God, I think I'm spoiling you guys with all these updates! After this chapter, I'm not updating unless I get a lot of reviews! MWAHAHAHA! lol Well, here is the next chapter. And no Chrissy, reviewing again and again does not count! lol Anyway, here's the chapter before I change my mind... hee hee. Oh yes, a warning: Get some spare tissues because this chapter is very ahem depressing and angsty.. I'm sorry. I was listening to myEvanescense cd while writing this. I needed something to clear my writer's block.

Chapter 13

Ally tossed and turned onto the bed. She was having a dreadful nightmare. She was drenched in sticky darkness. She thrashed about but couldn't budge. The darkness sticked to her, beckoning her to join them.

You'll be free of the pain, it hissed, join us and leave the gloomy life you've always known. Ally squirmed. Somebody wake me! Please! She screamed out into the blank darkness.

Deep pools of woe spilled over and suffocating her, soaking her from head to toe. Dripping with the jet-black drops, she weeped as she let the evil shadows overcome her mind, body and soul.

Drowning into the substance, she became nothing. Then, she heard a voice rescuing her singing a soothing lullaby and easing theshadow's firm grip on her. She was comforted by the voice and reminded her of someone.

Erik... She whispered. Thinking about him, she fought the darkness. The blackness howled and then everything was silent. The voice still sang as boldly as ever. The song and voice cradled her, rocking her to sleep

Sleep, my sweet angel

Rest your heavy head...

Don't fear for me darling

I'll still be here beside your bed...

She succumbed herself to the direction of the voice and felt serene. She finnaly rested peacefully without any fitful nightmares to bother her.

Erik glimpsed at Ally, sadness in his eyes. He took her hand, frightened by how cold it was.. "Ally..." Erik whispered as he slowly carressed her fingers, trying to bring some warmth to it.

Tears rimmed his green eyes. He felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He turned his head slightly. Madame Giry stood over him, giving him a reassuring smile."Erik, don't cry. You have no reason to. It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself."

Erik shifted his head and gazed sorrowfully at Ally. "You were right all along, madame. I should've never goten involved with her. She is going to die because of me I'm losing yet another person I dared to love... Was it written for me to lose everything I ever loved or touched?" He spoke softly.

Erik still remembered the doctor's words... the doctor Madame Giry had hired. Oh those horrid words that would be etched into his mind forever...

"She is in a comaright now," the grim doctor had confirmed," It seems to me she has caught a deadly case of pneumonia. There is nothing else I can do. We don't have the medication she needs here in Paris. I'm deeply sorry, madame but it will be a miracle if she even survives..."

Erik sobbed at the memory. Madame Giry quietly stepped out of the room, deciding it was best to leave some time for Erik to be alone.

Erik flinched at how pale Ally was. She was literally on her death bed. Erik, nontheless, sang to her, hoping it would wake her deep down wherever she was residing now.