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Now it was Erik's turn to stare in shock. The little voice in the back of his head was reminding him that she had decieved him many times before, she would do it again. All hope vanished and anger lashed within him.

"I do not need your pity Christine. God damnit it all to hell, the only thing I ever wanted to hear from you were those words. Now you utter them and it comes to late. I have already lost you, and i know this what you are feeling is not love. You love that imbasol De Changy." He seethed in a cold voice that hurt Christine like a blow to the stomach. Yes, that's what she had led him to beleive, wasn't it? Hell, she had once believed it too, in her young foolishness. But no matter, he was being stubborn as a mule. She promptly rose her hand and smacked him upon hearing those words being spit out with anger.

"I once felt pity for you, mon ange, but now standing before me i see nothing but a man who is too bitter about what the past has done to him to realize that his future is standing willingly before him!"

He eyed her warily, shocked that this tiny inncoent angel dared lay a forceful hand on him. He laughed inwardly despite the situation. She had grown a back bone...finally.

"So, you do not love him? Is that what you are telling me?" Erik hastily swallowd the faintest hint of hope rising from his shattered heart.

Christine lowered her robe to reveal bruises spotting her skin all over.

"Does this look like love to you, Erik?" She hissed. "Or is this what happens to a woman every night she shares her bed?" Erik stared. He trembled. He raged.

Christine watched as his expression changed from shocked to twisted with fiery anger. He reached out and brushed her skin softly and she flinched in pain. He pulled her to him once again and held her gently while she sobbed. He leaned down and gathered her up into his arms and carried her towards the servants door.

"Is there anyone in the house besides you, Christine?" She shook her head slowly.

He proceeded to carry her up to her room as he sung her a lullaby.

She was asleep within seconds. The bastard would die tonight. He was sure of that.

Raoul spent his hours on "Business" fooling around with some silly intoxicated girl in the shadows of an alley. She bucked and moned and screamed: the very reaction that never came from Christine. Satisfied, He called upon his driver to take him back home to his beloved Fiance.

He spent the ride home dwelling on Christine. She would not perform her duties as his wife, then she shall be disposed of. But how? That was the question that was running through his mind. When he pulled up to the mansion, he noticed something moving in the shadows out of the corner of his eyes.

He silently crept towards the servant's door, watching as a man carried something into his house. It was too dark to tell, but instinct told him it was that...that thing carry his Christine.

He silently followed him into the hallway, keeping quiet and a safe distance back.

(A/N: You didn't really think that they'd get away with this while raoul was still alive, did you? Hint, Hint)

Erik felt uneasy as he was carrying Christine up to her room. He kept galncing behind, but he knew the viscount was still out. Better live it up, boy. haha...He set Christine down gently on her huge canopy bed.

He placed a tender kiss upon her forehead and silently drew back into the shadows to wait.

"Get out here and fight like a man, you monster." Erik swirled on his heel and faced the viscount in the hallway. "So please tell me, great monsuier, what has brought you here to my home?"

Erik fingered the famous punjab lasso at his waist. He Stepped out into the hallway to face the man who made that fatal mistake of hurting his Angel. "You laid your hands on her, you bastard, and I have come here to make you pay."

Erik saw a glint of silver shining maliciously in the soft moonlight pouring through the window.

He could hear his heart beating rapidly, blood pumping through his veins as the adrenilyn kicked in just in time for the kill. Raoul raised the dagger in a beautiful arc just as Erik's punjab lasso came flying to circle around his neck. The strike was meant for Erik's heart, but the lasso threw him of balance and sliced his arm instead.

Christine watched from the shadows as her former lover encircled his infamus punjab lasso around her husband throat. With a murderus gleam in his eye's Erik start to push his foot down on Raoul's neck.

"Erik, no!" Christine cried from the doorway. Erik hesitated and looked up at her.

"What?" He growled dangerously. She placed a tentative hand on his shoulder and felt him steel himself at her touch. This wasn't going to be easy.

"Erik, leave him. Please? Let's just go and leave him to suffer, please, Erik, I only want to get out of here. Don't kill him. Please." His eyes slid out of focus, he was losing blood from the deep slice in his arm. She was right, it was best just to get out of there while they still could.

He slid the lasso from Raoul's neck but left his foot ontop of it. "Come after us De Changy," He heaved, "and I will not hesitate to end the piteous life you lead." With that he grabbed Christine and fled from the mansion.

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