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Chapter 18

The day went by quickly and the time to perform L'Ange came. Everyone was rushing around getting their costumes on. Erik and Emily were in their room getting ready. She was helping him put on his jacket when for no particular reason at all Erik asked a rather quizzical question,

"Are you alright?" Emily frowned,

"Yes I'm fine, why do you ask?" Erik eyed her warily,

"You're deathly pale, you've lost weight over the past few months that I've been with you, and your face is looking very sallow." Emily turned away covering her face. Her husband put his arms around her waist and held her, "I'm only pointing that out because I love you, mon amour." He turned her around and lifted her chin up, so that they were seeing each other eye to eye,

"Your eyes tell me that there is something that you are hiding from me..." Emily put on a smile and shook her head,

"I'm just tired, my love..." She kissed him on the lips and continued to fix him up and then started working on her costume. Erik said nothing more on the subject but kept watching Emily. Clearly, this was a completely different Emily from the one that he fell in love with. He shook his head. It's not that she was different in personality, it was just physically...she was starting to look like a corpse. Erik gave an involuntary shudder. Emily saw him,

"Are you cold?" She went over to him and put her small hands on his arms. He shook his head and smiled,

"No dearest, I'm just...a little nervous." Emily gave a weak laugh at his little white lie,

"The Infamous Phantom of the Opera is nervous of being on stage? Please, don't make me laugh." She giggled making her husband smile. Now that was the Emily he knew best. She walked into their bathroom and shut the door. A few minutes later, she came out in her first costume. It was a white dress with black lace on the dress. She twirled around,

"How do I look?" He smiled,

"Picture perfect, my dearest!" There was a knock on the door. Monsieur André came in,

"Come on you two, the show is about to start!" The three of them ran towards the backstage area. The lights dimmed and it was time to start the show. Erik turned to Emily,

"Good luck. I love you." She smiled,

"I love you too, Erik." He kissed her passionately and after they parted, watched her go on stage with Carlotta, and Piangi. There was a terribly sad song playing as the lights went up. Piangi was laying on the bed onstage while Emily and Carlotta took either side next to him. They were pretending to cry as Piangi comforted them,

"Dear wife, do not worry, I will be safe in Heaven." He coughed. Carlotta began to sob harder,

"George, I cannot live without you. We cannot live without you!" Emily sobbed,

"Papa, you will get better, you'll see!" Piangi shook his head,

"Angeline, I'm dying, there is no hope for me!" He smiled at the both of them as he let his body go limp and weakly whispered,

"I love you both...goodbye..." Emily and Carlotta then began to cry hysterically for a few moments. Then, Carlotta got up and walked towards the end of the stage but she turned around,

"I will get the coroner to come and take the body away." She then began to cry once more and walked off the stage. Emily threw herself on Piangi's body and cried. The music began to change as she began to sing,

Your body's cold, your body's limp

Yet I can't believe you're gone.

But somehow I know that you're finally home

So I'll try to cry no more.

The music kept playing as she paused for a while, pretending to cry. She looked out into the audience and saw that some of the women were crying silently. Emily let the tears trickle down her face,

I know I'll be there someday,

And you'll be there to greet me!

But now I'm here on my knees,

because you have left mom and me.

Daddy, why did you have to go?

My dearest father, you weren't that old

But I will see you one-

There was the sound of a gunshot. There was screaming coming from the audience and they all ran out towards the door. Emily looked down at her dress. The white and black dress had a circle of blood and it was growing, slowly saturating the dress. Emily heard somebody screaming as she fell back. She felt herself being caught and being put on the floor. She focused her eyes and saw that it was Erik. He had a look of helplessness as he held her and screamed for help. Her blood was slowly soaking his white shirt and black pants but he didn't care. He repeatedly told her that he loved her, and that she was going to get better. She knew better, this would be the last time she would see the beautiful face of her husband. She smiled and blood spilled out of her mouth as she weakly sang in a whisper that only Erik could hear,

You alone can make my song take flight...

Emily's eyes rolled into the back of her head as it bent backwards. Her breathing stop as Erik tearfully sang in a whisper,

It's over now, the music of the night!

He held her dead body close to him as he sobbed hysterically in her hair. The cast members and the Viconte circled around watched from the wings of the stage. Christine sobbed into Raoul's chest and Meg hugged her mother while both of them were sobbing. Erik's weeping grew louder and louder. In despair he screamed out,

"EMILY!" and he held on to her, never wanting to let go.

A/N: I hoped you liked it, but it's not the end. At least not now, I still have a chapter to go. I'll try to update as soon as possible! See you next chapter! And remember to Review the chapter too! Love you guys!