Yay New Chapter, and it's not as short this time, Sorry Some are so Short- I write them as they come me. And Once again Sorry for the Rant, I'm sure you've all wanted to say the same on here at one time or another. Haha. And want to Personally thank Gravity01-I REALLY appreciate the support, it was really something I just needed to hear. I now feel that if someone were to flat out say 'THIS SUCKS' I could laugh it off. You really hit the bulls-eye on how I feel about this story. ( I just wanna get it out there before I go back and edit.) As for the delay in posts I wish I could give you all a legitimate excuse as to why it has been so long, but I simply don't have one and will try to keep a steady update on chapters this time around...

Erik made no reply but tightened his grip around the younger mans wrists, as he struggled to reach for his face.

"Stop thrashing about," Erik said in an oddly peaceful voice. "You see Raoul, If I may be so bold as to address you so Sir?" And mocking Raoul like this for some reason tickled Erik to his utter delight, he thrived on it.

By what his mask didn't cove you could see Erik's best imitation of a smile. "No objections?" He asked surprised, not wait for Raoul's reply he simply continued. "Now you see- wounds, such as the ones you've acquired must be looked after and tended to, oh so carefully. And Raoul that is exactly what I have done for you. Tended to your every need, and you would throw away all my hard work by infecting yourself by digging these filthy Hands into My new masterpiece?" Lifting Raoul's arms to emphasize his point. "tsk, tsk dear boy...I'm...rather disappointed to be quite honest." the smile never leaving Erik's lips.

Raoul let his arms go limp, Erik knowing this to be his sign of submission. Releasing Raoul then standing up while straightening his suit coat. "You've never seen a festering wound have you? Well there's a first time for everything isn't there." Erik said in a matter of fact way. Raoul just sat there and let Erik's words seep into him, the pain he felt about his wrists and body immediately began to dissolve with the released pressure of Erik's grip as he now lay still and let his body calm itself, his face still had a severe aching to it. But he dared not touch it.

"Now listen to me closely, the water I've been giving you to drink has also been filled with a pain reliever-much like that of morphine. Believe it or not Raoul, but you are over the worst of it. Well this type of pain that is... Hmmm your wanting to know how long you've been like That, I can tell-well Your going on day 8, I believe. I've been lessening the dose of pain reliever as the days go by. Because I need you to be conscious enough to eat. You see it would just ruin everything if you were to die now Raoul, wouldn't it?" He pouted with insincerity. "I've left you some bread, take care to eat it be for the rats do, Raoul."

Just the way Erik said his name made Raoul sick as if the devil himself were addressing him as a comrade.

He knew he needed to clear his mind, how could he make it out of here alive? Not to mention that if this is what was happening to him then what of Christine!

Christine. Christine. Christine! Her name kept running through Raoul's mind endlessly. "Christine." was all he managed to choke out to himself.

Erik paused, looking at the man and then to his watch. "Ah yes Christine." Erik Sighed. "Well I must be on my way, Christine must be worried sick, about me and where I am." He snickered to himself. Taking one last look at Raoul he turned on his heel and started to walk away. "Raoul de Changy, you might not know it now, but I have shown you a great many mercies."

Making his way to his home Erik entered in the front door, something he rarely if ever he had done. He took off his suit coat and laid it atop the stairway railing. Walking into the dimly lit living room, where he found Christine sitting by the fireplace reading a book. Slowly he walked closer to where she sat. She didn't bother look up from her book.

He stood gazing at her for a moment, and he knew she felt his eyes upon her.

"Good evening, Angel..." he cooed softly.

She didn't even look up at him, but closed her book and pressed her small fingers around it in her lap.

Slowly he walked even closer to her and knelt at her feet, his eyes meeting her's- She quickly looked away and made to stand up. But he caught her hands, still wrapped about her book, gently pressing her back to her seat. "Please, Christine, Please. I know your upset with me. I can stand you not being able to look at me. But to deny me the sound of your voice-It has been days." He sounded exasperated. Still holding her hands in his, he caressed his fingers along her hands and wrists while staring at them.

"I Love you Christine" was all he said.

Once again she made to stand and brush him aside, this time he did not stop her but stood up and watched as she started to leave the room. She paused for a moment staring at the staircase, "Where is he Erik?" she breathed the words out ever so quietly.

"Forget Him" he said sternly. 'Christine, no one will ever love you as I do. If anything you were no more than a whim of desire to him. I know it! I saw the way he looked at you! And it made me sick!"

She turned to him with a callus in her eyes he'd never seen before. "Stop!" she yelled. "Raoul Loved me-he loves me!" Within a single moment of saying that her glare went soft and she slowly walked towards him, taking his hand in hers and entwining their fingers. Then resting her other hand on his shoulder. "Tell me Angel, tell me he's alive isn't he?" she pleaded innocently as a child, her voice was a chorus of angels to his ears.

Though he knew full well what she was trying to accomplish he could not resist, he wrapped his arms around her waist, still holding her hand. He pressed his body to hers. Taking in all that she was.

"If you love me-" she whispered.

"I love you Christine," he assured her, "More than you or perhaps even I will ever know." he replied in her ear not giving her the chance to finish the rest of her sentence before.

He pressed his hand up and along her waist and smelt the faint perfume in her hair, then feeling her body stiffen he pulled away from her abruptly almost pushing her to the wall. He immediately made his way up the stairs, to his music room.

Leaving her their to collect her thoughts, she heard his door shut and the sound of him playing his music begin.

Her emotion quickly over coming her as she began to sob uncontrollably and fall to the floor,

"Erik!" She screamed out his name in anger and frustration.

So There it is, your newest chapter-I just broke through a small writers block so I think you can hopefully expect another chapter fairly soon :)