A/N Sorry it's been awhile, but I went to my Grandparents, so let's see, when I left off, well you already know you've been reading the story, so let's just get on with it.

Chapter Eight: The Masked Ball and Revenge

Erik stared at the piano keys. His master piece was finished, Don Juan Triumphant. He sighed, he wished he Lotte could perform it, but the others did not know that she could speak, much less sing, and he felt an overwhelming need for revenge. He wanted to take all his frustrations out on the Vicomte and Christine. The lover's who called him a monster, who mocked him with their happiness. He would get his revenge knew just how and would all start at the masked ball.

Lotte stormed into the room where Christine was preparing for the masked ball.

"Christine we need to have a talk." Christine's face lost all color.

"Lotte, you… you can talk."

"Yes Christine and I know all about your angel."

"My… oh."

"Yes, the beautiful soul you denied."

"I see…"

"No you don't Christine, you are a simpering fool!"

"Oh I see now, you love him." Christine sneered.

"So what if I do."

"You love a monster, a murderer."

"Erik is not a monster!" Lotte turned to look at Sabriel's angry face.

"Just who are you little girl, and what do you know to say this man is not a monster?"

"I am Sabriel Tamora Chastain, and any man who my sister love's and spent three months searching for me to reunite us is not a monster." Sabriel glared at Christine.

"What do you know? You are only a child."

"I may be a child but I have been through more than you will ever know, and my sister, I know, has been through worse!" Lotte took Sabriel's hand.

"Well, Christine, I hope you and the fop, are happy."

"I should say the same for you and the monster." Lotte glared at Christine for a moment and then, deciding she wasn't worth it, she turned and left.

Sabriel looked around her at all the bright, spinning, colors that surrounded her. There were so many people. She wondered if Erik would show up. She hoped that he would and that he would dance with An-Lotte. Sabriel didn't understand why her sister wanted to be known as Lotte from now on, after it was that horrible Christine who had given her the name, but Sabriel had decided to humor her and not argue with her. Ever since Erik had found her and told her that her sister was alive, Sabriel had been so happy. She loved her sister and was happy to be back with her, especially now that the nightmares had stopped.

Suddenly the music stopped and Sabriel turned to see what every on was staring at. It was Erik! Sabriel smiled and dropped Lotte's hand, her sister didn't seem to notice. She pushed her way through the crowd and hurried to get to Erik and ask him to dance with her sister and make her happy. She stopped dead in her tracks, what was Erik doing? Why was he walking towards Christine?

"As for our star Ms. Christine Daaé , her voice is good…." What was Erik saying? Why wasn't he asking Lotte to sing the part? Sabriel just didn't understand. She watched as Erik pulled the necklace from Christine's throat.

"You're chains are still mine, you belong to me!"

"Erik!" Sabriel called. She watched as Erik turned and looked at her. She gasped, why was he wearing, such scary clothes? "Erik?" She felt so childish now, she was crying in front of all these people. Suddenly Erik was holding her and they fell in a flash of flames.

"Sabriel!" Lotte screamed. Why had Erik taken her? Suddenly she realized her mistake and found she didn't care. She ran to the place where they had disappeared, but Raoul had already gone down and the trap door had closed.

She ran to Christine's dressing room and struggled to get the mirror-door open. Finally she succeeded and she ran down the twisting underground passages. She ran for what felt like forever and when she reached the lake, she heard laughter. She calmed down a little and found that the boat was still there.

Once she had crossed the lake, Lotte jumped out of the boat.

"Sabriel." She cried, unable to disguise her fear.

"Lotte, my dear, you sound do frightened." Lotte jumped at the sound of Erik's voice. She looked around, but didn't see him anywhere.

"Erik? Where is my sister? Why did you take her?"

"She is fine and I took her to comfort her, it seems she was quite upset by conversation you had with Christine." Lotte felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"I… I…" Erik laughed.

"You my dear, have quite a lot of spirit." Lotte smiled." Come my dear, we are in the music room."

A/N Well, that was interesting. Let me know what you think!