A/N: I was on vacation and just got back Sunday, and I fished out my Stories Binder this morning, and my brother forced me to come downstairs so I took my laptop and am writing a ...dun dun dunnnnn... new chapter! woo! I'm so proud of myself! ..lol..

For everyone this update probably took a really really long time, but that's not really too true, because chapter 5 used to be an A/N, but I changed it to a chapter, and it didn't come up as an update and it annoyed me. So if you haven't, go back to chapter 5 and read it... it's not a note anymore! ..lol.. okay, three points:

- Raoul's servant people are his friends.. that's how freakish he is... he uses his friends.. he's wierd. deal with it. bu-ut.. Christine doesn't know about this. ... just to let y'all know ...

- There's Erik action in this chapter! woot!

- We can't reply to reviews! It's really annoying.. There's a petition going around the e-mails, to let us reply to reviews again. If you haven't gotten it, leave your e-mail in your review and I'll send the e-mail to you so you can sign.

..On with the story! charrrrrge

A little ways down the road, behind the carriage, a figure rode closer and closer. He went unnoticed by anyone in the carriage; Christine was asleep, and Herman was too preoccupied with his thoughts. A few minutes later, the horse and rider were just behind the de Chagny carriage, and Herman's attention was finally caught. Hearing a separate set of hoofbeats, he leaned over the side of the carriage, and was surprised to see a familiar figure riding up next to him.

"Good afternoon, Herman.." Raoul said as quietly as was possible, for Herman to hear, but for Christine not to hear, yet over the noise of the horses.

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Herman recognized the voice immediately, and quickly glanced behind him at the still-sleeping Christine in the back seat. Making sure she wasn't going to overhear anything, he looked back to Raoul. "What are you doing!" he hissed.

"I need to know where Christine is going." he stated.

Herman shook his head, "I don't think that's a good idea." This earned him a frustrated and annoyed look and he hurriedly explained. "Look at it from my point of view; she left for a reason, Raoul. She doesn't want you knowing where she's going and following her."

Another glare. "I don't need this right now. I love her, even if she claims she doesn't love me. I feel the need to protect her. She's my life.." he trailed off.

"That moved some point inside me, if a very small point, but I still don't think this is a good idea, Raoul. If she finds out what you're up to, she'll shut you out of her entire life, not just her room."

Raoul glowered at Herman, anger flaring. "I find the idea of firing you very appealing at the moment."

Herman chuckled, but abruptly stopped, twisting around to see Christine stirring out of her sleep.

"Damn it!" Raoul growled. "Where is she going!"

Herman hesitated but quickly and quietly answered, "The train station." Raoul nodded and trotted ahead of the carriage and to the train station.

"Herman?" Christine said, running a hand through her hair drowsily. "Who were you talking to?"

Herman sucked in a breath and replied, "I was giving directions.." nodding to Raoul, who was a safe distance away and unrecognizable.

"Oh.. Well.. That was nice of you.." Christine said, then turned to look out the window at the passing scenery.

xx-xx-xx-xx-xx-xx- (finally) to Erik's point of view -xx-xx-xx-xx-xx-xx

Erik looked down at the half-finished picture in his hands. It was his last one, he had sworn. He just needed something… anything… about her. It tormented him to no end, but he had to do it.

Erik had decided he couldn't end his life. Not yet. It was too soon? What if she came back? The chances were slim, but he couldn't stop himself from hoping. It had only been, after all, two weeks. He would wait another year.. and a half. That was final, now, in his mind. If a year and a half passed, and she didn't come back, he would try to end his life then and there. And if that didn't work.. he'd go find Nadir and see what he thought of everything. Knowing his friend, he'd most likely take Erik into his hands and have him travel with him, to take his mind off of everything. "In time, it will be just a mere memory." he would say. Erik just hoped he didn't have to endure a year and a half of waiting before (if) she came back.

Erik looked up from the charcoal Christine to look across the lake. It looked dreary now that he didn't have reason to cross it. No managers to fool with, no ballet rats to scare, no Christine to tutor, no performances to watch. This was what his life had become; and empty nothingness, nothing to look forward to, no one to look forward to seeing.

A tear escaped his eye and made its way across the bumpy path down his deformed cheek. Since that night, when the little Giry girl had taken his mask, and after he had come back when it was safe, he hadn't had the heart to look into the drawer of the dresser in his room, where he kept his spare masks. It would just remind him of what he was cursed with. With the mirrors smashed, there was nothing he could look into, whether accidentally or not, to be reminded of his face. The only way was to touch his face, and he was used to not doing that; it would just attract attention to it, so he wasn't bothered by that.

He watched as the tear slipped off the end of his chin and onto the paper, where a perfectly drawn head and neck of Christine was sketched. The droplet of salty water landed just under the eye, successfully making it look like the Christine in the picture was crying along with Erik.

He looked sadly down at it, and placed it beside him on the organ bench where he was sitting, his back to his organ.

A/N: I was high on sugar and stuff so please do not mind if this chapter was a little out of my ordinary writing.. .hehe..

Plus it's short.. but I think you're going to have to get used to short chapters for this story. At least until I start re-writing the roleplay. Then they'll be longer, since I can stop them wherever I want to. ;-)

And another note: I don't picture the mob with axes and weapons with the strength to actually mess the organ up into shards of wood. Swords don't have that kind of strength… In my eyes, the organ is still intact, but has cuts and stuff 'engraved' into it from people trying to destroy it with their daggers. Yes, somebody could have thrown a torch at it and set it on fire… but BASICALLY; I need the organ for later use and it is still in working condition! No questions about it, okay? ..lol.. you can make comments about it.. but it's staying this way.

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