LET'S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN! I just felt like I should have said that because this chapter is taking place a week after the last because I know some people do get confused and don't read the little hint notes that say 1 week later *cough* me *cough*. Here is some warning: this chapter is a little darker than others so if you want to not read this, then that is okay, but the next chapter won't make a whole lot of sense. I'm going to see Green Day! I'm excited and, since I won't have an update by then, Happy 4th of July, my devoted readers!

Love's Music

1 week later

Christine sat her soft bed, in her warm and comforting home that sat on the outskirts or Rouen. Erik was out running errands and demanded that she stay in bed because of her health.

"I'm fine, Erik, honestly. I can do a few quick errands. If I get tired, I promise to sit down and rest a bit."

"No, darling. A week ago I thought I was going to loose you and I'm not going to take any chances. I'll be back shortly." he smiled; kissing her rose bud lips, which had gained their color back, and left the house without another word.

Christine sighed tiredly; she loved how Erik cared so much for her, but it really was starting to get annoying. She was better and stronger and wanted to help.

"Maybe I'll make him some tea for when he comes back. How stressful can tea making be?" she laughed silently and got out of the warm bed. Her legs shook underneath her, but not enough to make Christine go back to bed; she was determined to do something helpful instead of lying in bed all day, even though she had to admit it was nice not having to do chores.

Once the samovar was on the stove, Christine grabbed a book of fairy tales and sat in the large chair that sat by the fire. Erik had failed to mention of his home here in Rouen or his homes in Italy, England, and Sweden. If he is a recluse, then why does he have so many homes? Maybe he'll take me to Italy once we're married! Oh, but I would also love to visit my old home in Sweden. I do miss it dearly.

Suddenly, a loud, rather rude, knock came from the front door.

"Erik, love, is that you?" Christine called out. He had a house key, so why would he be pounding on his own door? Maybe he lost it. Only you can loose a key, but keep hidden from all of Paris, my Phantom.

Christine walked slowly to the door and a frightened gasp came from her lips at her visitor.

"Raoul?! What on Earth are you doing out here?"

He looked awful; his clothes were dirty and sweat drenched, his brown hair that was always kept neat was clinging to his face, sticking up in all directions, and a hint of a beard was starting to grow on his once boyish face.

"Oh Christine, you're safe now! Come with me, quickly, before that monster comes back." he grabbed her small hand and tried to lead her out the door. Christine felt anger build up inside her. How dare someone call her fiancée a monster!

"Raoul, there are two things I must tell you: one, if you ever call Erik a monster again, I'll have him personally kill you, and second, I don't want to leave with you. Erik has shown me nothing but kindness and love, so if you could ever so nicely release my hand-"

"I don't think so, my dear." a new voice came from behind. Christine's head whirled around to see an older version of Raoul.

"Philippe? What are you doing here?"

"I came with my little brother, but he already has another girl and I do believe you are the most beautiful woman I ever saw. You're mine now." he smirked and grabbed Christine's other arm. How did he get in here?! Erik had made sure that all the doors and windows were locked before he left. Erik! Where are you! Wherever you are, hurry!

Christine's thoughts stopped dead in there tracks as Philippe's hands roamed over areas of her body that she barely let Erik touch.

"What are you doing?" a frightened whimper escaped from her lips; her head turning back to a helpless looking Raoul. He knew this was the other part of the deal with Philippe; his brother was to have Christine. In every possible way.

"I'm simply making my bride to be mine before anyone else can claim her." Philippe whispered into Christine's bright red ear, "Don't tremble like that, my darling. I promise to be gentle, sort of."

"Raoul, you can't let this happen! Raoul! RAOUL!" Christine wailed as Philippe picked her up; she was too weak to fight back.

"I'm so sorry, Little Lotte." tears fell down his blue eyes, "I didn't mean for this to happen. Please, forgive me."

"NO! You can't do this to me! No, no, NO!" Christine pounded on Philippe's back. He growled and ran her into a wall, hard. She felt unconsciousness tugging at her, but she had to stay awake, she had to try and defend herself until Erik got back.

Erik.

What would he think of her? He would definitely get the wrong idea if he saw another man in bed with her.

"Erik! Erik, where are you?!"

"Dead." was the simple answer she received.

Christine's blood ran cold. Dead? No, he couldn't possibly be dead. This had to be a lie to make her be quiet, but she couldn't help it; the tears came too fast to stop.

"D-dead? What do yo-you mean, de-dead?"

