Author's Notes: I announced in the last chapter that there would be a few surprises coming up. Well, surprise one: fellow readers and reviews I sadly say that this is the last chapter of "You Raise Me Up". I wish I could keep this phic going, but I can't. I have a ton of other fanfictions running around in my head that must be written down or the plot bunnies will never leave me alone. Okay, I realize that was a bad surprise but I have a good one now: even though this is the last chapter, there will be an epilogue. Be on the look out for that!

Specail Thanks: (Man, I just love these): First and formost, I have to thank Gaston Leroux for writing POTO, otherwise we would not have the Phantom we know and love! Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber for writing and brining us a new version of Leroux's tale and creating one of the best musicals of all time! Gotta thank Gerry Butler, for his all around sexiness and the beautiful voice that he gave to the Phantom! Josh Groban, for the inspiration of this fic, and finally: to all those who took their time to read and review this phic, also to my email buddy: GerrysISUChick04! All you guys rock! Ahem Ladies and gets, I present to you, chapter eleven...

Chapter Eleven: Help Me Say Goodbye:

"Erik!" Meg cried as she dashed to her beloved's side.

The younger Giry let the tears escape from her eyes. She let her eyes travel across his still body. Meg's eyes grew dark at the weapon that had been pludged into his chest. Raoul had killed Erik with his sword. Meg brought her hands around the hilt of the sword and removed it from the Phantom's body.

Once it was removed, she exaimed it. It was drained in her beloved's blood. She tossed it aside and brought her attention back to Erik. She hung her head, she had been too late.

Erik slowly opened his eyes when he felt a tear fall upon his cheek. He smiled and looked to see that Meg had come. The angels had answered his prayers.

"Meg..." said Erik, his voice no louder then a whisper.

The younger Giry looked down at him in amazement, he was alive! Meg removed his mask, revealing his rehorrent face. She let a hand rest upon his rough skin. Erik smiled up at her. He would never have to where that mask ever again.

"It's going to be all right. I'm here now. We can leave this dreadful place and never look back."

Erik managed to left a hand to Meg's cheek. The younger Giry's skin was so soft under his touch. Tears filled eyes. This would be the last time he would see or touch his beloved. "I am sorry I can not give the life of love and music that I had promised."

"Do not speak such words. The night is still young. You will heal." Meg said to him. All though, deep down, she knew that Erik would not be able to fullfill his promise. "I do not know what I shall do without you..."

"Remember, I will always be with you..." Erik assured.

Meg leaned down to brush her lips against his for a finale kiss. As they parted, Erik sang his last song: "You alone can make my song take flight... It's over now, the music of the night..."

The younger Giry watched as Erik took his last breath, and his body grow still. Meg through her arms around Erik's body and cried upon his shoulder. He was gone...

At this time, Madame Giry came out of the shadows and went to her daughter. She put her arms around her and tried to calm her. "It is all right my deal. The horror is over. The Phantom is dead."

A surge of rage ran through Meg as she felt her mother embrace her. After all that had happened, the Madame still saw Erik nothing more then a monster. He had been a man, a kind, caring man, who had a name. Meg would give it to her: "Erik."

"Pardon?"

"Erik. His name is Erik."

Meg pushed herself away from her mother as Raoul asked: "That monster had a name."

Meg could not take it anymore. She grabbed his sword and stormed up to him. Raoul backed away as Meg pointed the weapon inchs from his face. "Yes! He had a name!" she spat. "Erik was the name of a man who loved me and you took him away!" the younger Giry cried. "If you took his so easily, then you can take mine as well! Go ahead! Do it!"

Raoul was taken aback as Meg turned the sword over to him. Surely the ghost still had power of her. She was acting mad. "He was a horrid beast that deserved this!"

"Erik was not the beast! You were!"

As they continued to argue, Christine remained silent. She looked upon the Phantom with sad eyes. It had all been a mistak. An awful mistake. Christine could not bear Raoul's bickering any longer.

"That is a enough!"

"Christine!" Raoul replied. He turned to her. "I am sorry... Are you all right?"

"No... we were mistaken..."

"You do not agree with myself and the Madame that this was the right thing to do?"

"No." answered Christine.

Christine turned to Meg. She still held the sword. Christine pulled it slowly away from her grasp.

Meg looked at Christine through tearfull eyes. Though Ms. Da'ae had caused great sadness to her fallen angel, she still remained a dear friend. "He loved me... He really did love me..."

Tears fell from Christine's eyes at her friend's words. She embraced. "I know my darling, I know..."

Meg embraced her friend and the two cried upon each other's shoulders. When they parted, Christine offered: "If you wish, I can help you with the arrangements concerning his funeral."

"Where can we put him to rest Christine?" asked Meg. "No one showed him compassion while he was alive. Who will show it to him in death?"

"It will be all right, I promise. Now, come and we shall talk."

The younger Giry took one last look at Erik. She was hoping against all hope that he would rise again, but he did not. The tears continued to flow as Chrsitine lead her friend back into the Opera House...

Meg watched as Erik was put to rest within the Da'ae family plot. The service was short. Raoul and Christine were the only ones who attended with Meg.

The younger Giry did not let her mother any where near her on this sad day. Catherin was no where to be found either. After the death of the Opera Ghost, rumor spread that guilt had over took her, and she fled the country. Meg was thankfull for that. She did not care to look upon her face, ever again.

As the day came to an end, Raoul was the first to leave. Meg watched him. She did not know if she would ever for give him of his dark deed.

Christine remained behind to talk to her friend: "It is time to go back..."

Meg turned to her. "Go back to what? I have nothing Christine."

Christine went to embrace but Meg stepped away. "I thank for you all you have done. I- I- just want to be left alone right now."

"I understand. I will be waiting for you back at the Opera House." replied Christine, and she removed herself from the cemetary.

Meg returned her attention to her beloved's grave. She let her hand trace the engravement that was printed upon his tombstone:

Here lies the Angel Of Music

May his song forever take flight...

"Erik..." she sobbed.

Meg would never forget the man who filled her life with passion, love, and song. The younger Giry would make sure of it. She would continue his songs and his tale. The Phantom would indeed live on.

FIN

(TBC... for Epilogue)

Author's Notes: (continued): It's always sad at the end. I hope I made at least one or two of you cry! I know I cried. LOL! Here... passes out free tissue boxes I would have warned you all in the first set of author's notes but I didn't want to spoil everything. Now remember, the story has one more chapter to go. So, who knows what might happen. evil phantom laughter

Review Shout-Outs: Computerfreak101 and others- steps away slowly Don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me. LOL! Trust me everything that has happened will be explained in the epilogue, along with another small surprise. And let me help kill the whinny bastard too! LOL!

GerrysISUChick04- Can't bring in another character, and kill everyone. I might do that to Raoul later in another fic though. evil laughter