Glad to see you all like it. Woohoo for the Christine bashing! ::hands out big sticks:: Bash away! Yeah, Erik is being mean to poor lil Amile. I'm almost to the point where everything starts happening. And you know it's only going to get better once we get there! This may be the last chapter when they're all sensitive torward eachother. The song in this is 'Spieluhr' by Rammstein. Spieluhr means music box in German. You can see the English version at the bottom. Oh yeah, and the title to this chapter is a Slipknot song. SlipknotTPOTOAngsty fics! Yay!

Chapter 11: Everything Ends

Amile had been aware of Erik's proclamation of love to Christine. Now she didn't know who she hated and who she loved. Whenever she thought of if she hated Erik, she remembered that without him, she would probably be dead. But when she thought of if she loved him, she remembered she was second best to Christine, and that broke her heart. It seemed like she was nothing to anyone. Even Audron took less interest in her. She even went as far as wondering that if she died, would Erik even care?

She wanted to know.

The December night took over Paris, making the snow light up, though she couldn't see it, she knew. Erik had told her that it was a night like this that he found her as a child. Now he was going to find her all over again. If he even cared. She went to the roof and stood next to Apollo's Lyre, wishing she could see anything. She knew that from the edge was a straight fall. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she climbed up to the top and dropped to the side a little bit. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes. Before she could jump, she heard a gentle whispering song in her ear.

"Hoppe hoppe Reiter
und kein Engel steigt herab
mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter
nur der Regen weint am Grab
hoppe hoppe Reiter
eine Melodie im Wind
mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter
und aus der Erde singt das Kind"

She gasped as she heard it. She had heard it before, the song, sung to her so sweetly. Then the voice whispered to her, "Do you really want to do this Amile?" She shook her head quickly and a hand came out to pull her back. She knew it was Erik and as soon as she was pulled back in, she sobbed into his chest. He held her closely to him. He too cried. "I'm sorry Amile. I know what I said. I was angry." She sighed into his chest. "I still love you daddy." He smiled sadly. "And I still love you too." Then she moved her head up. "What is that song?" He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "A song I sang to you when you were just a baby." He took her hand finally and led her back down.

He laid next to her again in the bed and nuzzled her neck gently. He sang it again to help her sleep. He sighed and laid on his back, his hand touching the deformed side of his face. He was so happy she could not see that. But he frowned when he remembered she would regain her sight again. He didn't care now. She was still his daughter. And it made him proud. He would probably never be a real father. This was as close as he would get. He appreciated it more than anything else.

Here's the English version!

Up and down, rider
and no angel climbs down
my heart does not beat anymore
only the rain cries on the grave
up and down, rider
a melody in the wind
my heart does not beat anymore
and the child sings from the ground