"I believe that there is only one definition for the word 'dead', my dear. I killed him; he was in the market and I recognized the white mask immediately. He is currently rotting in an alleyway somewhere in the city." he laughed manically and saw the tears, and blood, coming down her cheeks.

"You-you're lying! Erik would never l-leave me here!"

"Believe what you want, but I was the one who stabbed him in the gut. I still have the blood on my sword if you want proof?"

Christine sobbed even harder. He was dead! Her Angel of Music was dead! She let her body go limp; there was no reason to live anymore and who cared if someone else touched her? Her love was gone forever.

"Are we done struggling?" Philippe asked as he set her on Er-his bed. He knew he said the right things to make her quiet down. Truthfully, he did stab the masked man, or Erik, but didn't see him die. He'll die of massive blood loss, but I shouldn't worry about that now. I have a beautiful woman to taint.

Christine nodded her head numbly, all emotions drained from her frail body. She shouldn't made Erik stay home with her, pretending to be sick so he could stay near her, at least for a few more hours or she could have persisted more about going out on her own to do the errands, but none of that mattered now; she was going to be raped by her childhood-friend's-older-brother.

Christine felt Philippe's hands travel up her pale legs and into the most sensitive of places.

"Now, dear, you shouldn't shake like this; it'll make it harder for us both." he whispered menacingly. Christine immediately tightened up her body and laid on the bed, stiff as a board, "Much better. Stay like that and we should be over fairly quickly."

A trail kisses went down her neck, but Christine couldn't help but let out a choked sob. Even though he was gone, it still felt wrong. It wasn't his touch; that gentle, loving, caring touch that made Christine moan with pleasure, but never gave in, but this touch was completely different; it was rough, mean, and vile.

Philippe saw in her eyes that Christine was distracted by her thoughts, so, before he lost his one chance, he tore his brown trousers off and landed on top of her.

"You are beautiful, my bride"

"Please, stop. Kill me. At least then I can see him again." she sobbed into his shirt. Death. It used to frighten her, but now, Christine welcomed the Angel of Death with open arms.

"I don't think so. I'll have you, marry you, then kill you. How does that sound, hm?" Philippe smiled and lifted the light nightgown off Christine's tiny, terrified body.

"So beautiful." his eyes glistened with lust. He needed her; he was glad he had barely informed Raoul on the details of the deal because this is what he truly wanted. He didn't give a rat's ass if Raoul married the Vicomtess or not. All Philippe cared about was his body mingling with this chorus whore and then toss her out like so many other woman he had been with.

Before he could get the satisfaction that Philippe craved, he heard a crash from down the hall.

"What the hell is that asshole of a brother of mine doing? Oh well, let him smash everything in this house. I shall not get so easily distracted."

Christine closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the horrid moment when the two of them would join together. I'm being raped. Oh God, if you truly care for me, save me. Kill me. Do anything!

"ERIK!" she screamed as she felt it. The hot pain. It hurt so bad and it didn't stop there; he just kept going, "Kill me! Please, somebody kill me! Make him stop!"

"BE QUIET!" Philippe shouted and backhanded her, still inside her body. He never felt so much pleasure from one woman. Maybe he would marry her and not kill her; her screams made things very interesting and the noises she made was wonderful!

Christine couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to curl up and join him in Heaven.

"Christine." a faint whisper came from the door. That voice! I must be mad! He is dead! Dead, dead, dead, DEAD! Make it go away!

But the voice called her name over and over again, "Christine, I'm coming, Christine."

"Make that beautiful voice go away, God. Don't torture me any longer with it."

Then, something happened that Christine would never forget as long as she lived. Her Dark Angel was standing in the doorway, one hand over his stomach and the other with a sword.

"Get off my fiancée, Monsieur." Erik's voice dripped with uncontrollable rage. How DARE someone touch her like that?! How DARE someone make her do this. Despite the bleeding coming from the stab wound in his stomach, he felt fine.

Philippe let out an annoyed sigh, as if he had been interrupted by a small child while doing paper work.

Christine let out a blood-curdling scream as he moved out of her body and the last thing she heard before falling in on herself was,

"You are safe now, mon ange. You are safe."

What did you think? I'm having two more chapters and then its done! Finally! Let me know what you people think and-

Erik: She was raped?! You let my darling be raped?! As if having a miscarriage wasn't bad enough.

Me: I had to do something! Anyway R&R and have a great holiday.

God Bless!

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