Firstly I have some important announcements. Firstly I have a poll for you guys. Some of you have corrected me and said that Megan doesn't really fit, and that it should but the commonly assumed Marguerite. So I have some options and I want your opinions cause now I'm all sensitive and scared.

A) Stick with Megan

B) Switch to Marguerite

C)Something else that you plan to suggest. Which could be a different name that shortens to Meg or a different idea of what to do entirely.

Also, though I tend to think it a bit trite when movies or books, or even other fanfics do it, I was considering doing a sort of "Where are they now" ten years later type epilogue. You know where like the whole point is just one last look at the lives of the characters. Cause I really really am going to miss you guys a lot and I don't want to say goodbye just yet.--trust me on that I'm sitting here trying to think of another story that maybe I could do so I can still hang out here. And if you've suggestions I'm game. ALso, this chapter is short and I apologize for that, I was going to do where they moved and all that, but then I thought of putting that one last chapter. A kind of "requiem patch" if you will for me. Trust me if any of you think you're addicted from reading, I'm way past that with writing this.

Oh and if those two things to decide on aren't enough there's one more! I do what to write other fanfics obviously, but this has taken up the large part of my life. So now I'm not sure which fandom to write in next, I like tons of stuff so now is YOUR chance, what do you like? What section do you think I should write in? Any ideas for stories or couples or vague plots? OR do you have an idea for another phantom story? I honestly don't know, I'm toying around with finishing off some of my other--sadly ignored fics, but hey I figured some fanservice was in order since I always say I love you all so much, I'd see if you had any ideas first.

WARNING:

The FADA (Fanfiction Addiction Detection Agency) has come to the conclusion that this story can be highly addicting. The Author cannot be held responsible for drops in the reader's grades due to new chapters. Large doeses of Requiem can lead to dependence. The Author is not responsible for withdrawal symptoms which can occur when author fails to update speedily enough.

Dona eis requiem means Let them rest.

Erik had indeed led the Baron, as well as several other men—Raoul included—on a merry chase all around Paris. The papers said he had vanished into thin air and he was truly a ghost. He had returned after three days of worrying and pacing on Megan's part to his lair beneath the Opera House.

Megan had tackled him in a second, throwing herself into his arms with such force that she nearly knocked him to the floor, and soon found out that though the papers called him a ghost he was most certainly a mortal man. He had a bullet wound right in the soft flesh of his shoulder. Megan was horrified but Erik was quick to assure her it was nothing but a scratch.

She tried to help, at least to bandage it, which resulted in him snapping at her. She looked at him for a long moment after he shouted. She could feel that this was a defining moment. This would decide if she was Little Meg, or Megan. This would decide if she could truly make this strange thing with Erik work or if she would wind up the one heartbroken and living beneath an Opera House.

"Do not get angry with me, you're the one who 'wished for' me and came and tore me away from my wedding." She said with a smirk that put even one of Erik's to shame. He blinked at her, as though startled and then matched with a smirk of his own.

"You are the one who implied you would prefer me to that fop. So really it is your own fault." He told her. "After all you had an entire city telling you I was a monster." She laughed and it was the most wonderful sound he had ever heard. He sat still while she wrapped his arm with a bandage that the Ratcatcher had found—neither questioned where he found it—and just like that, Little Meg finally grew up.

And as Megan said goodbye to that part of her life, she knew that she and Erik could make this strange relationship between a Ballet Rat and a Ghost work.

They both knew that Paris could no longer be their home. There was too much pain here, even at night when all the streets were aglow like some fairy castle. They were not safe here and they would have to move, as soon as possible if they had their way about it.

Erik wished to look for a new place to settle himself for he was used to doing things alone, but it was just as dangerous for Megan to stay in Paris, so they would leave and move around until they found a place to settle. They could not bring much with them when they moved—though neither wanted to see any of the books go.

They planned to leave barely a week after the fiasco that had been Megan's almost-wedding. However, before they left, Erik asked for some time to himself, and left her in the care of the Ratcatcher.

The woman he was going to see wanted nothing to do with him, and he knew that, but there were things that needed to be set right, and he wanted to do this before he started yet another new life.

It took very little effort to find where she was staying, she was famous with the people of Paris and she would stay in the nicest quarters. He went at night, and tapped on the window of her balcony, wondering if she would let him in at all. He would understand if she didn't.

After an eternity of balancing on the rail as he had once done outside of Raoul's room—only to be shot at—the door swung open and she stood before him in all her glory, reminding him why she was so loved by Paris.

"I had hoped never to see you again." Sorelli told him, backing away from the door all the same to allow him in, something he took advantage of while she lit a lamp. "I also thought you dead. I heard you came for Megan after all." Each sentence almost seemed to come from another person. The first from the lover who lost her other half. The second from the loyal citizen of Paris. And the final from the woman who saw Megan's talent and respected it.

"There were things that needed to be done before Megan and I could leave." He told her. She stiffened at that. It was a secret, it was a monster showing her humanity and weakness. Giving her reason to believe.

"Speak." She commanded like a queen, and settled herself on one of the seats that littered the room—no doubt put there for the suitors she constantly turned down. Erik pulled a large satchel from where he had strapped it to his back, weaving through the streets of Paris like a beggar—easily ignored—and set it between them.

"You wished to lay him to rest. I would have left him to the managers, but he deserves a marked grave you may visit. If I were him, I would want to see the one I loved every day, even after death." He admitted. Sorelli nodded and stretched, brushing her fingers against the container.

