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A/N: Hello everyone it is me again. Sorry it took so long but I have had writers block on all my stories. But here it is and it's the same as last time. No Reviews no next chapter. Thank you all! ^^

Chapter 4

Raoul looked at her in disbelief. "What? Why would you want to stay down...here?" he said looking around in disgust.

Christine looked at him with anger.

"How dear you judge Erik by where he lives. You have no idea what he has been through. All the suffering, all the pain the world ahs put him through." She got up and put a finger in his chest.

"And then you of all people judge him. I was the only one except Madame Giry who showed him compassion. So don't you dare come in here and judge him."

Raoul looked taken aback. "I'm sorry dear I didn't mean to upset you. I didn't know you had feelings for him. I'm sorry." Raoul explained.

She sighed. "It's alright Raoul I just got upset."

"Please come back up with me. Why stay down here?" Raoul picked her up gently.

She winced then. "Raoul please put me down. I want to stay down here."

He sighed and sat her down gently. "Christine come back to me when your done." Then he turned and left.

Christine turned and looked at the mirror that Erik had disappeared behind. She then went over to it and moved the curtain and went through. She felt the curtain fall behind her. She saw a winding hallway and followed it. The candles lit the way for her. As she came to the end of the hall it opened into a large room. She gasped then. The room was lit with candles and there were chairs here and there and a small pallet of pillows. There was in the corner a desk that music lay on and images of her as well as crumpled papers and letters.

Christine went to the desk and sat there and looked at the images and the music. Then a letter caught her eye. She picked it up.

Madame Giry,

I'm sorry but without my Angel in my life, I' am afraid I have lost my music. The way to write how I used to was all inspired by her. All of my music and why my lonely soul continued to live in this cruel world and without her light in my life I'm afraid I do not know how to live. Please understand that the only person that showed me compassion was Christine and of course you. And that I have tried so hard to let her go. I should have known better than to fall in love with someone as beautiful and compassionate as Christine.

Erik

Christine put the letter down and fought the tears that came. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Christine what are you doing down here? Your injured you should be with your husband." Erik's voice said.

Then the tears came and she turned and sobbed into his chest.