A/N: Welcome to the beginning of the end of my phic. This is one of the last three chapters I would like to thank all my reviewers. Here goes.
Disclaimer: I don't own PotO
Erik's POV
I continued to slowly walk through the endless corridors underneath the opera
house.
This is it. Tonight the fop's life ends.
Yes, the thought itself made me smile.
I eventually caught up with him.
He must have slowed down to think or something.
I quickly slipped the lasso around his neck, and like a dog walked him to the lake,
I couldn't stop smiling.
Christine will have to return to me.
She'll have no where to run to.
She won't have any more childhood sweethearts to go cry to.
She has no need to cry now.
She will have all she ever wanted.
Let the dream begin.
And with that I threw the mostly dead fop into the freezing lake.