A/N: please don't kill me, I know I said it would be faster but well, having writers block can't be helped plus plot bunnies attack me in my sleep. I'm getting new ideas for a new story but I promise to finish my first multi-chap fic before posting another one. Anyway, please bear with me for a few more days, schools is almost done, all I have to do is get my teachers to sign my clearance and that's it.

Anyway, please enjoy the story!

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Nadir and Christine managed to somehow get Erik through the passages leading to the rue scribe gate everything was ready but they had to take extra pre-caution for the traps surrounding it. As they exit it, the young soprano immediately saw a coach and two women waiting near it. She smiled as she saw the familiar faces of madam Giry and Meg. As they got closer, Nadir gave them a nod of acknowledgement and began to lift their friend's unconscious body and gently laid him in one of the seats.

He exited the coach to see Meg and Christine hugging each other and giggling. "We have a long journey ahead of us, are you sure you haven't forgotten anything?" the Persian asked. "No, all are set and ready." The ballet mistress smiled at him. His smile faltered as he glimpse at the weak frame of his friend. Antoinette's gave shifted to the coach as well. "He'll be fine" he said in a tone that seems to make it as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Alright then" he said getting the two girl's attention. "Let's get a move on, we'll be there in a couple of hours and I am hoping we get there before dark." He said and the three women hopped on, but he stopped them for awhile saying. "He may contract a fever, so if he does make sure to inform me and keep it as low as you can, got it?" they nodded.

Antoinette and her daughter Meg sat opposite the phantom and Christine sat next to him while taking his head in her lap. The Persian smiled at the sight and closed the door, silently making his way to the driver's sit. As he sat down, he sighed at the cool air hitting his olive toned skin.

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Meg POV

As we sat in the coach, I looked curiously at Christine and the phantom. I feel no mortal feel for myself and maman but come to think of it, I wasn't that fearful when Nadir came bursting in our door steps. Don't get me wrong, I was frightened but something inside my head says that I have always known him, and the phantom. With that thought, I stole a glimpse at his masked face. I began to wonder, was he wearing it for my comfort or his? Because I know for a fact that maman and Nadir aren't afraid of it and Christine isn't either. I hope he trusts me enough to let me see it. Surely it isn't as bad as Buquet described it.

Oh God! I was and am in the presence of a murderer but something is wrong. I could feel it, I just can't understand why I'm able to stand to be here, the events of the past week are so confusing and stressful yet here in this coach, I feel as though I'm in the safest place I could be. Maman still didn't answer me about what was actually going on and how she knew about the phantom but I figured there must be some connection between the three of them and I bet that it's a connection that isn't easily broken.

Suddenly a question formed in my head. "Maman, what about the opera house, we can't just abandon it." I said. Christine also seems as curious as I. "Do not worry child, the managers decided that everyone needed a rest and so after receiving a generous amount of money from our resident ghost, they decided to close up for awhile till the new year's masque ball" I could read from the stern look in her eyes she was saying I shouldn't question the generous donation the supposed ghost gave the managers. I am not in a mood for a lecture so I drop the subject all together and looked out the window. It was terribly early so I contented myself with seeing the sights until I dozed off.

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Christine POV

As I looked through the window for what I think was an eternity, I noticed meg and Madam asleep across from where I sat. I smiled but my smile faltered as I glimpsed at my poor angel. I had indirectly caused this, my father always told me to not judge others but I did just that. I judged my angel for killing a wicked man. Who knows how many times he hunted down my dear angel!

As I sit here in the coach with nothing to do, I remembered a time long ago, in the house by the sea, where Raoul and I once played and where my father and I enjoyed our days. Raoul, I began to wonder about my dear friend. I accepted his proposal with the eyes of a child yearning for her fairytale ending. I love Raoul yes, but something's different. I remember the letter I wrote for Raoul saying that I had to go with Madam and her friend to a place far away from the opera house and try to relax. It was half true and I feel sorry for Raoul for lying to him.

The stress of the past week is beginning to take its toll on me so I allowed myself the pleasure of sinking to the sweet embrace of sleep.

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Normal POV

she woke from movement on her lap. She opened her eyes and saw Erik's head turning side to side while mumbling incoherent words,. She noticed he was sweating and as she put her hand on his forehead, confirmed her suspicion. He was running a rather high fever. "Madam, Meg, Erik has a fever!" she said her voice going higher than normal. Antoinette was immediately awoken and meg soon followed. Antoinette knocked on the roof of the coach while yelling "Nadir! Erik has contracted a fever!"

The coach immediately stopped and the Persian's nearly broke the door in his haste to check up on his friend. He cursed in his mother tongue and barked out orders to the three women staring at him. " there's a stream near-by, I was planning on stopping later but now I need you to go get some water and wet a few towels." he handed them a small bag containing a small basin and a few towels.

As the three women complied there was one thought in his mind. " shouldn't the poison be half-way out his system?" he looked at his masked fried's face. "Erik, did I forget one of the effects of that damned poison?"

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A/N: did anyone see that coming? I'm not really good at cliffhangers and all but anyway, I would like to thank anyone who's taken the time to review/favorite my story. Any who, I hope Erik doesn't die. Even the authoress could wonder where a story is headed right? I have to warn you though, I am really unpredictable at times! Anyway please R&R!

Your obedient servant,

E.M.