A/N: Hello, I'm here to inform my lovely readers that I might not be able to update the next chapter due to my upcoming hectic life of my last semester in university! I apologize in advance. :( But hey, who knows if I got free time to sit and write the next chapter?

Warning: Violence and... prepare for the worst or the best.

Christine's P.O.V

"What are you going to do? Kill her?" Raoul says to Philippe but I do not see his face, for my sight is clouded by anxiety. I see a figure of a man standing next to him, taller and bigger. I try to bite Philippe's hand but he seems not to be effected by that. My heart beats faster each time the knife gets very close to me. I did not suspect that he would hurt me in any way at all. I know now that I was wrong.

"Christine? It is Philippe. May we talk?" Softly, he asked me to open the door after Raoul and I had an argument. I wiped off my tears stain quickly and walked over to the door. I never wished for this to happen but somehow it did.

I opened the door and he looked at me with his redden eyes. Had he been crying? "Are you all right?" I asked worriedly. He sniffled and walked into my bedchamber, sitting on the edge of my bed, shaking his head. I stared at him and waited for his answer. "Christine, are you leaving?" He asked, his hand pointed to a small suitcase with a several of my personal things.

"Unfortunately, I am. I apologize for not being able to make your brother happy. I thought that this is for the best." I said, looking down at the floor in resentment. "Do not worry. I understand. You should finish packing up and then we will talk about it." I nodded hesitantly and strode over to the suitcase to insert the last dress gown. Why was he being too understanding and nice to me even though he knew that this will hurt his own brother? Philippe stood up and walked towards the door, closing and locking it.

I turned around as I rose to my feet. "What are you doing?" I asked, feeling a bit worry. I took a step behind a little. "You know, Christine. You should have been dead on that night." My heart stopped beating at his solemn statement.

"I'm sorry, what are you saying?"

"You have stolen the Raoul I used to know. You've killed him."

I tried to catch a breath silently, knowing that arguing with this man would be completely useless.

"Let me go." I said just above a whisper. He stood there staring at me with subtle threats. "I have never stolen Raoul from you. He came for me." I frowned slightly.

"Yes, you have. If you think you are to come out of this chateau alive, then you are wrong. You have stolen him and now you are breaking his heart!" He said, his voice slowly raising as he took out a knife from his vest. "Please, just let me leave!" I begged of him, still keeping my distance. My stomach churned from panic and fright, wishing that I had not opened the door in the first place. He started to walked closer towards me and I ran from another direction towards the door but he was faster. He caught my arm and pulled me into his gripping arms. I tried to scream when he had his hand over my mouth but he then pressed the knife against my left cheek, telling me to shut up. "I will let you die in peace, Christine."

I whimpered, knowing better than to struggle. If I tried to do anything, I knew he'd thrust the knife through my skull.

"Christine, someone wants to see you." Raoul called for me behind the door, suddenly. He knocked on the door a few times before I found my voice to scream out his name. Philippe seemed to get panicked also, knowing his brother was outside of the room. He lowered the hand that held the knife and pressed it against my spine threateningly. "Scream one more time, you will be paralyzed your whole life." He whispered in my ear before Raoul and his company burst into the chamber without warnings.

Raoul is shouting at Philippe of words I cannot make out. Currently, both of them are throwing words from their mouths back and forth until the man beside Raoul makes a move towards me. As my sight becomes clearer, I recognize the man before my eyes. Before I could react, I am already in his arms, being fetched away easily from Philippe's grip.

"A-Angel?" I whisper mindlessly, staring into his eyes in puzzlement and startle. He was the last man I thought I will be seeing in this room with Raoul.

"It's- It is Erik. Say nothing, we will have to get out from the house now." He said, sternly and quickly, tearing away his eyes from me. I almost cannot feel my legs, as if I was not standing in the real world.

"Don't get in my way!"

Raoul's sudden loud gasp has made Erik and I turn our head sharply to the both of the De Chagnys. A scream that is mine, I let out in horror as Raoul turns toward us slowly- his chest was stabbed with the knife. Erik catches Raoul when his legs give way and lay him down on the floor.

Philippe gaped at Raoul, realizing what he has done. His face quickly turns into a sneer when his eyes are on us, my angel and I. I ignore his ugly and piercing glare. Tears burning and streaming down my face as I rush to Raoul's side while Erik keeps his eyes on the-now-unarmed- Philippe.

"Raoul, please stay with us. Stay awake." I whisper, my voice trembles violently. I don't know what I should do to stop the bleeding. Raoul breathes slowly and calmly as he stares at me with a pair of teary eyes, apologizing under his breath.

"I apologize, Christine. This is my fault. I deserve this."

"Stop talking nonsense, you are going to be all right."

"Mary! Anyone! Please go and get a help for your Monsieur Raoul!" I shout at the open door, hoping for the servants hear me. I look at Erik desperately- he has Philippe under his hold. "Angel- Erik, please. We need to get Raoul a help." Erik turns his head away regretfully, knowing that nothing much can change this dreadful fate.

"No, Christine. There's no use." Raoul shakes my arms a little, he takes my face gently. "I am going to go eventually." He whispers again, a tear rolls down his pale cheek. His eyes are searching for mine, for I cannot look at him in his bluish steel gaze anymore. I do not wish to hear him talking nonsense about losing hope in staying alive.

"Whatever is the matter, Mademoiselle?" Mary hurries to the door and gasps loudly when her eyes fall on Raoul's chest. She presses both hands against her mouth, looking frightened.

"Quick, call the officers." Erik speaks to Mary as he ties The Comte's hand behind his back. "Now!" He demands when the girl stands there in shock. A masked stranger is seizing The Comte De Chagny and the Vicomte lies on the ground with a knife pierced through his chest would surely horrify anyone that lays their eyes before such a sight. She nods frantically, turns on her heels and quickly descends down the stairs.

I return my eyes to Raoul and rip the lower side of his white shirt, quickly yet carefully cover the cloth around the knife blade that still sticks out on his chest. He cannot die this way. I cannot let it.

"Christine, I will bring this man downstairs and then I will look into the kitchen if they have got some ice to treat this bad wound. You must keep him awake." Erik says softly but firmly, trying to reassure me. I have never thought that he would help Raoul, and thought that Erik would let him die instead, but I can sense that he is more compassionate now. I give him a nod and a small smile, only looking away when he and the cruel Philippe leave my sight.

"Christine-" Raoul's whisper brings me back my attention towards him. His once calm blue eyes which have always gazed into mine, now seem dark and lifeless. What has he done to deserve this? He brings a cold hand to his chest and points a finger to the knife and lets out a hollow chuckle, gasping for air between his words. "This. Little thing. Did not. Miss my heart." With that, I fail to hold back my tears and cries forlornly. "No, it must have. It must!" I cry, shaking my head, denying the truth, for the knife blade stuck slanted slightly on the right.

"I love you, Christine. Thank you for making me happy since the night I saw you as Elissa."