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Did Erik make it? Read to find out! There's a song by Evanescence in here, called "My Immortal" doesn't belong to me…I'm planning on doing a songfic with the same song as her soon, once my Power Ranger stories are done.
Special thanks to Tinkie for her encouraging reviews, and everyone else who reviewed. Keep an eye out for my next fic. It'll be a series of songfics that go through the movie, to get an insight of the characters' minds.
Also thanks to my friend Amanda (phan—chan) for her help with these chapters and insight on what go happen…
Last chapter, everyone!
My Immortal
The room was silent s he lay motionless. His white mask lay a few feet away from his lifeless body. His mask was caked in blood, as well as the ring.
Christine watched in horror was his body lay motionless. She slowly stepped towards him. "Erik…" she whispered. The police stood silent, waiting for a command from the Count. "Erik!" Christine's heartbroken cries echoed through the empty concert hall.
"No!" her son called. Erik tried to run to his father, but Raoul stopped him. Raoul watched as his wife dropped to the Phantom's side and stare into his lifeless eyes.
She ran a finger through his hair as tears flowed from her eyes. "Erik…" she muttered. "Please, don't leave me." Again, no response came. The soprano broke down. She remembered those words that he said when she left. "You alone can help my song…take…flight." She closed her eyes as she heard his response in her head.
"Help me make the music of the night."
Christine gasped. That was not a voice that was inside her head. "Erik?" she asked. She looked at his face and was lost for words.
"Christine," He muttered. "you look like you've just seen a ghost."
"Erik, you're alive!" she said happily. "But how…what…"
Erik reached into his jacket and pulled a few sheets of paper from his inside pocket. His son came careening up onto stage and fell next to his father, astonished at the papers the Phantom held.
"My score!" Erik said. The Phantom smiled as he handed over the score for The Return of Don Juan.
"I was going to return it to you later, but then all of this happened." The Phantom stated.
The reunion was short-lived as the Phantom was seized by the Constable. "Count, we have him!"
Raoul walked over to where Christine and his son stood. "Thank you, Constable. But that will not be necessary."
"What?" The Constable asked. The Phantom went bug-eyed. "But Sir, this man has countless murders, kidnapping, --"
"His record will be taken off, due to what he has done for my family and myself." Raoul stated. "He has helped us through this hard time, and therefore has done enough to repay his crimes." Raoul walked out into the middle of the stage and raised his voice.
"Let it be known today, this man, the Phantom, is a free man in this town. He shall have the same rights as anyone else here, regardless of his past. So uncuff him, Constable. He is an equal."
The Phantom stared at Raoul. "Why?" he asked.
"As I said before, you have helped us through of these hardships, rescuing Christine and my son, and putting yourself in the path of danger. For all that, you will be given the reward of freedom and equality. Anyone says anything to you, about…" he gestured towards his misshapen face. "they will personally answer to me."
He was still dumbfounded. "Thank you…I guess."
Raoul walked over towards Christine. "Darling, are you all right?" He hugged her, but felt no passion behind it. Her eyes lingered to meet the Phantom's, a gaze full of longing.
"Yes," she said. "I'm okay." It hurt her so much say these words.
"Come then, lets get you Erik checked out." Raoul took Christine's hand and lead her away from the heartbroken Phantom.
Erik looked at his father. His eyes were distant as they walked out. "Erik!" Raoul called. "Now!"
He looked once more and bowed his head. The police followed the young Viscomte out, leaving the Phantom alone on stage. "Christine," he whispered into the darkness. "I love you." She was out of his life…
…forever.
XXXXX
I'm so tired of being heresuppressed by all of my childish fearsand if you have to leavei wish that you would just leavebecause your presence still lingers hereand it won't leave me alone
XXXXX
A steady rain began to fall as the police, and the Count and his family exited. A triumphant smile came to Raoul's face as he, Christine and Erik stepped up into the carriage.
Erik watched as they pulled away from the empty opera house, a feeling of remorse and loneliness washed over him. All the time they had spent together working on his opera, gone. He tried to forget, but couldn't. The Phantom did so much for him.
Now it was gone, and just another memory.
XXXXX
These wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
and I've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
XXXXX
Weeks had gone by, and not a word from him. Raoul could not get Erik to talk to him for weeks. Not a single glance ever since they left his father standing in the opera house. The same had gone for Christine. He heard her soft footsteps across the room.
"Christine," he called. She looked at him, pain was visible in her eyes. "we need to talk."
