Disclaimer: Need I say it? Sir Lloyd Webber is still in my bathroom...I won't let him out until he grants me permission to secretly steal Phantom from him...

Sandra: Well, I'm back…This took longer than I thought. But I had to make it perfect, or as perfect as I wanted it… and then I hadda type it…
Erik: That's not that hard!
Amanda: I agree.
Sandra: I don't :points at Erik: If you make any more smartass comments against me, no more s'mores!
Erik:whimpers: Sorry…
Sandra: It's okay :hands Erik a s'more:

Review replies:
Emily singing reflection- It's not really a play, and I don't like that romantic crap messing up my story, lol, it needs to be …more real-ish, or w/e, but thanks for the suggestion. I thought it over. I don't really think my story is amazing, but I'm glad you do!
Other people who are basically saying the same thing- thanks for liking my story; I sorta think it's crappy, but okay… lol!
Amanda: I REVIEWED so I get to kiss Erik :starts severe makeout session with Erik after kicking the dead diva aside: teehee!

Chapter 3: Confrontations

"I have to talk with her," Raoul said to himself. He needed to know the reason why Christine was so upset. Sure, he had reached his own conclusion, but he needed to hear Christine say it. He turned around and strode through the garden to the front door of his house. Walking swiftly through it and up the stairs that were just inside, he reached Christine's room in a mere few seconds.

Knocking loudly, he said through the door, "Christine, I need to talk to you. Open the door or I'll break it down," He sighed impatiently, he kept up his knocking. Of course, he had no intention of breaking down the door. He'd ask Jean to do it.

He heard a soft click and stopped knocking, turning the door knob. He swung the door open and saw his fiancée for the first time in days. She was sitting on her bed, staring out the window.

Raoul quickly crossed the room and stood in front of Christine, blocking her view outside. "We need to talk." He said firmly, taking her arm and pulling her off the bed.

"Let go of me." Christine said calmly, moving away from Raoul. "Where do you find it best to talk?"

"In the study. Come on." Raoul stated, walking out of the room and across the hall, into the study. Christine followed him in and closed the door behind her. Sitting down in the maroon leather armchair facing Raoul's desk, she innocently asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

Raoul stood behind his desk and slammed his hands down on it. Christine didn't as much as flinch. "What do I want to talk about! I want to talk about what's wrong with you!" he spat out angrily.

"I don't know what you mean. There is nothing wrong with me. I simply enjoy sitting in my room by myself, alone." she replied, sarcastically, but in that sweet little voice of hers.

Raoul snorted. "Yeah, right." He sat down in his chair. "I've been thinking…" Christine smirked and interrupted, "Really?"

Raoul narrowed his eyes. "Tell me, why did you lock yourself up like that? Why did you not want to leave that demon's hell?" he leaned forward, palms on his desk. "Why did you give him our ring!" he growled, seething.

"Are you really so narrow-minded that you can't figure it out?" Christine leaned back into the chair, then stood up. "Maybe you are, or maybe you just won't let your pitiful mind accept the fact I don't love you, that I would rather be with Erik, in his beautiful darkness than in this prison." she yelled, spreading her arms out to emphasize her last few words.

Raoul's eyes widened, then narrowed again. "You don't love him! You feel pity for him!" he yelled back.

Christine threw her arms down to her sides, sighing, and turned away. "And you still won't accept the truth."

Raoul growled and walked around the desk. He grabbed Christine's shoulder and whipped her around to face him. "You are still my fiancée, Christine!" he hissed into her face.

"Not anymore!" she screamed at him and threw his hand off her shoulder. Turning around, she stormed out of the room.

Raoul's jaw dropped. 'Not anymore'? He slowly walked out of the room and across the hall, stopping in the doorway of Christine's room. He slumped against the doorframe when he saw Christine angrily hurling her belongings into a bag (think of the large duffel bag). She dropped the last of her dresses into it, closed it, and shrugged into her cloak.

Heaving the bag up, she gave Raoul one of her death-glares and jerked past him, pulling the bag behind her as she descended the stairs.

The maids and servants cast confused glances at her, but Christine ignored all of them except Herman. "Get a carriage ready, please." she told him, going out onto the front porch.

Herman nodded and hurried off to the stables as Christine set her bag down and leaned against a pillar of the porch.

"Christine, where are you going!" Raoul asked, running out onto the porch.

"You need to ask?" Christine replied coolly. She saw Herman headed their way in the driver's seat of the carriage. He stopped in front of the house and jumped down.

"Would you like me to take your bag, Madam?" he asked, climbing up the stone steps toward her.

"Yes please, Herman." Christine answered, heading towards the carriage. "Goodbye, Raoul!" she called in a sarcastically happy tone and disappeared into the carriage.

Raoul inched forward towards the carriage after Herman climbed in. Straining to hear where Christine was going, he faintly heard "train station". This puzzled him. The train station? He thought Christien would have gone straight to the Opera House.

A/N:

Sandra: bwah haha small cliffie.. I TRIED SO HARD TO GET IT UP FAST 'MANDA!
Amanda: thank you..
Sandra: SORRY for the typos, I'm hurrying to get it up before Amanda has to go…
Erik: lalala
Sandra: Uhm, Erik? What's wrong, honey?
Erik: lalala :eats another s'more:
Amanda: Oh dear, I think he's getting high off s'mores…
Sandra:sits in Steve's 'thinking chair' pose: You know…
Amanda: yes?
Sandra: This may prove to be a good time to take advantage of him.
Both: OH GOODY :jump on and snog Erik:
Sandra:looks up: Leave a review, or else… :takes out and swings Punjab menacingly: