HI! Hope you aren't too angry for me not posting, this is a very important chapter in my book and why i decided to write this in the first place, so I hope you enjoy!

"Christine!" Raoul shouted after her as she opened the door to the rooftop of the Opera Garnier. The snow had started to fall and there was already a thin layer where she stepped. Christine was terrified, she was now snapped out of her Trance with the man she called Angel. He was really the Phantom of the Opera and she had now come to see the truth of it. Raoul grabbed her by the shoulder to turn her around only to see tears coming from horror filled eyes.

"Christine…"

"Please," Christine said, sniffling, "I will tell you everything but we must stay here. This is the only place we will be safe…from him."

As Raoul followed her to Apollo's Lyre, he scoffed. "Christine, you can't possibly believe there really is a Phantom."

"Raoul, you don't know. You were never down at the bottom; you were never at his home." Christine looked down at the snow covered hem of her cloak. She went over to sit on the bottom of the statue and Raoul followed to sit beside her. It wasn't as cold as expected for a winter's night in the city. The only coldness was the snow that slightly hit her face as Christine looked up into the dark sky.

"Raoul," she lifted her face to meet Raoul's eyes, "He was the Angel, he was the angel who promised me the world. He said he was the one that my father sent me. I now know that it was all a lie."

Before Raoul could say anything, Christine silenced him by putting her fingers to his mouth.

"Raoul, I have been there. To his world of unending night; to his world where light dissolves into darkness. Those nights I went missing, I wasn't ill, he took me to his home beneath the Opera House."

Raoul's eyes widened a bit, but he remained calm, letting Christine continue.

"Raoul," Christine's voice thinned even more that Raoul had to bring himself closer to hear her, "I've seen him. Who could ever forget that sight? Who could ever escape from that face, so distorted, so deformed, it was hardly a face…in the darkness…"

"What do you mean?" Raoul's voice stuttered as he asked.

"I unmasked him, Raoul, he wears a mask and I thought it was just something to mystify me. But I was wrong, so very wrong…"

Then Christine stood up and walked a few steps towards the edge of the roof to look at the glimmering lights of the city and the memories of his voice filled her head again.

"His voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound. In the night there was music in my mind. With that music my spirit started to soar and I heard as I never heard before…"

Christine then felt two warm gloved hands gently rest on her shoulders. She turned around and snapped out of her half trance to see Raoul standing behind her with heavy, sad eyes.

"This was a dream, Christine, nothing more."

Christine looked down, sighed, and looked back up at Raoul.

"But Raoul, in his eyes laid all the sadness in the world. Those pleading eyes, so helpless yet adored."

Raoul pulled her into a hug to try and erase anything she might have felt for this figment of imagination.

"Christine, Christine…" he tried to sooth her.

"Christine….."

Christine and Raoul both froze and looked around them to see if anyone else was up there with them, they didn't see anyone.

"Please Christine, no more talk of darkness, what happened to my cheery girl who spoke of distant lands and merriment?"

Christine brought her cheek to Raoul's chest, "She's gone, Raoul. She's too scared to dream anymore."

"Forget these wide- eyed fears, " Raoul sighed, "I'm here, nothing can harm you, let my words warm and calm you."

"Oh, Raoul… say you'll share with me, one love, one life time, fill my head with talk of summertime."

"Do you love me?"

Without hesitation, Christine replied that she did.

"Anywhere you go, let me go too," Raoul proposed, "Love me, that's all I ask of you."

Raoul leaned in to take Christine's cold lips to his and lifted her off the ground. Christine never felt a love as strong as she felt for Raoul. She loved him so much and wanted to be with him forever. They laughed and Raoul wiped away Christine's tears.

"I must go! They will wonder where I am, wait for me Raoul."

"Christine, I love you." Raoul called once Christine ran towards the door to the theatre. She turned and giggled.

"Order your fine horses, be with them at the door!"

"I shall my love!"

