A/N: I was not originally planning to write part 2, but my friends insisted, soo here it is! Kinda scary and contain a bit of gore. Christine is meant to be shallow and ungrateful. nothin against her, just how i would imagine her to be. Reviews and feedback are very welcome, but NO flames. They will be used to roast my marshmellows.(XD kelly!)

Disclaimer: This does not belong to me... not! jkjk. this stuff is gaston leroux's.

It is so cold in this room.

It is like Erik's heart.

Cold, dark, empty, devoid of light.

I think of Raoul, or his warm smiles and handsome face. I try to imagine his hands on mine, yet, I cannot remember. I feel those skeletal, dead fingers upon my skin.

Oh Erik, why couldn't you leave me alone? I was content without you in my life. A demon has stolen the place of my angel, and I can never get him back. Now, I am tainted by his sins and unable to escape the hell that he has created for me. I realize now, that there is no escape from Erik.

"Be like me," he says, "then you will love me." I can never love him, yet I am forced to be his bride.

It is so cold, and I cannot feel a thing. I feel numb. I lift up my razor and slowly begin to slice away my flesh, piece by piece. I feel no pain at all. My dress and arms are stained a brilliant red.

I am a corpse's bride, and corpse's brides do not need flesh.