A/n: Bonjour my dears! I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter. The beginning of this chapter may not suit some of you, but don't fret, it has a wonderful ending. Since all of the characters are Parisians, I've decided to make them speak some of their native language. Just tid bits though and I do tell ya what they mean. I think I'm forgetting something…(big question mark hovers over authoresses head) Don't remember..

A big round of applause and red roses with black ribbons to my reviews for chap.3!

Kathy.L

Tex110

DragonheartRAB

Chapter 4

"Will you marry me?" The smile fell away from her face, replaced with a grim frown. Damn my spirit to the bowels of hell. His spirit will never be the same again, because of me… Tears graced her cheeks as she spoke softly, heartbroken in to the sudden silence. "Erik.. I'm sorry, but I…"

No.. She can't do this. She loves me.. Why would… She's still engaged to the damn vicomte! That bastard won't be alive much longer to hold the chains to Christine's heart.. Don't say anything Christine, I won't let you. Pain twisted his gut in to a thousand knots, his eyes watering and spilling over his cheeks. He jumped from his crouched position, taking Christine in his arms.

"Erik…" Her voice was muffled by his soft lips. Erik! Why do you make this harder than it already is, kissing fixes nothing in our dilemma.

"Erik! I need to tell you…"

"Don't. Don't destroy my dreams. I love you." He sobbed squeezing her shoulders painfully. These words were said with such emotion, that Christine lost all thought on the subject. Instead, she took his face in her hands and brought it to her lips.

"I.. I can't… This can't happen my love, you must know the truth." Agony surged through his veins, "The truth means nothing to me now! The only thing I know is that you love me, that's all I want to know!" A small flash of anger shot through her body,

"How do you expect to live, to go on without the truth? Listen to me.." He turned his head away, hiding the pain in his eyes.

"Tomorrow." He whispered, broken. Startled, she stared at him, her self hatred rising with every breath. He has known nothing but pain in his life. This news can wait. She took a small step and with her arms stretched held Erik's trembling body.

"Tomorrow than my love, tomorrow." She felt his arms slid around her back, his warm breath tickling her ear. My poor angel. A velvety melodic note wisped through the silence around them, encasing them in Christine's musical asylum. Erik's breathing steadied, his tears ceased, and his body began to feel limp in her arms. Fearing that he would collapse on top of her, she directed him to his bedroom, settling him neatly on the silk sheets. Sleep took him in it's calming grasp, leaving Christine alone in the darkness. She finished her song, caressing his face tenderly.

Hours passed with them, encased in the darkness, lying next to each other. Opening her eyes, she sought out the clock, finding it to be about 7 o'clock. With a heavy heart, she left Erik's side, going for a piece of paper. Holding back tears, she began to scribble a note, describing her horrendous situation:

Mon amour(my love), Erik,

I love you. I swear I do, but we can't do this. I've bound myself to Raoul and I turn back now. I'm so sorry, I knew I shouldn't of come here, but the memory of you took over and now, I've hurt you worse than before. Do not dwell on me and please, whatever you do, do not come looking for me. Forgive me my love,

Si long et au revoir mon amour,(so long and good bye)

Christine

She trembled as she wrote this, tears streamed down her face. I can never forgive my actions, but I can for them with my life. If I make it pert, maybe he will get a grudge rather than lament. She signed the letter sloppily, blinded by tears and fled from the cave before she burst out crying. Idiot! Clover shifted nervously at his masters uneasiness. She wiped tears from her eyes and spoke to clover, her only friend at the time.

"Why did I go there! If I had just stayed with Raoul, this wouldn't be happening. These horrid feelings shouldn't have gone so far, cut so deep. I love Raoul, I really do, but now I love Erik just as much. Je suis le fait de baiser vissé(I'm fucking screwed)"

With the point of her shoe, she gave Clover gave clover a soft nudge, forcing him to gallop quickly towards the manor. The icy blistering wind dried the tears from Christine's face and sent her curls flying.

I broke Erik's heart once before and now I've shattered it in to finer pieces! He's going to come for me, I know he will. Even if it kills him, he will come. Meaning I must hurry… But what about Raoul? I can't leave him to the hands of Erik, he'll rip him limb from limb.. I'll just have to leave him a note.. Tell the maid or something! God damn my foolish heart! I'll rid them of myself, of this appalling burden. They deserve better.. Raoul should marry meg, not me. I wish I would have told Erik how beautiful he was, how talented…He does not deserve the hell in which he buries himself in. I love him so, yet I refuse to be the cause of any more of his unhappiness. Without me, they're lives will be easier. I know it will. Her heart broke in to finer pieces with every unforgivable thought and plummeted to the bowels of earth where darkness reigns supreme.

She directed Clover into one of the stalls, handing clovers reigns to a cheerful stable boy. "Thank you mademoiselle, anything else you'd like me to do?" She shook her brown curls, "No, no, monsieur. That will be all, merci très beaucoup."(thank you very much) Going to the library, she whipped out a piece of gray parchment and a quill. Trembling, she wrote a note to Raoul.

Mon amour,

Being locked in your prison of juvenile and inhuman treatment, I lost hope in our relationship, though still continued to love you. But when I learned of your secrets, we lost all hope of healing our engagement. I know about your affair with Meg Giry. I saw how you the letters, the lipstick, smelled the perfume. There is no arguing with this my dear, our marriage is ruined. I hate you for this, yet still love you. In sorrow, I did something unforgivable. I went back to the opera house, searching for some one I thought I lost so long ago, Erik, The Phantom of the Opera. I cannot deny it, I love him. (She dared not go into how deeply she felt for him, not wanting to upset him any more) I did not betray you like you did me, yet stayed with him, in a eccentric state of pure bliss. When I realized my actions, I decided my fate. I love you both equally and refuse to break another heart. I will rid you of this monstrous burden. If by suicide to relive you, than so be it. Do not grieve, though I don't know why you would. Marry Meg, be happy! Although, the minute you finish reading this, get out of the house. Immediately.

