Still not owning any of the characters… sigh But I own the story. So, I guess that's good!

I'm going to try to get more angst into this chapter. Please don't flame me if I don't do well, I haven't done angst before. But definitely give me some feedback.

SORRY I'VE BEEN AWAY! I GOT MY BOOK THIS MORNING! The reason I didn't update was because 1. HISTORY TEST, 2.I decided I'd wait 'til my book came, then 3. It came late. But… YAY! It's here!!!

Ok… God, I'm actual nervous about final trying some angst… but here it goes…

Chapter 4

"Prima donna, the world is at your feet!
A nation waits, and how it hates to be cheated!
Light up that stage with that age-old rapport!
Sing, prima donna, once more!"

It wasn't until he heard these words did he realize that Christine was not where he was waiting for her. He muttered curses to himself and figured that she would probably be in her old dressing room. How he could kill that Carlotta… He amused himself of thinking of the many ways he could do so while sneaking his way the dressing room and watched Christine from behind the mirror move all of her things into her old chest which she would soon drag back into the ballet dressing rooms. He was infuriated. How could such a woman as Signora Guticelli push his Christine to tears? Why the hell would those stupid managers invoke my wrath by not taking my notes seriously? The thoughts ran through his head and although he knew the answers he chose to be ignorant to them and it fed his anger. Carlotta, that viper…

He had to show them that he was not one to be trifled with. He had to show them somehow. The thoughts buzzed about his brain in a messy blur and only ending with the vivid image of the man he found in his torture chamber only the morning prior.

And for the first time since he met Christine the voice in his head was truly in control. This is for your precious Christine. Get the body, Erik, the body… do you want that man to force chastity upon her as well? Do you want those blasted managers to truly be in control? The body, Erik…

So in a fluid motion he turned on his heal and walked down the dark corridor, the only thing visible in the narrow passage way being his ever glowing eyes.

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"They say that this youth has set my Lady's heart aflame!"
"His Lordship sure would die of shock!"
"His Lordship is a laughing-stock!"
"Should he suspect her, God protect her!"

"Shame! Shame! Shame!"
"This faithless lady's bound for Hades!"
"Shame! Shame! Shame!"

The rest faded away as he watched his beautiful Christine grace the stage with her beauty. But, cursing the managers to hell, he noted that they did not even let her grant the audience with the beauty of her voice.
"Serafimo, your disguise is perfect. Why, who can this be?"

And yet, of course, Carlotta is always there to rub it in. The snake…

He descended from the rafters as he heard Piangi as Don Attilio recite his lines and replaced Carlotta's normal spray concoction with one of his own in an identical bottle, very happy that he bought the book from which he had read the recipe from… If you can even call it a recipe.

Erik than used another of his trap doors to get to the ceiling, in level with the chandelier.

"Poor fool, he doesn't know!
If he knew the truth he'd never ever go!"

"Did I not instruct that Box Five was to be kept empty?" He said in a menacing voice.

If anyone said that he disliked the Viscomte de Chagney he would deny it right away for it would be the farthest thing from the truth. In reality he despised him. Perhaps it was his love for Christine speaking, but he couldn't stand having him at all close to her, even in the same room. Yet he felt that way about all people who set their sights on Christine. Especially included the corpse that he left on one of the rafters waiting to be dropped right above their heads.

That was when he realized with a pang that he left Christine down there who would most likely be distraught at seeing the dead man. That is why he hoped beyond anything else at that moment that when Carlotta croaked that wouldn't decide to just keep her there and actually send for Christine to be dressed.

"Your part is silent, little toad!" Carlotta's voice pulled him out of his reverie.

He responded quietly, "A toad, Madam? Perhaps it is you who are the toad…"

Erik then walked calmly to the rafters, on his way he heard Carlotta's croaks and the audiences roaring laughter. And he was nearly relieved to tears when the managers announced that Christine will be playing the Countess and she went to change. Nearly. Just hopefully he'd be able to get to her before she heard anything.

Trying to time the drop perfectly, just before little Mademoiselle Giry came out on the stage with her half of the ballet he tied one end of the rope to the rafters and with a deep breath he dropped the body and ran as fast as he could to the dressing room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please! Remain in your seats! Do not panic! It's simply an accident… an accident!"

Tell me how you think Miss Daae should react. I'll start another chapter right now, too. I realize that this one was a little shorter.

How was the angst? Better?