As Raoul closed the door behind them, a shadow stepped out from the other statue into the snow and fell to his knees where the couple had been sitting. He took his fedora off and let the snow fall on his hair and on his mask. He could feel the melted snow enter his mask through the holes that let his eye see. The cold was actually refreshing seeing that he could hardly feel anything at that point.

He sat there for a long while and then started to pity himself as reality sat in.

"Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man, of my virtue I am justly proud. Beata Maria, you know I am so much purer than, the common, vulgar, weak licentious croud."

Images of the nasty stage workers flashed through his head, with their drinking and there dancing and there disgusting other habits .

"Then tell me, Maria, why I see her dancing there, why her scolding eyes still scorch my soul…" Then he saw her, the image of his Christine in the white robe she wore when he first brought her down to his lair. She was almost ghost like standing in front of him. With no speaking she raised her hand to beckon him to her.

"I feel her, I see her, the sun caught in her raven hair is blazing me in out of all control."

Erik stood up and took her hand as he pulled this image of Christine to his body and caressed her.

"Like fire, Hellfire, this fire in my skin."

Erik started to smell this Christine's hair.

"This burning desire, is turning me to… sin." He then pushed this imagination from him and it fell to the ground, but it didn't disappear. She brought her hand back up again to call to him, but he slapped it away and paced away from it.

"It's not my fault, I'm not to blame! It is the horrid girl, this witch who set this FLAME!"

He then felt the hand of the ghostly Christine upon his shoulder and smacked it away again, and this time he heard a distant howl escape from her lips. He then turned to it, rage started to build up.

"It's not my fault that in god's plan, he made the devil so much stronger than a man!"

This ghostly Christine ran up to Erik and placed her arms around his neck in for an embrace and the weight of this figment was so heavy that it brought Erik down to his knees again, he stared up to the sky begging for this to stop.

"Protect me, Maria! Don't let this siren cast her spell. Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bones!"

He now started to cry, the weight was too strong and he now was on all fours, to catch his breath and the ghost brought him closer to the snow covered rooftop. He tried to fight this figment, this ghost.

"Destroy, Christine! Let her taste the fires of hell! Or let her be mine, and mine alone!"

With that there was a distant singing, and a ghostly image of the Viscount appeared. The ghostly image of Christine finally freed Erik of her restraints and floated towards the young and handsome man.

"Say you love me," The ghost beckoned to the ghost of Christine.

"You know I do," Christine answered.

This was the tipping point, Erik stood up and ran towards the two ghosts and ripped them apart from each other and they turned into a fog.

"I'll find her, I'll find her if I have to burn down all of PARIS!"

Images of Christine and Raoul burned in his mind and then Jeanne, poor Jeanne was caught in the mix and she wailed with her sadness in Erik's ears. The sound of the couple singing and Jeanne's wailing in his mind caused him to grab at his ears, covering them.

"HELLFIRE! DARK FIRE! CHOOSE ME OR THE PYRE! BE MINE OR YOU WILL GO!" With all the strength of his yell, Erik collapsed gasping for breath.

"God, have mercy on her," Christine's ghost appeared again, "god, have mercy on me", then Jeanne's ghost appeared.

He then stood up, ran passed the figments of his imagination, climbed up onto Apollo's Lyre to feel the cold breeze in his face.

"But she will be mine, or she…will…burn!"

With the loudness of his voice, the opera house shook as well as the old chandelier that was already half way broken.

"You will curse, the day you did not do…all that the PHANTOM ASKED OF YOU!"

Then there was a loud snap in the theatre, and the chandelier fell and crashed into the stage, at Christine's feet.

Well then, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I love this chapter because it's so, i don't know! You would get more effect if you listened to Hell Fire from Hunchback as you read this because it gives it more feeling. ANYWAYS Please please please tell me what you think, because this is the end of part 1 since the next chapter will be 6 months later! well 6 months later in the book, it won't take me 6 months to upload. In the next week or so I should have the new chapter up! Make sure to comment and follow! It's totally awesome motivation!

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