Well...the before last chapter of this story...I hope you liked it! Please...I really want to make that 45 review hit before this is over...so I beg of you review!Dedication: Madame who has taught me so much...
Erik came back the next night, and hid in the shadows. He looked straight at Christine who was rubbing her stomach gently, and talking to Nalria. Nalria asked Christine, "Erik was deformed then?"

"Oh Nalria, he was, from birth…and horrible too, but I did not care…I love the man within,"

"I wish I had had the chance to love before we die. If the babe is deformed…what will you do?"

Christine, at that, stood up from the bed and said firmly, "I will do the thing that any mother does. I shall love it, care for it, and be there for it in any way I can. That is what I would do for Erik, and that is what I will do for our baby, no matter what,"

Erik was so proud of her, he got out of his shadow and took her astonished form into his arms. Then, she began to weep. Erik, hurt from her tears, brought her face up to see him. "Angel, are you so unhappy to see your Erik?"

She laughed softly, and hugged him tight. "No, my Angel, I cry because I am happy you are here,"

Nalria walked up beside them, and began take Christine's hand. "Erik, this is Nalria, Raoul's sister…"

Shock was written on every facet of Erik's face. "He raped his own sister?" he asked.

Nalria, hurt, bit back, " You left a love and child unprotected?"

"It was her own choice!"

"You could have come for her earlier!"

"I did not know whether or not she still damned cared for me anymore!" he yelled fiercely to which Christine kissed him forcefully.

"Damn it, Erik, I care," she said, her eyes hard against him.

He straightened up and apologized to Nalria, who in turn also apologized. Raoul began knocking on the door, and Christine hung on for dear life to Erik. "Please, no, not now…not so soon…please," she began to whisper. Erik drew his sword and knew he would win this time. He had a baby to fight for, and he felt like laughing all of a sudden. Raoul walked in with a lasso.

"Perfect timing, Erik. I couldn't have asked for the perfect day for you to come. Remember that night?"

Erik saw the images in his head…and Christine shuddered in his arms…not that night…she would not remember. But the song echoed in the room, shredding apart her soul…

Say you love me and my life is over.

For either way you choose you cannot win,

Or you end your days with me, or do you send him to his grave,

Why make her lie to you to save me.

Angel of music, you deceived me!

I fought so hard to free you,

You've past the point of no return.

You alone can make my song take flight,

It's over now, the Music of the Night!

The music bellowed over their heads as the night resounded in their minds, and Raoul and Erik began to fight to the death as the last note lingered in the air. The swords clashed and clanged, and finally, Raoul was felled, and Erik was about to strike when Christine screamed, "No! Erik, no more murder. The police will have him,"

Nalria ran out after a hug from Christine once the police tookRaoul away. Erik carried her to the lair, and helped her into bed. He nuzzled her hair, and hugged her. "Missed you so much Angel," Christine said.

Erik sighed and then kissed her. She began to sing once she got out of the swan bed, and Erik followed.

In sleep he came to me, in dreams he came,

That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name,

And do I dream again, for now I find,

The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my mind.

Sing once again with me, our strange duet,

My power over you grows stronger yet,

And though you turn from me to glance behind,

The Phantom of the Opera is there inside your mind.

Those who have seen your face draw back in fear,

I am the mask you wear; it's me they hear,

Your/my spirit and my/your voice, in one combined,

The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my/your mind.

La Fin