XXXXX
You used to captivate me
by your resonating light
But now I'm bound by the life you left behind
your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
XXXXX
Erik sat at his organ, not a single spark of inspiration came to him. He was alone again, just like the years before she came. But now, he was free. Raoul gave him a life worth living. He could go out, get married, and have kids if he wanted to.
But there was only one woman for him. Tears soaked the keys as he let out a shaky sigh.
"Christine." Now, he had a son. A son that loved for him what he was, not what he looked like. All the time they spent on his opera was just a memory.
A memory that was turned to dust.
XXXXX
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too realThere's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
and I've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me
XXXXX
Christine stood at the bridal room, trying to keep her tears back. Raoul had requested that they renew their vows, because off that has happened. She looked in the mirror and saw herself standing in the wedding dress. A white mask suddenly appeared behind it.
"Erik." Christine said solemnly. The mask disappeared as the door opened, to reveal Meg standing there.
"Christine," she said. "what's wrong?" The soprano shook her head.
"I…don't know. Everywhere I look, I see him." Christine looked at Meg. "Everyday, I think of him." Meg hugged her friend.
"Then maybe you belong with him." she whispered. Christine looked at Meg, disbelief shown in her eyes. Outside the door, Raoul listened in to their conversation. He let out a heavy sigh and stormed out the door and ran towards the Opera house. His was going to set things right.
XXXXX
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
and though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
and I've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me
XXXXX
Christine walked down the aisle as her husband hovered in the dark. Tears came to her eyes as she saw the look on Raoul's pleasant face. His hair as neatly done, a wide smile plastered upon his face. It was a tradition in his family for the church to be dark as the bride walked down the aisle. The ceremony was conducted by candlelight, as per an old superstition: If a wedding could not be seen, no evil would come to it.
From his seat, her son watched, the same pain built up in his heart. He wanted to be with his father, the Phantom, so much. He wanted to see him again. But he never would. The Phantom stayed in his haven in the opera house. Personally, Erik would have liked to stay there as well.
"Father," he said as a tear slipped down his face. "I miss you."
"Lets begin." The priest announced. "We come here today to wed these two lovers in the bonds of holy matrimony. These two have fought through many hardships, but have kept their love strong. So here today, we are go join Christine Daaé and…"
The lights were turned on to reveal the man standing in front of Christine. She finally saw his face, a look of awe came over Christine as she smiled.
Christine felt warm lips caress hers in a sweet and tender kiss…
6 years later
"Erik!" a man called. Erik turned around, his friend Brian came careening down the street.
"Hey Erik. What are you doing after school?"
The teen smiled. "Father and I are working on my opera." Brian rolled his eyes.
"That thing, again?" Erik threw him a look.
"Madame Giry wants to make my opera happen. She wants to perform it and have me in the part of Don Juan."
"Neat. When's it playing? I may have to go see it." His friend asked.
"Soon." Erik said. He walked towards his house to see a young girl careening down the street. "I must be leaving." Brian headed off towards the other direction.
"Erik!" she called and jumped into his arms. "You're home from the store! Did you get anymore staff paper?"
Erik smiled at his sister. "Yes, Belle. I did." Belle smiled.
"Good. Father is wanting to hear your opera." Belle walked back up towards the house as her mother and father immerged.
"Erik, so nice of you to join us." His mother called.
"Now, Christine. The boy was busy working. Let him alone." She was about to say something, but he stopped her.
"Christine," he said. But Christine gave him a look and he shut his mouth.
"Erik!" Belle said. "Come watch the sunset with me!"
Erik sighed. "All right, hold on!" he and his sister walked towards the gate and sat down.
Christine smiled at her children as they watched the sun set. "They're perfect, aren't they?" she felt a pair of arms go around her waist. She leaned her head against his shoulder and let out a happy sigh.
"They are." She agreed. The sun peaked over the porch as she gazed into her husband's eyes. She traced the outline of a mask that lay against his face. "What is it that draws me to you, Erik?" she asked.
"Cold blooded killers get the girl." Erik chuckled. "No is it…the ex-Phantom of the Opera is free. I have a wife, two wonderful children and a beautiful life." He smiled.
His lips met hers in a warming kiss. Christine cocked her head. "I've been wondering something, Erik. For a while now."
"And what would that be?" he asked.
"How exactly did Don Juan end?" Christine asked. Erik smiled at her; the ending of his opera came into mind as he held her close.
"They lived happily ever after."
The End
That's all, folks! The end of "Immortal Angel"
Again, thanks to everyone who read and reviewed! Keep an eye out for my next series of songfics, title to be determined!
