A/N: My 10 o'clock muse was talking to me. And I was bored. And I wanted to listen to the All American Rejects. Read and Review. It's kinda sad. Italics are the song lyrics. WHOOT!

It Ends Tonight

Erik sat down at his organ, staring at his keys in disdain. It had been a long time since Christine left. Too long in fact. He was over Christine. That’s how long it had been. He had been able to forget her, like it was nothing. Now, for some reason, the thought of her kept rising to the surface of his mind, like a bubble. “Christine?” he whispered quietly. “Where are you?”

Your subtleties
They strangle me
I can’t explain myself at all.
And all the wants
And all the needs
All I don’t want to need at all.

“Here.” Came the quiet voice from near the entrance. He wheeled around, making sure he wasn’t going crazy. There she was. Perfect as ever. Womanhood barely seemed to set into Christine yet.

“Erik? My angel?” her voice wavered.

His eyes narrowed. “Why are you here?”

“I need yo-“

“Don’t play games with me Christine!” he snarled.

The walls start breathing
My minds unweaving
Maybe it’s best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.

When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.

She took a step back in recoil.

“You chose Raoul over me, remember?” he taunted. “You passed the point of no return! Now go Christine!”

“I can’t! Erik, don’t you realize, I need you!”

“Like you did when I was your angel?” he sneered. His gold eyes glared angrily at her. She took a step forward. “Don’t come any closer. I swear Christine; I don’t love you as I once did! You can be killed if you see fit!” Erik spat, grabbing his Punjab lasso.

“It’d be worth it.”

He blinked. Such desperation came from the young girl.

“Go home to Raoul Christine.” He said, quietly.

“I can’t. He’s dead.” Christine whispered, her tears falling.

“What am I? Just some replacement?” he spat at her.

“Never!”

“What happened to the fop?” Erik said, that sneering tone still there.

“Erik, please don’t speak like that! Raoul was a good man. He . . . killed himself.”

Erik looked at Christine with a cold look. “And I’m sure you had nothing to do with this.” He said sarcastically.

“We had a fight. We both said things we shouldn’t have. I tried to apologize, but he said he had unfinished business to tend to. The fireworks were so loud, we never heard it.” She sobbed, hoping, praying that her angel could come save her.

As if he could read her thoughts, he spat with venom; “It’s not my job to save you anymore.”

“Erik I love you!”

The walls start breathing
My minds unweaving
Maybe it’s best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.

He scoffed, “I’m sure you do. Just like you loved the fop. And isn’t he dead now?”

Christine cried out, “Why do you mock my pain?”

“Why did you play with my heart?” He returned

. “You’re not Erik,” she said, her voice shaking. “You’re not my angel.”

“Caught on, have you?” he sneered.

“I’m still Erik, this body is still known as Erik. But I’m not your angel anymore. I’m no one’s angel. And I never will be again. Do you know why? Because I can’t risk falling in love again. So, in short, it’s your entire fault.” Erik mocked, his golden eyes burning into.

She fell to her knees, sobbing, “Don’t you have a heart?”

Erik spat, “No. You took it!”

When darkness turns to light

It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It’s too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.

Now I’m on my own side
It’s better than being on your side
It’s my fault when you're blind
It’s better that I see it through your eyes

“Won’t my angel return to me?” she asked ruefully.

“Never.” He hissed. “Because my angel didn’t choose me.”

“You’re going to turn me away over a grudge?”

“It’s not a grudge Christine. I loved you. I thought you loved me too, but you chose him over me. So now I will do the same. I will choose my life over yours.You’re only a child, you know that right? You honestly think all you need to do is say you’re sorry and everything’s okay? Life doesn’t work that way. And now you have to learn it doesn’t work that way. Leave now and never come back!”

All these thoughts locked inside
Now you’re the first to know

When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right

“Erik . . .” she whispered. Then she turned around, and she ran. Erik could hear her footsteps dying slowly. Then they were gone. Which left Erik in silence for about fifteen minutes. That was when it hit him. She really did want him back. He chased after her, hoping it wasn’t too late to catch her. It wasn’t too late to make things right.

“Christine please!” he begged, even though she was nowhere nearby. In his running, he forgot to look where he was going in the dark city streets of Paris. He tripped over something bulky and heavy, landing flat. It knocked the wind out of him, and for a moment, he couldn’t breathe.

It’s too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends when darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It’s too late to fight

“Christine!” he hollered, not caring what he had tripped over. Not caring that his lung could have been perforated. He was searching wildly around, when the light from his lantern caught something. A brown curl. He got to his knees, crawling over to where the brown curl was. Christine, don’t be hurt, please don’t be hurt. Be okay. He begged silently, wishing that Christine would be okay. Though part of him knew she wasn’t.

His gloved hand pushed on something. Something sticky seeped into his gloves. He blinked, taking his glove off. A crimson liquid was stuck to his fingers. Blood. He looked down, and backed away. “Christine!” he howled mournfully. Tears tricked out of his mask. “Christine!” he howled again.

She was dead, a knife sticking out of her chest. “You did this to yourself. Oh Christine.” He moaned, pressing his lips against her bloody, cold ones. Her hand was still on the knife. “Oh Christine,” he moaned over and over again. He pressed his head against Christine’s bloody chest. Blackness swept over him and he was gone. Gone from Paris, gone from France, gone from Europe, gone from Earth, gone forever. He was with Christine, as he wanted to be.

It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Tonight, Insight
When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight.

Two blue eyes were watching Erik and Christine. Meg stepped out of the shadows. “Oh Christine, why?” she whispered. Tears were falling fast from her cheeks. “It ended tonight,” Meg said quietly, and wrapped the bodies in a blanket. “It ends tonight.”