A/N Ok so I am back with a new chapter! WHOO! Ok I wanna clear some things up for you. This little rat person is just a S-L-U-T! Erik will never have a relationship with another women that would result in a marriage, never ever in my stories. Also, if this story seems a little cloudy, it is because it was a dream of mine which I am expanding on. I will try and fill in some of the blanks along the way, but just stay with me and REVIEW

The last Night of Sadness

Chapter 2

Erik had felt many emotions the week after Christine left him. For the first day, he just sat around, wishing, dreaming Christine would return to him. He almost went crazy, but the next day Nadir stopped by and helped him out of his mind. Soon after, Nadir came again, saying Erik should move on with his life. Oh, Erik did. That night, he went in search of a women to keep him company and give him pleasure, someone who would ignore his mask. He found someone. A young girl by the name of Kaltrina Fleur Moglana, who had recently been orphaned and a prostitute.

To Kaltrina, Erik's "home" meant food, shelter, and someone who would keep her company. To Erik, having her around was an outlet to his pain. He knew one day, very soon, Christine would show up again, and he was planning to show Kaltrina off as his son-to-be wife. That day came sooner than he thought.

When he had gotten back from the market, he realized he forgot to tie his gondola back, so he would have to swim back. When he got there, the door was opened. Seeing Christine's coat, he realized she would be in Kaltrina's new room. Christine's room.

A small smile spread across his face as he realized this was his chance to ruin her life, like she had ruined his. His smile quickly faded, however, when he saw the hurt expression on Christine's face. He could see it in her eyes, as well. Oh, how he missed those eyes! They were a mixture of green and brown, and changed color, depending on her mood. Now, they were a deep green, the tears about to fall down her face. He felt pity for her? No, she deserved this! SHE is the slut in this story!

"Did you really expect me to wait?" He didn't mean it to sound that harsh.

She broke down, crying like a 5 year old. Erik was about to grab her, which would stop her fall, but instead watched her fall, watched her lose her dancer grace. This wasn't enough for Erik, though. Keeping his stance, Erik said loud enough that Christine could hear over her sobs:

"You never were that attractive, but those tears, those tears are so childish. If you are going to act like this, go back to kindergarten. But since I believe you have nowhere to stay, you may live here."

"Oh thank you, thank you! You don't know how much this means to me!"

"Shut up and listen. You will obey my rules, you will do anything I tell you."

"Of course!" Christine suddenly became silent. "Erik, I must tell you something."

"What is it, Miss Daae?"

"Um...if you mean anything, as in sexual favors, I must tell you, I have neve-"

"Christine, I thought I knew you better. I thought you knew me! I would never do that to anyone!"

"Yes, of course Erik..." Picking up her light blue dress, she walked out of the room, walking towards the spare room she had seen Erik in a few times. Since she had nothing to sleep in, she simply slipped out of her dress, which was already too big on her boney body, and sat on the bed in her undergarments.

She would do anything to be with Erik...but what could a little girl do?

The next morning...

Kaltrina awoke to crying in the guest bedroom. Never had she seen Erik have guests, so this was new. Walking towards the kitchen, she realized it was a young girl, no more that 17, sitting on the spare bed, definitely having a nightmare, tossing around on the mattress with no covers. Could this be Erik's lover? She had been secretly falling in love with Erik, and thought possibly one night after love making she could tell him. But this girl, this girl might just ruin everything.

In Christine's dream...

Raoul was pulling Christine away from Erik, while Christine was desperately trying to reach Erik's hand. Erik was not holding his hand out, though, as if he didn't need Christine anymore, didn't want her. Admitting defeat, Christine turned back to Raoul.

"Raoul, I must leave. Don't wait."

Letting go of his grasp, Christine walked away, but Erik was nowhere in sight. Raoul was no longer behind her, there was only darkness.

Even the church, the one place Christine could turn to, rejected her. The rosary in her hands felt like hot iron, and when she read the passages she used to feel comfort in, all she heard were words. Meaningless words.

There was no going back, no going past this point, this was it. Grasping the glittering silver dagger, she entered nothingness.

Not in dreamland...

Christine awoke with a startle. If that turned out to be the only way, she would trust her dream...