A/N: Hey guys! I am sooo sorry it has taken me so long to update! I've been having some personal problems, and also am running out of ideas. . .uh oh. And as much as I love my beta, I don't think they will be able to beta my story anymore. -cries- So I need a new one. . . Any takers?

On with the show! I mean. . story. Yeah. Lol.

Pertie: Hahahaha! Oh yes, I myself am a reader also, so I know what it's like to keep wanting more and more! Lol.

PoppiesNRoses: When I wrote that, it was assuming that Raoul lives near the opera house, maybe ten minutes away by carriage or horseback. Also, Christine had been sitting in her room for awhile before Erik actually came in. . . .probably an hour or so, because Erik would have gone back down to his lair to think about what he heard, and to cool off a little. I'm sorry I didn't make that clearer in the chapter!

Erik-Meister: Lol! Yes, fluff. Well, this chapter is going to be a bit less fluffy. And I have a problem, my beta may not be able to beta my story anymore. . I may need a new one. And my ideas are running out. . . -sigh-

Bauer4ever: Lol, thanks.

MrsGerryButler13: Haha, thank you. Sorry it took so long to update, I've had idea issues lol.

Becky-boo89: Hahaha. -hands plushie-

Chapter Six: Le Moulin Rouge

Erik and Christine had been living together in his underground home for nearly a month, and so far everything had been peaceful. Erik expected Raoul to attempt something stupid again, and yet he didn't.

They had spent most of their days sitting around idly, snuggled up in a chair reading together, or singing together. Although, most of the time it was Christine singing, and Erik playing along on the organ.

A few times Christine had to go out to the market for food and other necessities, and Erik always worried that Raoul would find her, and he would never see her again.

"Christine please, don't go out at night, who knows what could happen out there! You are young and beautiful, and there are many men who would take advantage of you."

"Erik, I will be fine! I love you."

She was gone for what seemed like hours, and Erik nearly died of anxiety. And when Christine returned, he exploded. The only time he had yelled at her in a month.

Erik sighed, putting down his book and looking over at Christine. She was engrossed in the book she was reading, Romeo and Juliet.

Funny, he thought, that she should be reading the book of the opera she dropped out of.

Christine decided that she no longer wanted to be Juliet, not when she could spend all of her time with Erik. He was angry with her for quitting, but had to admit, he liked being with her all of the time.

He set his book down and walked over to Christine. She was so caught up in her book that she didn't even notice him, and squealed when he bit her ear gently.

"Erik! Don't do that, you frightened me!" She swatted at his head, trying to get him away.

He laughed, and pulled her hair playfully. "You can't tell me you didn't like it, darling."

He grinned devilishly, and walked away.

-

Raoul sat in front of the fireplace in his study, reading a letter from one of the Opera Populaire's ballet rats. He had employed her to spy on Christine, and she was doing a fine job of it.

Monsieur le Vicomte,

I have just discovered that Christine is engaged to that Phantom! What news, right? She has been living with the monster in his dungeon for a month, who knows what they've been doing. What a tramp she is!

Much love respect,

Victoria

Raoul read over the letter several times, then threw it into the fire and stood.

Why would Christine want to marry that monster, that creature? Why would she prefer to be with him, when I am perfect and could give her everything?

I must get her back, and seek revenge upon the Phantom!

"Raoul! What have you been doing in here for the past two hours? We need to discuss your recent business account in Florence!"

Raoul looked up to see his older brother, Philippe de Chagny, walking into the room.

"Yes yes, Philippe, not now. I'm busy."

Philippe raised an eyebrow, and walked up to his brother. "Doing what? Meditating?"

"No! Devising a plan to get my Christine back, and kill that beast."

"I am going to go up to the police station, and I shall pay the gendarmes whatever they ask to accompany me to le Opera Populaire. I will lead them down to the Phantom, and inform them that he is a dangerous and crazy murderer, and they will kill him."

Raoul grinned proudly, and sat in his favorite armchair.

Philippe looked at Raoul like he was crazy, and sat down on the divan.

"Raoul, my dear, younger brother. You have lost your mind over this woman! She is only a glorified chorus girl, you should be after a more dignified woman."

With that he walked out, leaving Raoul glaring after him.

"Crazy, hah!" He muttered. He stormed out of the house, and headed to the stables.

He quickly threw a saddle on the dappled grey in the first stall, jumped on his back, and spurred him on.

-

Raoul arrived at the Moulin Rouge a short time later.

Le Moulin Rouge was a men's night club, and he desperately needed something to take his mind off of. . .things.

He tied his horse to a post and walked inside. The pandemonium of the Moulin Rouge hit him hard in the face.

Bright colors were swirling as girls danced in their showy skirts, and the air smelled of smoke and liquor.

Raoul walked over to a table, where a waitress in a very revealing and brightly colored costume flounced up to him, smiling seductively.

"What can I get fer ye, messiuer?" She spoke in a heavy English accent, and looked to be very young.

"Absinthe, please. Two glasses of it."

The girl walked off, and Raoul looked around, trying to find a suitable courtesan for later that night.

He spotted a beautiful young thing sitting in a corner staring at him. She had long black hair, tied in a messy bun at the back of her head.

She was wearing a red dress, extremely low cut, with a full skirt, colored in red, black, and orange.

She looked slightly more innocent than the rest of the girls, and younger.

Raoul nodded in approval. She will do.

-

Raoul lay in bed next to the girl, Gili.

He had quite enjoyed her company, though he wasn't sure if the Absinthe helped with that.

He stood up quietly, and dressed quickly. He left the whorehouse and headed towards the police station.

Dismounting his horse and walking into the station, he noticed several gendarmes standing around. He approached one mean looking gendarme, and produced several hundred francs from his pocket.

"I will pay you and your men handsomely to carry out my, er, mission.

-

"Madame Giry!" Philippe ran up to the ballet mistress, nearly knocking her over in his rush.

"Madame Giry, I wanted to inform you of-"

"Yes, monsieur de Chagny? I have very little time, I must get back to rehearsal."

Philippe appeared a bit perturbed at being interrupted, but he continued.

"Raoul is planning to retrieve Christine from the Phantom, and have him killed in the process-"

Before he could continue, Madame Giry gasped and hurried off.

-

"Erik, Erik please stop tickling me! Erik!" Christine shrieked and swatted at Erik's hands, attempting to push him off of her. However, he only chuckled and continued tickling her.

"Erik! Come quickly monsieur, I have urgent news!" At the sound of Madame Giry's voice, Erik jumped up and hurried out of the room.

"Yes, Madame, what is the matter?"

"The Vicomte, he is planning to come here, Erik. He is going to try to take Christine from you, and he is bringing many gendarmes; he wants to kill you!"

She stopped for a moment to breathe deeply, then continued.

"You must leave the opera, Erik. Non, you must leave Paris. It is too dangerous for you here!"

Erik stared at her for a moment, then made his decision.

"No, Madame. If le fop wants to fight me, so be it. No one can scare me away from my home. And no one, no one! Can bring down the Phantom. He grinned sarcastically, and sauntered off.

There was much to be done to prepare for the arrival of the Vicomte.

A/N: Hehehe. Good chapter? Or no? Please review!