A/N: Ok guys, I am giving you fair warning! The end of this chapter will leave you hanging, and I'm sure you will be angry at me for it. Cause It's a pretty evil cliffy, though I have seen MUCH worse. And I know you all will hate me for this, but I am leaving on Thursday for vacation and won't be back for a week. And due to getting ready and packing and such, I will not have time to put up chapter five until I get back. I'm so sorry, I love you all! But if I get lots of lovely reviews while I am gone, I will be uber happy and work my butt off to get up five and six quickly!

Erik-Meister: Yes I know, they were SUPPOSED to move too quickly. :-p Because if you recall, Erik decided he had to "think about it", and as we all know, he thinks way too hard and makes a big deal out of things. Which will create tension, and he'll probably get angry, CONFLICT! Lol. But I am very glad you loved it.

Violette de Musique: Yes I know chapter one was short, lol. I had meant to make it much longer, but decided not to. It's actually not that hard to make long chapters if you make an outline first, it fills up pages quickly.

Kerrie-A: Sends Erik to give you a kiss. Lol. Thanks.

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Chapter Four:The Peace Is Shattered

It had been one week since Christine spent the night in Erik's underground home.

Rehearsals for Romeo and Juliet were going well, she even befriended some of the new chorus members. They seemed to look up to her, although the ones who knew about the Phantom of the Opera 'happenings' with Christine could be heard whispering about her.

They probably believe me to be some whore, who slept with the Vicomte de Chagny and Erik.

"Christine! Do not stand there staring into nothing like a fool! You need to be rehearsing, opening night is approaching quickly!" Christine was snapped out of her daze by the sharp rapping of a cane, and Madame Giry's scolding voice.

"Oh Madame, I am so sorry! I guess I am just tired." She smiled sheepishly, wondering if that excuse would work.

Madame Giry sighed. "Alright, you may be excused. But you must be here tomorrow, rehearsing! No excuses." She glared sternly at Christine, but softened when she noticed the distress in the young girls eyes.

Poor girl, she was so happy after seeing Erik. Something must have happened between them. . . .

Madame Giry shook her head, and walked off towards her quarters. She wished she could comfort Christine, but she did not want to interfere. She knew that while Erik loved Christine, he did not know what to do with himself sometimes.

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Christine sat in her dressing room, thinking about all that had occurred with Erik. She thought about the first time she returned to his home, and how angry he had gotten.

But that night, the night I went back down there, and we almost. . . . .

It made me feel so, content, to be with him. But he hasn't even attempted to talk to me or see me since then!

She knew how sensitive and emotional Erik could be, and maybe he was only trying to figure things out.

But, a week? He had never gone so long without so much as a word to her.

Christine sighed, and resumed brushing her hair. As she sat contemplating things, someone knocked on her door.

Who would be visiting me now? Meg is out with her mother shopping, and Erik wouldn't come in that way.

"Come in." She set her brush down and stood to greet whoever was about to enter.

When the door opened, she suddenly felt frozen to the spot she was standing in. It was Raoul!

What is he doing here? Didn't he get the letter I left him? It has been two weeks, I thought he would be moving on by now.

She glanced at her hand where her engagement ring used to be. She had left it sitting on the night table next to the letter when she left.

Raoul had walked in, and was standing behind Christine. She turned back around to face him, and noticed that he looked as if he had gotten no sleep.

His eyes were red and swollen, and there were deep purple circles underneath them. His clothes were wrinkled, and his normally perfect hair was tangled and dirty.

Poor Raoul, this is all my fault. . .

"Christine! You have no idea how glad I am to see you again!" Raoul smiled and moved to embrace Christine, but she moved away.

"Christine what is the matter? I have not seen you in weeks, and you won't even hug me?"

"What is wrong, Raoul? What is wrong is I left you! And you expect me to act as if that never happened?" She was confused by his actions, she thought he would be more accepting than this.

"Well, yes. I thought you were just angry at me for something, and over reacted. I know you love me and would never really want to leave me." He smiled and walked towards her.

She backed up and gave him the most disgusted look she could manage.

