A/N: Oh. My. God. I love you guys and thank you so much for your reviews! I'm happy to say that I think I can now stand on my own two feet, and won't be requiring anymore ideas from you guys. Thank you so much for those of you who came up with ideas – I used every single one of them and just some quick shout-outs to those of you who make my day…
Hades250 – I did put some mild E/G fluff in the last couple chapters, and I would love to give you some more now, but we need to return to our evil characters for 2 or 3 chapters, unfortunately. I'll do my best to reward you when the time comes, however! :)
LoverandaFighter – Wow you're totally right. I don't really like author notes in the middle of stories when I'm reading them (they usually drag me back to reality and I can't get lost in it as much as I like to) so I'm at a loss as to why I did it. However, my laziness is comparable to Raoul's, so I won't go back in the previous chapters and fix it anytime soon, however if there is any more singing later (which there definitely will be) I'll just describe it instead of ranting about how much I hate inserting lyrics into stories.
Eriksangelofmusic4ever – Haha yes you have a very good sense of smell.
LNDcrazygirl – ahh thank you thank you thank you for reading every chapter so loyally and letting me blab to you about random LND things. You make it worth being awake at 2 in the morning.
For those of you who are concerned, I'm getting my sleep cycle back to something sane and I just came back from the doctor who's going to recommend me to a sleep specialist. Anyway, this is way too long so now back to the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Love Never Dies. Be sad. Be very sad…
Raoul was lying back on his bed, ignoring the blood that was seeping out of his hands and into the silky bed sheets. He also ignored the stinging sensation of glass deeply imbedded into his flesh, and continued to clench his bleeding palms into fists as he stared up at the ceiling.
That monster had raped his wife, he had no doubt. And most likely threatened her to keep the secret of what he had done; why else would she claim she had willingly slept with… it? And why in hell would she ever go back to him?
No, Raoul was absolutely certain this had been against her will, and that only served to fuel his anger. That bastard son of his was of no importance to Raoul. He was the consequence of a monster's force and disgusting desires he could not repress. Breaking the father's rib, and the son's nose, seemed to be very satisfying. Who cared if he had raised Gustave as his son? Who cared if he had kissed him goodnight? Not Raoul. The thought of kissing anything that was that monster's twisted flesh and blood, made him gag.
This needed to end. Now. He could no longer walk this Earth knowing that half-faced man – no, thing – was sharing it with him. He had to do something.
And with that, Raoul gently drifted off to sleep – even though it was only four o'clock in the afternoon – whilst creating a plan in his mind. A very evil plan, indeed.
A/N: The author note was longer than the story itself – sorry! I'll update soon. Just had to end it there. And you'll find out why his hands are bleeding later – let's just say there's a little bit of the Phantom in him after all. (You still haven't figured out what Erik was playing in chap 18, we'll see if you can figure out this…)