A/N: Last chapter, I know that part of it is repeated from another one, but it was to perfect not to put in it. Please review and read the authors note at the end and tell me what you think. This is the best chapter yet, thanks to emma, she edited it. Thanks Emma. I love you!

Ch 11

Emma went to the chapel with her mother to put her wedding dress on. Her mother, who helped dress her, stood back and smiled, her eyes sparkling at what she saw.

"Oh, Emma you look beautiful!" She beamed. "Jonathan will be so happy." Then adding with a low whisper. "Much better than that Aric you liked." Emma rubbed her fingers against the white lace on her dress letting out a sigh.

"Mother, must you start that argument again?" She whined.

"It never was an argument." Christine said callously flicking her hand.

"It will be an argument if you don't stop it." Emma snapped. She hated at how insensitive her mother could be.

"Emma," Christine said resting her hand against her daughter's shoulder. "are you telling me that you are having second thoughts about this?"

"No mother," Emma growled through clenched teeth. "I'm saying that I never had a thought about this. The only reason I told Jonathan that I would marry him was so that Aric would come and save me." She then turned gazing triumphantly at her mother. "I know Aric, he will come, even if he is just in the shadows he'll be here." Suddenly Christine's eyes narrowed her face darkening into a menacing glare.

"You!" She sneered. " I can't believe you did this. You're father is going to hear about this!" She screamed. Then glaring at her daughter she let out a huff stomping out of the room. Emma sat down on the dark wooden bench inside the chapel folding her hands in her lap. She wasn't worried. She knew what her father would say. And she knew exactly what she would say to him. Suddenly the doors opened and in came her father. His graying-brown hair was pulled back from his stern face, his steps echoing through the chapel.

"Your mother is having a hissy fit you know." He said sitting next to her.

"I don't care." Emma's said coldly. Raoul sighed his features softening.

"Why do you hate her so much?" He asked.

"I don't hate her," She voiced dryly. "She hates me." She then looked at her father her gaze intense. "I know that I have a part of the Phantom in me and that's what bothers her, but there's nothing I can do about it."

"How do you…?" He asked stunned.

"Yes dad, I know all about your adventure with the Phantom of the Opera. You hid it from me for so long." She then smiled her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "But not long enough. I have seen the caves of the opera house. I have seen it all." Raoul's eyebrows knitted with suspicion.

"Who told you?" He asked.

"Madame Giry. You couldn't think that it would be hidden from me forever." Raoul closed his eyes pressing his fingers against his temples

"Just promise me you won't ruin this for your mother." He said.

"No, that is a promise I can't make." She then looked away signaling that the conversation was over.

"Damn it Emma!" Her father yelled. "Can't you just do something for us without causing such a scene about it!" He then growled raking his fingers through his hair. "For as long as I remember, you have ruined every opportunity that your mother and I have set up for you." Emma then looked at her father her eyes narrowing.

"When did this all become about you! This is my wedding isn't it! Shouldn't I be allowed to marry the man that I love!"

"Emma that isn't the point. Ever since you met that lunatic of a man Aric you have ruined everything." Emma then brought her hand to her father's chin moving his gaze to hers.

"Shouldn't you just have let me go?" She whispered. Raoul's face suddenly darkened and brining up his hand he slapped her hard against the cheek. She gasped as the side of her face stun with pain. Then looking up she watched as her father walked out of the room the doors slamming as he left. "Oh Aric." She sighed tears filling up in her eyes. "Why didn't I just let you take me when I had the chance?"

An hour later her father came to walk her down the isle. As they walked, their arms interlinked, neither Emma nor her father showed glances of affection but instead revealed cold, blank stares resembling statues. People's sobs filled the chapel giving their marriage an eerie feel of a funereal. Emma's stomach churned painfully as she saw a soft golden light from above illuminate Jonathan. Her husband… A shiver ran through her spine as she felt her father depart, leaving her alone with Jonathan and the priest. For the wedding Emma had decided that her and Jonathan wear masks, a comforting feeling to know that she could look at his face while not actually looking at it. Jonathan's mask was black with a silver rim…the type of mask Aric would wear. She smiled as she imagined herself marrying Aric instead. Aric, with his raven black hair, his piercing but gentle blue eyes and then his voice… melodic and soothing. As her dreaming of Aric mesmerized her, she became distant, drowning out the voice of the priest. She didn't even notice that Jonathan nodded his head instead of saying I do. It was then when the priest asked her the same vital question, her mind still fixated on Aric that she answered on impulse.

