Thanks for the reviews everybody- it's so fun to open my email and find emails about reviews! Im sorry I haven't updated in a while- I have had writers block

LuvinLivnReadn- im trying to be original here- but it's so hard haha! I will try to write longer chapters for you but they always look so long in Microsoft Word :sighs: I will try to write longer chapters. Thanks for your review!

Ally N. S- AH! I love your fanfic! Its so good and so sweet- thanks for reviewing mine :D

EriksSylvia- I know it is sad right now- but I will make it happier- maybe not for a few more chapters- but soon- I PROMISE!

Acharnae- thanks for all your comments- they are really helpful. Just a warning to everybody, I suck at grammar so please forgive all my errors! And when I meant a wax figure I was thinking of heavy wax- not the wax shell – heavy wax would sink. And if it wouldn't- then I will just say that Erik made it sink! Thanks for all the help!

Countess Alana- omg! I totally agree with you- Raoul is such a loser "with L-shaped sideburns" haha LOL! Yes- Christine will get to erik but it remains to see whether erik will take her back- after all he has Camille now… haha! Thanks for the review!

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Disclaimer: I don't own any part of POTO- but I do own Camille- she is my creation… STAY AWAY FROM HER! Haha- lollers… ok fine I will just start the story now….

Take me home

(From Camille's POV)

I sighed happily. Erik… isn't that such a lovely name… he was taking me to his home. He finally trusted me. But as we walked his face became brooding and he became distant- his hand going slack in my hand.

"Erik- was is it? What are you thinking of in that head?"

"I… oh… nothing my dear Camille- I was just a little distracted. I am sorry. "

(Narrative form…)

Her face fell slightly when he avoided her question and she sighed "oh… I see."

"Camille- please don't be angry with me!" his voice was pleading

She turned her vibrant green eyes towards him and asked coldly "Give me a reason why I shouldn't be angry with you Erik. Something is clearly upsetting you and you won't tell me what it is. I thought that maybe you were finally starting to trust me. I was clearly wrong. Please forgive me- I will leave you."

She turned away from him, not wanting Erik to see the tears now slowly making their way down her face.

"Christine-"he began and realized his slip when he saw her back stiffen "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I meant Camille!"

She whirled around to face him, her eyes blazing with anger.

"YOU! All this time- all the time I have been a replacement. When he said you loved me you didn't see my face- you saw Christine's face!" she spat the name out with disgust "Do you even realize how hard it was for me to stop thinking that you were thinking of someone else. I finally made myself stop thinking that- I thought you loved me, Erik! And now… now it turns out you have been doing that all along!"

Erik was shocked by her outburst and it pained him to Camille in this state but he heard what she said and it struck a chord deep with him.

"Camille…" he sighed "I do love you. But Christine was my first love- she is proving hard to forget. I was her angel- bound to protect her. I will not be taken by her again though, Camille. She has caused me too much pain, too much anguish! I am through with her." He responded

"I'm sorry Erik. But I don't know if I believe you." But her heart believed him and her head believed him- the force of his words rang with honesty and sincerity.

"Well… you should. I love you, Camille. Please come to my home with me?" he said in his deep, sensual voice

"alright… but you had better behave yourself." She smiled but her voice retained its distance.

"thank you my love, I will behave myself."

Christine stumbled through the streets, tears stinging her eyes.

She looked up to heaven and beseeched God "Why? What have done to deserve this? I'm sorry I hurt Erik. I truly am. But why must you punish me like this?"

Her cries went unheard in the howling winds and pouring rain.

Finally she saw the magnificent steps of La Opera Populaire. She took a deep breath and hurried up the steps.

She stepped inside and looked around. So similar and yet so different… Tears rose unbidden to her eyes and slowly she walked to her old dressing room.

Her hand traced the faint outline of her name scratched on the door, it read 'Christine Daae'.

Her voice came out sounding tiny and broken as she spoke "Christine Daae… she is no more. In her place, a broken woman stands."

Tears ran in rivulets down her pale face.

She slowly pushed the door open, looking in on the room. It still smelled faintly of her perfume and… roses. It had been kept clean and she rushed to the mirror and touched her hand to its icy surface.

"Oh Erik." She breathed out his hand and collapsed to the floor, her body racked by sobs.

"Please come back to me! ANGEL, PHANTOM, GHOST… ERIK!" she cried out in anguish

She screamed out her pain begging her angel to come back to her.

She grew cold and her mind numbed and surrended to the pain that enveloped her body.

Raoul woke in his room and prowled into Christine's room wandering how she was doing.

He shouted in anger and distress when he saw the empty bed and the rust colored stain that had spread across the silk sheets

"Damn that chit! I will find her!" he shouted to no one in particular

Ok… this was like 4 pages long in Microsoft word and its prolly on like half a page on but I tried to make them longer… I hope you like this chapter- please… READ AND REVIEW!