How conceited and dense can someone be? Why would I leave him if I didn't want to?

"Why don't you come home now, little lotte? Pack up your things, you don't need to live at this place."

Christine sighed, he would never get it. "Raoul, I don't want to leave! Don't you understand? I am happy here. I was not happy with you! You will always be a dear friend to me, but nothing more. I don't love you, Raoul. I'm sorry."

Raoul looked at the ground for a moment, letting what she had said sink in.

"The only reason you would have to leave me is if you found someone else. Who Christine? Who?" He was getting angry now, because the answer was obvious. She was in the Opera House. If the Phantom, that disgusting monster was still alive, he would be here.

Christine sighed, he would find out eventually. However, he did not know the Phantoms name, so maybe she could use that to her advantage.

"Erik . .a man I met here. I am in love with him, Raoul." With that she turned away from him, and stared at the mirror. She thought she had heard a sound from behind it, but wasn't sure.

"Fine, Christine. But I know you will want to come back to me in time. And it will be too late." He stormed out, leaving Christine to think about what he had said.

He still didn't get it, and most likely never would.

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I can't believe she is there, with that, that monster! She didn't say that's who she is with now, but who else would it be? I saw the way she looked at him after she kissed him that night, she loves him.

But I'm sure she loves me more! I have to get her back. Somehow. . .

As he walked in his front door, he began to think of a way to get Christine away from that beast.

After all, he was sure that she was with him against her will. Why would she possibly want to be with that man? He was a murderer, and a freak. No, she was being held against her will.

He was sure of it. He would have to find some way to get her back, and to revenge upon that vile man for taking her and brainwashing her.

Raoul growled, no one takes away the property of the Vicomte de Chagny! He walked into his study, slamming the door and locking it.

As he paced the room, he began to form a plan. It would have to be very very sneaky, and well thought out. The Phantom was not an easy man to trick or sneak up on, this he knew.

Suddenly, he had the perfect idea.

This will work, definitely!

He smirked evilly and laughed, this, he thought, will be fun.

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Christine had relaxed a bit since her encounter with Raoul, and was staring at herself in the mirror. She was still a bit uneasy, something didn't feel right.

She had a feeling that Raoul was going to try something, the way he was acting when he left, it just wasn't right.

As she was thinking, she suddenly heard a strange noise. It was some sort of, stomping, she guessed, and was coming from the passage behind the mirror.

In fact, it sounded a bit like. . . .someone who was quite angry walking away from the mirror. Erik!

Christine flung the mirror open and ran down the passage.

"Erik! Erik wait!"

She caught up with Erik, and put a hand on his shoulder. However, she immediately drew back when he whirled around, and she saw the look in his eyes.

Pure venomous, and dangerous anger. I haven't seen him like that since the night he almost killed Raoul!

Before Christine could react, Erik lunged at her and pinned her roughly and painfully to the wall. With a growl that could scare the bravest man, he pinned her arms above her head.

"What was that boy doing in your room?" He growled. "I heard him asking you back!"

Christine squeezed her eyes shut, she knew what was coming.

Erik put his face right next to her ear, but instead of whispering, he yelled as loud as he could.

"Why don't you go back to your vicomte? We both know you would be happier!"

Christine had begun to cry, and Erik let her drop to the floor. She got up and ran to her dressing room, but Erik followed her and slammed the mirror shut.

"Answer me Christine, tell me the truth!" He pinned her to a wall again, not caring that he was obviously hurting her.

"Erik, I don't want to be with him! I-"

"No. Don't lie to me, I heard your conversation!"

"Then you would know that I-"

They heard someone approaching the door, and Erik let Christine fall painfully to the floor.

He was making his way to the mirror when the door opened, and turned to see who it was.

When he saw who it was and heard a gun click, he turned to the mirror again.

He was almost through the mirror when a gunshot rang through the room, and Christine screamed.

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A/N: Please remember that I love you all! Lol. I am so sorry to leave you hanging this way, but I couldn't resist a cliffy. J And I will post chapter 5, and maybe 6, as soon as I get home from my vacation! (July 30th )

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