Hello faithful readers and reviewes! I know that up here I shouldn't talk a lot and you're right... On with Chapter Nineteen!
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Do you love him?
They both made it to the car, no one following them, at least for Christine, who kept glancing back every five seconds. She wanted to know how they both knew where her father was buried and how they knew she was going to be there. Starting with Erik.
How had he known? How had he known that Resurrection of Lazarus was her father's song? It was the one he played during his time of faith and hope.
Maybe he was listening to her in the shadows and when he heard her speak of Resurrection of Lazarus, he thought that there wasn't a better time to try to regain her trust. That was something that he had lost a long time ago.
Raoul had taken her hand and hadn't let it go. It was as if he thought that as soon as he let go, she was going to run back to Erik.
As if.
Raoul led her to the car (he brought the Porsche again) and placed himself in the driver's seat where he placed the key in the ignition and stepped on the gas quickly.
They rode in an uncomfortable silence she didn't like. Then she broke it by saying something that she knew Raoul wouldn't like. "What you did back there? That was stupid."
Raoul stepped on the clutch and changed the shift. "He hurt you. He pushed you."
"He pushed me out of harm's way because you decided to be all macho and tackle him to the ground."
Raoul only glanced as her as she crossed her arms. "I did it to save you."
Christine scoffed, madder than she had felt in a long time. "Bullshit. You did it because you can't stand him. Its either because you can't stand him or because you can't stand the fact that he may care for me."
Raoul looked at her incredulously and it looked as if it was taking a lot in him to keep from laughing. "He does not care about you. He's using you, manipulating you, making game of you with all of this Angel of Music nonsense."
"Shut up, Raoul!"
"You know it's true," he insisted. "He gave Carlotta an allergy attack because of you, he killed Joseph for you. He did it in your name. He has to be stopped. He needs to be turned in."
Christine bit her bottom lip and sighed, knowing that he was right. She let him know this. "I know. It's just that he's had a tough life, tougher than a lot of people I know. He can't help it-"
"You should be his lawyer," Raoul said sarcastically, changing the shift again.
"I'm serious," Christine said to him. "He needs guidance, he needs someone to care for him, to love him to-"
"Do you love him?"
Christine stopped speaking, at a loss for words. How could he think that? She could never love him. But then again, why did she feels so strongly towards him? Why did a part of her respond to him the way it did?
She craved adventure, she longed for it, and that was just what Erik doing. He was giving her just what she wanted.
She answered Raoul's question with dead calm. "Yes, I do."
Raoul stared directly at the road and Christine though she saw his eye twitching.
"But I pity him most of all. Yes, I love him, but only the way I would love a teacher, my Angel. Not the way he needs or wants."
After a complete minute of silence, he said, "What about me?"
"Well, I don't love you right now, you're just being an ass."
He chuckled. "Christine," Raoul said sadly. "We must do something. He can't get away with what he did."
Christine sighed. "I know."
Raoul looked deep in thought, and then he finally said: "I know what to do."
All right my little ducklings, Review responses!
BlackRose- Don't worry, I won't get tired of your reviews ;o) Glad you like the wayI modernized the fight. I know it had nothing to do with the book, (as I've been told) but I couldn't help myself. I know swords are more sophisticated, but where would Raoul get his?
El loopy- That's what we writers do! We get into the head of the character and become the character herself. Not that I'm an expert in writing or anything. ;o)
Leann2712- I know what you mean. But Christine feels so lost and confused after her father's death that she would believe the ethereal figure that said was her Angel of Music. Then again, if she didn't believe, there wouldn't be a story would there?
LittleLotte, christine2004 and goldenlyre-So glad you like it! I'll update soon!I promise!
