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Fires of Love…Fires of Hate

"Christine!" yelled Raoul as he ran into their bedroom, "Christine wake up!"

"What is it darling?" said Christine as she awakened, "It's five in the morning."

"Yes, I know…" said Raoul, his eyes narrowing, "What did you dream of? Were you caressing his horribly deformed face or were you making love to him?"

"Raoul!" cried Christine horrified as she brushed strands of hair out of her face, "I have no idea what you are talking about!" But even as she spoke a faint blush crossing her cheeks betrayed her.

"I know Christine!" he said glaring at his new wife, "I know that you give him the life that he needs! You unwittingly communicate with him. The only way to truly rid the opera ghost from the world is…well, I think you know." He said as a sadistic smile spread across his face.

"Raoul! You've gone mad!" screeched Christine, "What in all hell are you talking about."

"Hell is exactly what I'm talking about…" said Raoul maintaining his calm voice bordering on insanity, "Or, more exactly, one of Hell's creatures. Erik is about whom I am talking."

"He's dead Raoul!" she screamed and then started crying, "He's dead."

"Yet he lives."

"He's dead!!!"

Raoul took out a small vial, "I'm not going to kill you Christine. Right now I love you too much, but I need your help. We need to rid Erik's ghost from the world."

Yet Christine could do no more than just huddle in a corner and sob, "Erik is dead. He's dead. Dead."