Si long et au revoir mon amour

Christine

After sealing it with a small wax seal in the De Changy coat of arms, she walked silently to her bedroom. She froze at the door. Raoul's voice echoed through the door way. A pleasuring moan, and than a woman's loud giggle. One that she knew very well. It was Meg.

"Oh my god.."

She dropped the note in front of the door and ran down the stairs, her blood pounding in her ears. Tearing in to the kitchen, nearly blinded by tears, her hands gropped around in the darkness for the all to familiar object. A sharp pain went through her slender finger. Found it, was all she could think of, and was off. I hate him! how could he do that? Why did I do that? How can I still love him? How can Erik still love me? How can... What am I doing? Wallowing in self pity? It's time I took this pain and let it out. the consequence of my actions will be repaid and the burden I put on everyone's shoulders will be relived.

The night air was cold, and barely illuminated by the pale glow of the moon. Stalking through the darkness, Christine resembled that of a small, ghost, trailing after the unknown, ever so cautiously. The frigid air bit through her thin wardrobe, sending repulsive quivers through her. Down an alley way, around the opera house, through the town, past a pound, and deep in to a forest, she was led by her provoked decision. Memories, good and bad, pestered her, throwing what ever it could at her. I must concentrate. Mustn't loose focus.

Almost an hour later, Christine found herself facing a glittering lake. This is it. May my spirit burn for it's sins. Glittering tears leaked down her face splashing against the dull blade of the knife. Branches from a willow tree shaded her from the world as, she set the tip of the blade to her skin. She pressed down with all her might, pain streaking up her right arm. A long deep gash appeared under her blured eyes. With a cry of anguish, she tore at her arm again, letting the pain seep down in to her soul.

"Adieu monde!" (farewell world)Numbly, she moved the blade to her left arm, white knuckled hands clutching the knife fiercely. Tears streamed down her face, leaving crimson streaks behind it. She heard a faint noise of rustling leaves some where behind her, yet ignored it. Pushing the knife deep within her arm, she felt her breath catch in her breast. Drawing the bloody weapon out from her arm, she cut more shallow slits into her flowing arms that shook with fear and pain.

The knife ripped into her smooth flesh once more, leaving a ragged tears in its wake. The blood blossomed across her dress, dripping onto the sandy dirt. The noise was growing louder, with every breath she took. Her ears pounded, her face paled, only one thought crossed her mind. Erik. With one last hack, she fainted into the arms of Erik. Swearing at the gory mess before him, he began ripping cloth from his cloak profusely.

"Don't die on me, my love. I won't loose you this easily, not again." He was terrified, he had no clue what he would do if she were to die. Probably something worse than what my angel was trying to attempt. Lifting her mangled wrists to his bandage, he became alarmed at the damage that she had inflected upon herself. She's such a tiny person, how could she have done so much? And with a dull blade! My poor angel…

While wrapping her wounds in a red stained band aid, Erik tried not to think of what might have happened if he did not make it in time. Morbid thoughts of his mangled love flashed in front of him and he shivered violently. Such thoughts made him abjectly afraid and sorrowful. A single tear slipped from his eyes. Realizing he was crying, he silently swore at himself. If he broke down right now… He didn't even want to think of it. He already had enough trouble with his pained heart and Christine's sudden taste for morbid tragedies. Erik pulled the unconscious Christine to him, whispering reassuring words, Mostly for his sake, seeing that she was asleep.

"Christine what have you done?…" He sighed, tears welling up in his forest green eyes. Shredding the long black cloak into more long thick strips, he bound her wrists in a red ribbon like band aid. He looked at his distraught fallen angel and thought with distress,

Christine, how could you do this! Cut your wrists, try your hand at death… You shouldn't have to experience this feeling of self loathing. Suicide, I thought nothing could brake your spirit.

Lifting her fragile body, he noticed the considerable amount of weight she had lost. The creases in his eyebrows deepened, What has that fop been feeding her? Perhaps telling her wicked lies, so that she would starve herself…

Her head fell softly on to his shoulder, mouthing non coherent words in silent screams. With a simple movement, he positioned her so that his hand lay soothingly on her back, comforting her in her fiendish nightmares of hell.

"Mon chérie, so restless. So broken, your love for life seems to have diminished with the will to live. Je vous aime.(I love you)"

"Ange.. (angel)"

Her usually, soft and musical voice was etched with ice and a horrible pleading note. Shivers ran down his spine, his feet moving soundlessly through the woods. His eyes trailed across her paling face, her body almost as cold as his soft touch. Curls bounced wildly about her face, some bunched up with dry blood. The thin white dress she wore was soaked in it, spots here and there, a large crimson stain along her front. Her ruined garments made the peaceful girl look like she had just single handedly fought a brutal battle. The fact that she had lost so much blood, petrified Erik.

If I hadn't of gotten there when I did, my poor ange would have passed into darkness. That damned Vicomte destroyed her spirit. If it wasn't for his unfaithfulness, Christine wouldn't be like this. I'd like him to meet the end of my lasso. The débauché fichu(damn fucker)… Erik blazed with fury for Raoul. A cold passionate hate flowed through Erik's veins. préparez-vous à subir un destin malheureux…(prepare to meet an unfortunate fate) Erik now had something to occupy himself with when he retuned to his lair.

a/n- hehe. Told ya it was a good ending.(laughs maliciously) To all those who are Raoul lovers, no I won't kill Raoul. He's a needed character.