Rebecca

Alright, before you read this, in the movie please ignore the part where Erik adjusts all the chains and stuff attached to the chandelier. Thank you. Oh, and there will be several little breaks to try and avoid confusion. And no thoughts this chapter. (actually, there's a lot of breaks…sorry) Well, it's the longest chapter and I think the second last, depends how things go…enjoy and review please.

Chapter 19: Don Juan Triumphant

The music was phenomenal, and several times Rebecca found herself forgetting that her father may be getting killed tonight. She was sucked into the performance, along with everyone else in the audience, and nearly didn't notice when it was her father in Piangi's place on the stage. When she realized, she glanced across the auditorium at the Vicomte, who was turning positively red with anger and jealousy. He nodded to the police that this was the man, and Rebecca's heart skipped a beat.

Erik and Christine sang their hearts out, igniting a fire within all who witnessed this amazing performance. The police froze in their spots, unable to move for they were under a sort of trance. Even Raoul could not move, and he merely watched as Erik brought Christine into his arms. Tears were brought to the blonde man's eyes, as well as Rebecca's and neither knew quite what to do. Rebecca sat back in her seat and gazed around the massive room, until her eyes fell upon the chandelier. She got up from the plush chair, whispered to Alistair that she would return, and then ran off down the hall. She knew that she just had to do something to foil her father's plans.

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Erik and Christine ascended the steps and met each other in the middle of the bridge to continue with their song of passion, fire, and love. They sang right into the other's eyes as though they were the only two people in the world. When they stopped singing for the briefest of moments, Erik glanced over at where his daughter was to be seated. She was gone. He knew that she was up to something, and lost his momentum. He could not think of the next line in his opera. Then, a wicked thought came into his brilliant mind.

"Say you'll share with me one love one lifetime," he began, singing the song Raoul and Christine had serenaded each other with on the roof top. "Lead me save me from my solitude. Say you want me with you here beside you. Anywhere you go let me go too, Christine that's all I ask of…" he was cut off suddenly when she ripped the mask and wig away from his face.

The crowd gasped and screamed at the sight of his face. He looked around frantically for the rope that would send them plunging down to the lair.

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Meanwhile, Rebecca had arrived above the chandelier and was busy trying to unhook the chain that held it up. By chance, at the precise moment Erik cut the triggering rope, Rebecca let loose the chandelier.

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Erik and Christine went plummeting down, disappearing through a trap door, and the chandelier began to swing. The room was sent into mass chaos, as people trampled each other to escape the swinging lights. It came crashing down and set the stage afire, sending the people backstage into a frenzy. Everyone rushed about, trying to escape the blazing inferno, and many died in the process. The managers cried for their investment and good names were ruined. Carlotta cried for her beloved Piangi had been killed, and her career would be dead now. The Giry's barely escape in the nick of time, and they cried for they had lost their only home. Everyone cried for something or someone that tragic night.

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Rebecca ran back downstairs to find Alistair. They met in a hall leading to one of the passages, which they promptly entered and descended down to the caves. They could hear the sounds of Erik and Christine fighting, as they arrived at the lair. Alistair and Rebecca quickly ducked into her bedroom where they would not be seen, and waited to see what would happen.

Christine appeared wearing a beautiful wedding dress; one that Rebecca had noticed her father working on over the past few months. She did not look happy at all. It was a tense moment between the couple that was broken when Raoul showed up. Erik dragged Christine down the steps to the edge of the lake, where he had hidden a rope with which he could tie the boy up.

The men struggled in the cold water, but Erik was clearly the stronger of the two. He tied Raoul to the portcullis and threw a rope around his slender neck to strangle him. All three were now in a dramatic argument that would only end in misery.

"You try my patience, make your choice," said Erik to Christine. He silently prayed that she would choose him and not the boy. With tears running down her cheeks, she stepped down into the water and over to Erik. While Raoul looked on, she wrapped her arms around Erik's neck and kissed him.

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Rebecca turned away and began to cry. She sat down on her bed, knowing that now that Christine had chosen Erik everything would be different. "Ally?" she asked.

"What is it?" he sat down next to her and grabbed her hand tightly.

"Do you think that your family could find somewhere for me to stay where I could be safe?"

