Hi all. Well, I only got one response from my last temporary chapter. I'm very dissapointed in you all! TT How could you live with yourself? Aren't you ashamed? Arent you? Aren't you? AREN'T YOU? AREN'T YOU?

Ok, well, thanks to a good reader, unicornripple (Terribly sorry I forget your pen name), she gave me a great suggestion. This chapter I'm giving her credit. I did twist it around a bit though.I LOVE YOU! XP

I'm all hyped up on sugar this morning. So I think I'll give a thanks to all of the reviewers out there. You guys are what make my world go round! Keep up the reviews! and to those of you that asked, in the last chapter, I didn't make up the lullaby. I got it from another fanfic. But with the author's permission of course.

Disclaimer- To all you people out there who think I may actually own Phantom of the Opera…..OF COURSE I DON'T OWN IT YOU IDIOTS!

(I'm using Erik's P.O.V in this chappie, seeing as Annie is out of her mind at the moment.)

The moment I felt Annie's light body fall limp into my arms I felt warmth. Not like Christine. No, no, definitely different. The time Christine fell in my arms, I was quite surprised that she would faint. (Author's note-- hehe. I hate christine so much. Christine: Oh! I'm so beautiful! I think I'll faint!) In fact, I had expected her to be dazzled by the wedding dress. But no, I should have suspected it wouldn't work out, being as how monsterous I am. but this time things were going all as planned. The reason I had drugged Annie was because she knew too much. She was too riskyto be kept concious at that moment. I had learned not to trust anyone anymore. I tried with Christine, and look what became of me. I had learned my lesson.

Just as I was about to carry her away from the backstage, I heard a voice.

"Annie? I forgot my coat!" It called. It was Christian again. I sighed. Why does that boy always have to get in the way of plans? Just like...I sneered at the thought: Raoul. Just like Raoul. I straightened to my full height, Annie still unconcious in my arms as Christian saw me. His blue eyes were wide open in awe first at me, then at Annie. "Annie! What did you do to her?" He asked me bravely as I stared coldly at him.

"She fell off the catwalks and fainted. I was merely trying to help." I lied calmly as I could. I shifted positions so Annie was draped over my shoulder and my free hand was straying to my cloak to grab the Punjab Lasso...

Christian glared. "Liar! What did you do to her?"

"Dare you call the Opera Ghost a liar?" I made my voice beam through the room, causing Christian to jump back a little.

"I...I'm calling the police!" Christian said frightenedly, reaching for a phone on the wall. I was getting frustrated easily. Why had he made this so hard?

"You touch that phone and you won't live to see the morning." I gritted my teeth as Christian turned around to face me.

He glared, reaching for a small dagger in his pocket. "Let her go."

I grinned evily. "As you wish." I let my grip go on Annie, letting her fall to the floor carelessly. I grabbed the lasso and leaped at him angerly. He threw his dagger startledly at me, and I ducked as it flew past my head, and into the wooden lion figure of the chapel banister. The rope landed on his neck, and I pulled without a thought, and continued to pull, choking him until he stopped squirming and his face turned white. I let go of the lasso as he fell to the ground. He was dead.

I sighed taking the lasso off from around his neck regrettingly. Oh god, I thought. I killed him.

I had put the lasso rope back in my cloak, and picked Annie back up. I brought her to the ballet dormitory to rest, the drug wouldn't ware out for a couple more hours. I walked into an empty bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me. I sat on the ground, Annie cradled gently in my arms. I shut my eyes tightly,hugging on to Annie like a lost child as tears began to roll down my cheeks. "Why am I such a monster? Why?" I thought sadly. I could never resist the urge to kill. And if Annie found out I killed her best friend she would hate me. I began to sob silently, holding Annie tighter.

Until I felt her move, as she began to toss her head back and forth gently until her eyes fluttered halfway open. "Erik...?"

Yes, another cliffie. Sorry, I like to make you suffer. I hope to get more reviews, I'll take em all. Even flames.

Yeah, yeah, my chappies are short. sorry. But it's just not gonna change. So if this is not your cup of tea, I suggest you look elsewhere.

SUGAR! XD