"I do." She said aloud, her voice ringing crisp through the chapel. The priest clasped his hands and smiled.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Emma's face paled as the priests words suddenly sank in. It was final, she had married Jonathan. She slowly took off her white mask, letting it fall the floor. She watched as Jonathan began to remove his mask but quickly moved her gaze to the floor. She could feel the rising heat of embarrassment and shame rush up her face. Her eyes began to prickle with tears. She couldn't watch. But then suddenly a gasp ran over the audience making her look up in surprise. What she saw made her heart skip. The man standing in front of her was not Jonathan, but Aric. She had married Aric! He looked at her and smiled and she couldn't help but run into his arms, pressing her lips warmly against his. She softly moaned in pleasure as he wrapped her closer in his strong arms, their kiss deep and intimate. Oh, how she wanted this moment to last forever… Suddenly a sound banged through the chapel making Aric and Emma quickly split apart. Christine had stood up haughtily from her bench, swishing her curly brown hair from her face. Her eyes darkened with anger at what she saw.

"You bastard!" She squawked, her finger pointing accusingly at Aric. "How could you ruin this! And you…" She sneered her finger sliding over to Emma. "You slut! You Whore! How dare you!"

"Oh shut up!" a voice said. Christine swirled around frantically to see Christian standing up in the back. His gaze was intense. "You can't ruin this for them any longer!" He yelled sternly, his voice echoing through the chapel. Christine met his gaze, her eyes narrowing into fine slits.

"Watch me." She growled. She then stomped up and grabbed Emma's wrist, yanking her towards the door. Raoul came to help, beating off anybody who tried to interfere, which was few because most of the audience was too stunned to move. Emma tried to wiggle away as her father shoved her into the carriage but his grip was too strong. It wasn't long until they had reached the house, where she was then barricaded in her room. Emma screamed and cursed as she grabbed the door handle jerking it relentlessly but getting no progress. She groaned out in frustration, running and banging her body against the hard wood of the door but not even that could make it budge. Realizing her loss she fell to the floor sobbing, fresh salty tears streaming down her face.

"Emma there is no point in crying anymore." Came a harsh voice from outside. Emma wearily lifted up her head, wiping the tears off her cheeks.

"There is nothing that you can do anymore, Jonathan." She said back at the door, her voice hoarse from crying. "I'm married to Aric, and he will come for me, so will Christian and Michael."

"That can be easily amended." He mumbled. Emma's face hardened at his words, her jaw tightening in anger. She then remembered her knife in the drawer, and clutching it in her hand, she screamed thrusting the knife through the door's wood.

"Ahhh! You bitch!" Jonathan gasped clutching his wounded chest. Blood gushed out, soaking his shirt. He groaned, stumbling blindly down the stairs. "Damn you…Damn you!"

Emma laughed softly at the sound of Jonathans pain. He deserved it after what he did to her. Emma suddenly yawned, a wave of exhaustion flooding over her. Her limbs ached while a dizzying heat ran up her face. She gently laid down on her bed and closed her eyes, falling into a soothing deep sleep. With her breathing even, she dreamed of Aric. He was standing in front of her, singing with his angelic voice. She couldn't make out the song at first.

"Start again," She whispered. "I can't hear you."

"Emma," some one shook her. Emma opened her eyes to see Aric sitting next to her. She gazed into his deep blue eyes.

"Am I still dreaming?" She asked. He smiled and pulled her in his arms, cradling her face against his chest.

"No. I am here for you." His said, his voice warm and sweet like honey. "You don't need to be afraid anymore." He then brought his lips to her ear and began to sing.

