Alright, for those of you who don't know French, like me, and need to rely on your friend for a translation, in this case Little Lotte helped me, I figure you might like to know what certain things mean.

Je toujours regarde- I will always be watching,

je t'aime- I love you.

Bon Nuit- good night ( I hope, She didn't help me with that one. Cross fingers hopefully it's right.)

Hope that helps all you non French speaking people.

Little Lotte- that part you have been waiting for! Hope I did it justice.

Chapter 13

She laid the dieing head of her angel in her lap, as her tears fell onto his twisted, yellow flesh.

"Mon Ange, do not leave me, Do not make me a widow." Erik wrapped his arm around her, looking up into her weeping face.

"I love you Christine, I will never leave you, Mon Chere, je toujours regarde." His breath cut after he spoke those soft words.

"Erik, please, je t'aime." She pleaded, but it was to late, Erik's soul left his earthly self.

"Bon nuit, Mon Ange, my Erik." She kissed his forehead, and sobbed silently into his soft body.

Katie took a deep breath, then entered the large, empty church. After she passed through those threating doors, and began to sing.

Wishing you

Somehow here again

Wishing you

Were somehow near

Sometimes it seemed

If I just dreamed

Somehow you would be here

Slowly she walked between the pews, letting her voice fill the room.

Wishing I could here your voice again

Knowing that I never would

Dreaming of you

Won't help me to do

All that I dreamed I could

"Katie" His voice called to her, but she concentrated on her music.

Passing bells

And sculpted angels

Cold and monumental

Seem, for you

The wrong companions

You were warm and gentle

Tarek appeared out of the shadows, and slowly approached her.

Too many years

Fighting back tears

Why can't the past

Just die?

He embraced her, cutting off he voice. He whispered her name over and over in her ear.

"You came back." He stroked her hair franticly, confirming she was truly standing before him.

"I could not let you live down here alone." She pulled away from him, looking into his eyes. She had always thought they were gold, but, looking at them now, she stared at a pair of hazel eyes.

"I thought you left me." He whimpered out, looking over his prize.

"I did." She took a step back. "But even Christine left her Erik, but this is different." She paused.

"Christine Didn't go back to her angel." He finished for her, but she shook her head.

"No, Christine returned to him, she loved him, more than she every truly knew. I on the other hand, never had an angel." Just as she spoke, a familiar shape slipped behind Tarek, wrapping a thick, course rope around his neck.

"I'm here, I'm here monsieur, the angel of death!" The figure whispered in his ear, revealing it's true identity, Mandi. She pulled on the rope harder, choking him.

"Katie!" He gasped out. "Help me." His voice croaked from the pressure. A wicked smile crept across her face.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Mandi loosened the rope slightly, to let his speak to her.

"Please Katie, I love you, I need you, Lotte, Help me." Despite the lack of pressure, his voice still carried the frightened cracking quality.

"Wait Jammes." Katie raised her hand, as Mandi loosened the rope even more, giving Tarek hope his Katie would save him.

"Thank you." Relief flooded his body.

"Why should I let Jammes have all the fun?" She asked rhetorically.

"Oh, pardon me, you should do the honours." Mandi spoke, as she handed Katie a long steak knife, still holding the rope against his flesh.

"Thank you." She examined the blade.

"Do you know what damage this could do, Oh, lets say to one's neck?" She let the blade dance across his neck, leaving a slash similar to the one on Mandi's neck.

"Why?" He choked out, not comprehending her actions.

"Why? Why? You really have to ask?" She spat him.

"Trying to kill my closest friend for starters!" She slashed the knife across his cheek, making him yelp in pain.

"How could you possibly think I wouldn't care? I love Jammes! She's like a sister to me!" The knife made contact with his other cheek.

"And what about Father Sean? Did he deserve to die too?"

"It was all for you! I did it for you!" He pleaded

"No!" She screamed. "You did it for yourself! I would die without her! You just wanted me all for yourself! You don't care one bit about me!" She drove the knife into his chest with such aggression she had never in her life thought she could possess. Something pulsed through her veins, something ecstatic, something that filled her with pleasure, she enjoyed killing him, making him pay for all his sins.

"I see why Erik enjoyed his hunting..." She whispered to herself.

Mandi released the rope, letting him fall to the floor, and joined Katie's side.

"You were happy with me! You could have had your happily ever after." He gripped his chest, trying to stop the pulsing blood from spilling out of his fatal wound.

"Happiness? Is this what it feels like, this surge of warmth and physical euphoria? Oh Christine, if there were a loving god in heaven, it would be my arm you take now, my shoulder upon which you lean in your utter exhaustion...Beneath the mask my face is wet with tears. Happiness is like the fist blissful intoxication of Morphine. It doesn't last very long." She quoted as his life slipped from him.

Katie stood there, over his body, soaking up what she had just done. Murder. She committed murder.

"Lotte, are you going to be alright?" Mandi wrapped her arm around her friend, noticing the look of guilt on her face.

"No." She sank to her knees and began to sob. Mandi joined her, and tried to comfort her.

"I killed. I took another life, Jammes."

"Shhhh..." She began to stroke her hair tenderly.

"You did what you had to do. He deserved to be sent to hell."

"But..."

"listen to me Lotte, of once don't argue with me. You had to kill him. It's that simple."

"But, what if Erik..." She could finish.

"What if Erik? He would be proud of you, thats what. You did the right thing! And you seem to forget He committed murder too."

"But, how can I live with myself?" She looked up at Mandi, who wiped her tears away.

"Just ask yourself, What would Erik do?" Katie nodded, then leaned her head against her shoulder.

"Why are you always right?" She asked, her tears finally stopping.

"I'm not, but with this, I am." She gave her friend another hug. "We should get out of here, Robin is probably pulling out her hair in anxiety waiting for us to return." Katie nodded.

As the two of the turned went to leave, a cold chill shot down Their backs, that caused them to turn around. For a brief moment, their eyes saw a shadowy figure behind them, with glistening golden eyes, watching over them from next to the organ, before it faded into nothing.