"I...appreciate it." She said after a pause. She stood and disappeared into another room, coming out a moment later with a stack of papers in a folder. They looked rather official and weighed heavily in Erik's lap when she dropped them. "A present for you and Megan. Phillipe bought it for us, for when we were far from here and the lives we had lived." She looked again at what Erik had brought her and her eyes shimmered with tears he knew she could not shed around him.

All he could do for her now, for all he felt he owed her, was stand in silence and leave the way he had come, the packet of papers held tightly to his chest with one arm as he moved silently through Paris back to Megan.

He liked the idea that they could start over. For once he was leaving a place because he wished it, not because he had been banished or was running for his life. He was leaving because he wished it and he was taking someone with him, because he had found a woman who would stand at his side. He found a woman who looked at him and saw the flaws of a man, not the face of a monster.

When he returned to his home, Megan was asleep in his chair in the study. The Ratcatcher stood by, trying to stir the fire to life even though it hadn't been lit in the first place. Erik took the job from him and started the fire, and then stretched he cloak over the small, fragile looking ballerina.

He stared at her for a few moments before he pulled away to his desk to inspect just what it was that Sorelli had given him, and he realized that he could no longer call Megan a Ballet Rat. No, she'd given that up in order to follow him.

The thought startled him, and reminded him that he was not the only one in the world to suffer. She cared for him, loved him, so much that she was ready to give up her life and her dream for him. He smiled at her sleeping figure and felt like maybe he really had a chance at real and true happiness this time around.

And it seemed as though finding a new home in which to settle wouldn't be as difficult as he first imagined, SOrelli had given them the deed to a house she had Phillipe had paid for in full, and then never moved into before that fateful night when he met his end because Erik was too wrapped up in Christine.

As he sat there smiling at the documents and listening to Megan breathe he remembered what Rose had told him, what had ultimately made him go after Megan and admit that maybe his heart had not died with Christine's love of another man.

"I thought the Phantom of the Opera was a scary figure not to be crossed, but you're letting a man she hates steal away the woman you love, and who loves you in return. If you're the scariest Hell has I think I will enjoy myself there." Only Rose would have had the courage to say such a thing to the Phantom of the Opera, though, in the end, it had stirred him to action, so maybe he wouldn't kill her in her sleep...maybe.

Irish: well, I'm glad you did like it, and trust me I wanted to just throw them together so many times, but you're right, it wouldn't fit him. And there did need to be time, and thought...and what relationship can work without meddling? Heh. I'm glad you liked the Lerouxs I loved writing them. As for Raoul being the one, I tossed around the idea that one of the managers would do it, and then I thought about it, and realized Raoul would probably offer, and he seems, to me, one of those people that if you turn down their offer they get all sad and annoying, and it's less trouble if you just let them. Actually in my mind the Gaston and his family were invited, but didn't go, they knew that Megan didn't want to be married and so probably would rather not to have everyone staring at her while she goes through with this.

I'm terrible with reviews at times too, but what you said does make sense to me, and I appreciate it, so I'm glad that you treat me to long reviews.

MelodysSong: YAY I get to hear from you again! joy. YAY that you were nervous. I honestly didn't know myself if he would come or not! I was typing like...what if he doesn't come? I want my story to end happily, what do I do if he just leaves her? But then he came and it was like RAPTURE! I'm glad you think so highly of my story, it makes me really, really unabashedly happy to hear people say that. Big smiles.

Forensic-Photographer711: I am so glad that you like my story enough to read it over and over, I do that with like utterly amazing stories and I still get surprised when I hear people doing it with mine, because me I always sit there finding itty bitty things that I dislike about my story and obsessing over them. Bad habit of mine, but people like you make me think, maybe I'm NOT such a terrible writer. Anyway, long, rambling story short, thanks! I'd glomp you if I could.

Kyrene once Blood Roses: Actually no, what I meant was--and I'm sorry it didn't make sense in the story--was that Meg was certain he would call Christine's name, and she could hear it because she was so certain, and then he called her name and everything just sort of stopped. I've never had that happen, but I imagine that the one time the guy comes for YOU rather than HER, there is that moment of..."Did he just say MY name? He couldn't have...did he?" That's what I meant in the story, again I'm real sorry it didn't make sense, I'll go back and try and fix it. And I suppose by now you know that in the last chapter you didn't find out what Rose said. I wanted it to be the last thing that you read for a reason, because it was the last straw that made Erik realize he DID really and truly love Megan. 'Course you and my other great reviewers ruined that, making me love this story and you guys so much that I want to do one last chapter.

Jen Summers: I'm glad you like it and you're giving me faith in using Megan, though I do want to hear what everyone else says. But thanks for giving me faith in my choice. Massive hugs and cookies and...Erik plushies. Hey...they should really make those...Erik Plushies? Yeah I mean they'd sell a lot...I digress, back on topic...Be as corny as you like I LOVE reading your reviews. I don't know how you do it but you always pick out the scenes that I was most worried about and just destroy any worries I could have had, and you take the things about my own writing that I worry about and make me smile and grin for days and days and days after. I'm glad, I liked hitting Raoul, but I did think you deserve him more, I have characters from other books and movies in my closet so it WAS sort of crowded in there, but Raoul did help that chapter come out, I would never have thought to have him challenge the phantom--while still sobbing--if not for you kindly lending him to me. So thanks very much.

Anime-queen46, whitedragon235, Kaledena, Rising Twilight, and Nekkyou Hiryuu: Thank you all for your kind words and I will be so sad when I finally have to hang this story up and say goodbye to you all.