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Your Night Is Dieing

Christine's POV

Mme. Giry and Meg came as soon as possible. I was incapable of removing the knife from Erik's chest. I just couldn't do it. I couldn't stand to see him in pain. But I stood by his side as Mme. Giry removed it, and held his hand. I could barely watch.

Meg, my dear old friend, went to take care of my darling daughter. She told me that Erik had named her Elisabeth's godmother. I almost cried. Everyone had helped raise my daughter, except me.

I sat by Erik for two days. I never slept or ate. Erik was still in shock and motionless. I kept one small candle beside me and that was it. When the glow illuminated movement in his face, I held by breath. He opened his eyes, he was alive.

He grasped my hand, and took a sharp intake of breath as he tried to sit up.

"Don't," I muttered running my hand down the bandages that covered his strong body. "you might start bleeding again."

"Where's Bethy?" he forced out.

"She's fine, Erik. She's worried about you though." Erik closed his eyes. Instead of relief, I saw pain.

"That was the hardest thing she's ever had to do, Christine. She's never had to hurt anyone like that before. Now she's going to have that burden with her, her whole life." He was right.

"She did it to save you Erik. She's so much like you! She's strong, unlike me and she'll be alright. In time, she'll let it go.

"Maybe," he muttered. For what seemed like forever, I ran my hands up and down his shoulders. His eyes started to close again.

"Don't leave me Erik!" I said grasping his shoulder. If he died, and I was left to tell Bethy her beloved father was dead, I don't know what I'd do. He took my delicate hand in his strong one.

"I'm just resting, don't fret. I'll come back to you." His voice was so weak.

"Erik! You can't promise me that! You're light is dieing!" tears were falling down my cheeks. Suddenly, his eyes got cold. I don't think was going to sleep now.

"What light?" his voice was filled with anger. "leave me, I need time to think." I did as I was told. At the door, I stopped. My long curls swirled across my face as I turned.

"Erik, I love you so much." With that I left. He didn't respond. I closed the door, and left him to his thoughts. Whatever they may be.

I saw Bethy sitting at the piano, playing it with perfection, and singing. Perfectly.

on las cuevas boulevard
there she works her fingers hard
playing castanets and swaying
to a steel drum in the dark
she wears flowers in her hair
sings calypso in the square
people calling out the windows
to the gypsy girl down there

all day long
she waits for
him to come
and night to fall

Her singing was pure, and perfect. Erik had trained her well. The song reminded her of her relationship with Erik. But the music wan't his stylr. Had she written it?

she goes
underneath the colored lights
where the carnival is flashing bright
the boulevard, just heating up
her gypsy heart

there he waits beneath the stars
on las cuevas boulevard
she falls into her lovers arms
sweet gypsy heart

like a satellite they spin
her gold scarf against his skin
her toes tapping on the table
like she's dancing just for him

red maracas in his hand
he lifts her up then back again
turning round and round in circles
to the rhythm of the band

just until
the sun comes up
just until
she's had enough

she goes
underneath the colored lights
where the carnival is flashing bright
the boulevard, just heating up
her gypsy heart

The song ended to fast for me. I wanted to keep hearing her beautiful voice that had been deprived from me for so long. My daughter turned and looked at me, and all I saw was Erik. It reminded me of the first time I had removed his mask.

"That was beautiful, sweetheart." I said, by breath still lost to me.

"Thank you." She even sounded like him. "I wrote that myself." She said walking toward me.

"I thought maybe you had. It wasn't the type of music your father tends to play." There was a long pause.

"Is he alright?" she asked gently. I felt so much pain from her.

"He'll be fine,"

"Don't make promises to me that you can't keep." With that, she walked away from me.

"I'm going to see my father," she said harshly. As she reached the door, she turned. I saw the dainty white mask around the rim of her eyes. She had his eyes.

As she left me and shut the door, all I saw was Erik.

A/N i hoped u liked it! I know this could have been 2 chappies, but people have been asking for longer chapters! I DON'T OWN THE SONG! REVIEW!