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Chapter twelve

The little Chapel in the bowels of the ship

A frightened Christine went back to the chapel where she had first heard Erik's voice. She lit a candle, knelt, and prayed. She wished her father had never spoken of the Angel of Music. She now knew he didn't exist. She cried silent tears and wished none of this had ever happened. Yes at one point she did have feelings for Erik but when Raoul came back into her life things changed. She only wanted to be with Raoul. They were childhood friends and she thought he had forgotten her but he didn't. When he came to see her in her dressing room she felt so happy. But she could also feel the anger that Erik felt. She did love Erik to; but in a different way. Raoul had been her first love; Raoul had been the childhood sweetheart. Erik was the more mature lover. The man who's passion for her rocked her very soul. Erik truly cared for her and she understood that; only a bit to well it seemed. As she silently prayed she heard a voice.

Don't forget your angel…

"Angel is that you?" Christine asked.

Yes it is me.

"You lied to me."

You lied to me.

He began to enchant her with his voice. She became deeper and deeper into his power.

"I'm sorry angel."

Christine I love you.

"Angel…"

Come away with me. You can live with me in my home forever.

"Of course my angel."

Erik would have succeeded if the swashbuckling hero never appeared. Raoul burst through the chapel. With his gun drawn he dashed to Christine and grabbed her arm.

"Raoul?" She looked at him confused.

"Back away Christine." Raoul said warningly. "This man is not your angel."

Christine wouldn't budge and then Erik jumped out behind the painting of the angel with his gun drawn as well. He shot at Raoul and missed. Raoul jumped backwards and shoved Christine out of the room. From behind the candle's Raoul shot at Erik and he dodged the bullet just barley. Erik jumped behind a statue of an angel and shot at Raoul; it nicked him in the shoulder causing Raoul to scream out in pain. Christine screamed as she watched the incident from the doorway. Erik came out from behind the statue and shot at Raoul again, he missed. Raoul fired back, another miss. The two seemed desperate to kill each other as they fired their guns. Erik fired at Raoul and he dropped to the ground to dodge it, in doing so he fired at Erik's thigh with a direct hit. Christine's former angel dropped to the ground and Raoul positioned the gun at Erik's head.

"No Raoul! Please, not like this." Christine begged.

Only wanting to do what his Christine said he holstered his gun and he ushered Christine out of the room. Christine never looked back at her fallen angel. Erik lay there withering in pain and wondering why she didn't let Raoul just put him out of his misery. He gathered up enough strength and lifted himself up off of the floor. There was blood everywhere and Erik couldn't feel a thing in his leg. With a twinkle of anger in his eyes he limped through the picture of the angel and made his way back to his home. When he got there he bandaged up his leg and rested. After that there would be no more time for resting. The board was set; the pieces began moving. He had come to it at last; the greatest battle of his existence.

"I know what we should do!" Raoul said bursting into the stage managers office.

The two of them looked up at Raoul expecting him to continue.

"We will perform his bloody opera. He'll show up if we do. Then we can nab him." Raoul explained.

The two managers nodded in agreement.

"I like the idea."

A frightened Christine came into the office as well accompanied by Meg and Madame Giry.

"I don't know Raoul, I'm frightened." Christine stuttered.

Raoul went over and hugged his frightened Christine.

"Don't worry my love, everything will be ok. There will be many of the ship's staff aboard armed with guns. He won't get away. Besides where will he go? This is a ship, its not like he'll take off with you into the ocean." Raoul said calming Christine.

"I will go alert the staff and tell them to get ready." One of the managers said leaving the room.

Raoul left with his shaking Christine still wondering if she should go through with this. Her mind whirled with both outcomes of what might happen after they perform Erik's opera. The board was set; the pieces began moving. She had come to it at last; the greatest battle of her existence.