"Of course," he said, and pulled her into a warm loving hug.

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Erik and Christine pulled out of the kiss. Tears ran down his mangled cheek, and he suddenly understood. He looked into Christine's eyes and smiled at her, knowing that in a moment, he would make her truly happy. He could hear the sound of the mob approaching and knew he had to move quickly. Getting out of the lake, he told the two lovers to go, and never return; never speak of this, never tell anyone about him. Christine hastily untied Raoul and Erik turned away and went to his bedroom.

Erik sat down on his bed and pulled out his music box which played the masquerade song. He quietly sang along to it, and tried to calm down. When he heard a soft sound, he looked up and saw that Christine had come back. For a fleeting moment he thought that she had changed her mind and come back to him, but was sadly mistaken. She handed him her engagement ring, and then left again, this time never to return.

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Rebecca and Alistair broke their embrace, and suddenly became alert. They could hear the mob coming down, and knew that they had to escape. They grabbed a few of her belongings, and ran out to the organ room to decide by which route they would vacate the lair.

"Look, maybe we can get out that way," suggested Alistair, pointing to shattered glass below a curtained mirror. He pulled the curtain away to reveal a passage. Rebecca nodded in agreement and they grabbed a torch and headed into the passage. Neither realized that only a moment ago Erik had entered this very passage, and that they would soon catch up with him. They ran as fast as they could, careful not to fall into any traps or make any sound. Rebecca led the way, and was nearly winded when she ran straight into something; a something that grunted.

"Erik?" she asked, holding the torch up. It was Erik; a tear stained and wet Erik, but Erik nonetheless. "Come on," she said, taking hold of his hand which for once wore no glove. The three of them raced through the tunnel, until they suddenly found themselves outside in a cloud of thick smoke.

"This way," said Erik hoarsely, and he led them out of the smoke and into a nearby alley. They all three leaned against a wall and caught their breath, trying to expel the smoke from their lungs.

"Where will we go now?" asked Rebecca. "Our home is no doubt being destroyed by the mob."

"I don't know," said Erik dejectedly. He rubbed his forehead and straightened Christine's little ring around his finger.

Alistair was hit by a sudden idea. "You can come stay at my house," he said, "we have a huge cellar that no one ever goes into, so nobody will ever know. I can bring you down a supply of food when you need it, and you can stay for as long as you need."

"That's a good idea, let's go," said Rebecca. Alistair hailed a cab and they raced off to the Picard estate. Once there, Alistair grabbed a stack of matches and candles, and led them down to the vast mansion cellars. It wasn't long before they heard footsteps upstairs, so Alistair had to leave them. He handed them a sack of food, and ran off.

Erik and Rebecca made themselves comfortable on an old sofa and drank from a canteen of water. Both were quiet and just sat there for nearly an hour doing absolutely nothing. Finally, Rebecca thought of something to say. "Where's Christine?"

"I let her go; she left with the boy." He hung his head down, and covered his face. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing to me?" she asked, scooting closer to him on the sofa. "I'm the one who was rotten about Christine through it all; I'm sorry."

"But I'm the one who insisted that she loved me, when she really loved the boy. I'm the one who tortured everyone and destroyed the opera house. I'm the one who hurt you by choosing a chorus girl over my own daughter."

"No, I'm the one who destroyed the opera house, I fixed it so that the chandelier would fall," objected Rebecca. She couldn't understand why he wouldn't just let her take the blame!

"Yes, but it was I who provoked you to do so," he said, feeling slightly agitated.

Rebecca glared at him and said, "But it was I who could not learn to accept the fact that your were and love and control my jealousy."

By bow both were standing and facing one another. "Yes, but if I hadn't been so lovey dovey about Christine in the first place you wouldn't have had to be jealous," he said, and Rebecca burst out laughing. "What?"

"You just said 'lovey dovey'!"

Erik had tried his best to stifle the chuckle that was itching to burst forth, but it was no use. Before they knew it, they were both collapsing on to the sofa with laughter. Tears ran down their cheeks and they were gasping for breath before long. Rebecca leaned her head against Erik and said, "I'm glad it'll just be us now."

Erik was quiet for a spell before replying, "But it isn't…you have that boy of yours upstairs."