"Dear my love, haven't you wanted to be with me

And dear my love, haven't you longed to be free

I cant keep pretending that I don't even know you

And at sweet night, you are my own

Take my hand,

We're leaving here tonight

There's no need to tell anyone

They'd only hold us down

So by the morning light

We'll be halfway to anywhere

Where love is more than just your name"

Emma moved out of his embrace and looked into his eyes, singing back to him.

"I have dreamt of place for you and I

No one knows who we are there

All I want is to give my life only to you

I've dreamt so long I cannot dream anymore

Let's runaway, I'll take you there."

Aric and Emma then grabbed each others hands and sang together their voices strong and blending together.

"We're leaving here tonight

There's no need to tell anyone

They'd only hold us down

So by the morning light

We'll be halfway to anywhere

Where love is more then just you name."

Aric ran his fingers down her cheek, locking a piece of her brown hair behind her ear.

"Forget this life

Come with me

Don't look back your safe now

Unlock your heart

Drop your guard

No one's left to stop you now."

When Aric finished singing he brought his face towards hers, kissing her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck, teasing her fingers through his black hair. When the kiss stopped he moved his lips to her ear, giving it a small kiss.

"I love you." He whispered. Emma moved away and looked into his eyes, smiling.

"I love you too." When Emma looked over and saw a piece of paper and a pen on her desk she decided to leave her parents a note. It read:

I have left, leave me alone. By the morning light, we'll be halfway to anywhere. You can't stop me now. Emma

Aric didn't want her to, but she couldn't resist torturing her parents and Jonathan one last time for the crap they had put her through. It also was reassuring to know that she had cut and wounded Jonathan. Aric helped his wife through her window, taking nothing with them. They were going to Italy where they could start a new life together. There was a carriage outside, and Christian was standing outside it.

"Oh Christian! What are you doing here?" Emma asked excitedly. Christian looked at her and smiled crossing his arms.

"Michael and I are coming with you two. We don't want to be left here with your parents and the wanderings of gossip."

"Oh, you have no idea how happy I am!" Emma cried, her voice flowing with joy.

"Come, I have something for my wife." Aric said.

"Wife?" Emma smiled, her right eyebrow raised in mock surprise. She didn't know the name wife could be so intoxicating…especially when Aric said it.

"Yes, here." He gave her something in a small package. When Emma opened it, what she saw made her eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"What's this?" She asked. "Why did you give me keys?"

"These are keys to our house. The house we will live in and the house we will raise our children in."

"Oh my, I cant believe this." Emma whispered. She looked at him her eyes filling with tears. "Thank you Aric." She said.

"No," Aric said gently, taking her chin and turning it towards him. "Thank you." He then brought up his thumb wiping away a trailing tear. She closed her eyes and smiled, resting her face against his palm.

"Lets go before anyone wakes up." Michael said poking his head out the carriage door. Emma opened her eyes as Aric took her hand, leading her inside the carriage door. As everybody got in and closed the door Michael rested his hands on his lap and looked at her grinning. "Emma, aren't you wondering how Aric got into the chapel instead of Jonathan?" Emma closed her eyes and sighed, snuggling herself against Aric's body.

"I don't care." She whispered, her voice dazed. "All that matters to me is that you did."

"This is the first time that she has slept in peace." Aric thought to himself, kissing the top of her forehead. He then sighed, resting his face on top of her head. It wasn't long until he fell asleep as well.

Once they got to Italy, Emma got a job at an Opera house; they were amazed at how talented her voice was at such a young age. Aric got a job at a music shop, composing his own music. Michael and Christian worked with Emma. Word reached Emma's ear from another member of the opera house in France that her mother had died, for dreams of the Phantom. Her father married Madame Giry, and Jonathan had disappeared. Emma was overjoyed, leaving the couple in a fairytale life.

The End.

A/N: it's the end; I know it makes me sad too. What do you think of a squeal? Where Emma has kids, maybe we'll find out the mystery of Jonathan.