A smile came to her bloodstained lips, one of true peace that I will forever envy. And then her eyes slowly closed in eternal slumber. And her hand went limp in mine. And her beautiful soul finally went where it belonged…
**cries**
**finally controls herself**
Okay, okay... review or I wont post a happy ending (no not the alternate scene just a way to make this tory end bittersweet)
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEview!
**walks off huming 'Past the point of no return'**
DISCLAIMER: Is this really neccessary? If it is, seek therapy.
Chapter Ten- Past the point of no return…
Last time on 'Wandering Child':
Excerpt from the diary of Erik-
I would remember for the rest of my days the reaction I had to the gunshot. My eyes shut as I waited for the inevitable pain. Everything slowed down and distantly I heard glass breaking and a male scream of shock and pain. Then nothing. But my first coherent thought was,
'Getting shot sure didn't hurt as much as I thought it would'
And then I made the worst mistake of my life, I opened my eyes.
*
Christine untangled herself from her bindings and hurled herself at Raoul seconds to late. The gunshot went off just before Christine pushed Raoul… right out a window. She watched as he landed square on his back on the sharp side of a rock.
Slowly turning back to Erik she hoped that the shot had missed him, that perhaps Raoul's aim had been just as off as before, but her hopes were thrown into the ashes when she beheld the scene in front of her.
*
Erik's eyes opened and a shocked gasp forced its way out of his mouth.
Black hair… Marguerite…
He heard a soft whimper of pain before her knees gave out. Erik swallowed a sob as he caught Marguerite and fell with her to the floor. Her head lay in his lap, her eyes glazed with pain. And the full effect of what she had just done for him raked wholes in his soul. She had just taken a bullet for him and she was going to die.
"Marguerite," he whimpered, bordering on sobbing. "You stupid, stupid girl, why did you do it? Why?"
Christine almost lurched out of no where to his side. "Marguerite!" she cried.
Marguerite's hands were over the wound under her breasts. She took a shuddering breath and it hitched in pain. Erik's despair increased when he could hear the blood gurgling in her throat. Blood slipped out of the corner of her mouth.
"No, no, no, no, no. You can't die, you just can't!" Christine sobbed.
"Oh mama," Marguerite said. "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt that much anymore." Marguerite attempted to wipe away her mother's tears but her hand fell limp beside her, devoid of strength. Christine grasped in immediately between her own.
Marguerite coughed, more blood coming out of the sides of her mouth as she did so.
"My precious Marguerite… what have you done? What have you done?" Erik sobbed as the tears finally broke out of his eyes.
"Sh…" Marguerite crooned with a smile. "No, no you mustn't cry. You have to be brave and strong. I want you to take it. Take my life and live it for me, never stop the waltz of life until death claims you too. You have to be happy… if not for each other, for me."
Darkness started to invade her vision, just like when she was about to fall asleep. She knew she would never wake up again but still…
"Sing to me… sing me a sweet lullaby… sing me to sleep, one last time…" Marguerite asked.
Christine nodded shakily, starting the lullaby she had sung to her daughter every night once upon a time, "Baby mine, don't you cry. Baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine. Little one when you play, don't you mind what you say. Let those eyes sparkle and shine, never a tear, baby of mine."
Erik caught the tune immediately, remembering that Christine had sung it to him long ago when she was his pupil. It had been a lullaby her father had sung to Christine before his death. And now she chose to sing it to Marguerite.
He joined in at the next verse, "If they knew sweet little you, they'd end up loving you too. All those same people who scold you what they'd give just for the right to hold you. From your head to your toes, you're not much, goodness knows. But you're so precious to me, cute as can be, baby of mine."
Excerpt from the diary of Christine Daae-
And I will remember that moment for all time. Her eyes were slits by the time we reached the last note, but her eyes opened wide just for a second and they glowed so brightly, so brightly. Her eyes must have seen us then, together. A smile came to her bloodstained lips, one of true peace that I will forever envy. And then her eyes slowly closed in eternal slumber. And her hand went limp in mine. And her beautiful soul finally went where it belonged…
**cries**
**finally controls herself**
Okay, okay... review or I wont post a happy ending (no not the alternate scene just a way to make this tory end bittersweet)
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEview!