The Point of No Return, Chapter 4
A/N: Wow, you guys are really keeping me writing! If you talked to one of the readers from one of my other stories, they would say I update roughly once a month. This story hasn't even been up for a week, and I've already written four chapters! Ok, thanks all, your reviews are really nice and helpful, keep 'em coming! Also, some of you asked, Madame Giry doesn't know that Meg is gone yet – she didn't read the letter – she just delivered it. Just thought I'd clear that up – sorry if it confused any of you!
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Thanks to: MindGame, Lizzie Black, Erik'sTrueAngel, angelofmusic45, erik'sangel527, loverly16, LoneGunGirl88, smgirl, Mystery Guest, Phantom of the Past, CloudxInxCrimson, reddancer, MadameAngel, who-am-I-91, Pickledishkiller, The Dark One Reborn, emma, No One Mourns the Wicked (Wicked is awesome!)
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Note to CloudxInxCrimson – I'm sorry about Raoul being so OOC! I put a note in the summary to let people know, but it's not going to change, because, then, I would have no plot. Also, I suppose this could stretch to being categorized under Vicomte-bashing, but just to let you know, I know that Raoul had good intentions and was just major interfering, but I still don't particularly care for him. Thanks for the review and for letting me know, and sorry if it bothers you.
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Chapter Four
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Erik ran up to the Louis-Philippe room, seething. He threw the door open, and shoved the note into a startled Christine's face.
"Look what your damned fiancé has done now!"
He watched her face change from puzzled, to sad, to angry as she read the note.
A tear rolled down her cheek.
"How could he! How could he do something like this!" Christine said to herself. She was beginning to realize that she really had made the right choice, but it had drawbacks. She would not lose Meg, nor would she marry Raoul, especially knowing that he was a kidnapper, and would gladly be a murderer.
She looked up at Erik
"What are we going to do Erik? We have to get Meg back – from – from that monster."
Erik was startled. He never thought that she would think of the Vicomte the way that most people thought of himself – as a monster.
"You aren't leaving," he said, a little harsher than he had meant.
If he was surprised by her previous choice of vocabulary – he was beyond surprised by Christine's next actions.
Christine dropped the letter and ran to Erik, throwing her arms around his neck.
"I made a choice last night. I'm never going back to Raoul. I'm staying here – with you – I'm not leaving – ever."
Erik pulled back, unbelieving.
"I could understand you not wanting to be with that Vicomte now, but you can't possibly wish to stay with me, I'm a monster," Erik told her.
Christine frowned, and cupped his cheeks to look right into his eyes.
"Erik, never say that again. You are not a monster, don't you see? You are an Angel," she told him, as though it was obvious.
Erik's eyes widened in disbelief.
She stood on her tiptoes, then, and pulled his face towards her's. Slowly, she smiled, then pressed her lips to his.
He didn't need words to know that she was telling the truth.
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A/N: Oh, by the way not the end! Please review!
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