A/N: Wow I'm glad for all the feed back from the last chapter. That chapter was my favorite so far. Of course the chapter Raoul dies in is also my favorite! LOL. This chapter and the next chapter will have some Raoul bashing in it. It's more of a fantasy Raoul though. You'll understand when you start reading. Sorry for the longer update again. I hate the end of the school year. I feel like I have a hundred projects due right now! I'm sorry to say that when summer starts the updates might not be fast updates either. I will be going out of the country, where the Internet is slow, and expensive. I will try to update at least once a week though, and will post more than one chapter at a time. Just a heads up. Ok I think I've ranted enough. On to the chapter, but first thank yous.

GoldenLyre: I love fluff, but unfortunately I don't think there will be much in the next few chapters. 

Clayphan16: I don't know why, but I love it when Erik takes care of someone. He really is cute when he does.

Pinkichigomewmew: I'm glad you like it (and read it lol).

Lady of the Opera: Like I said before. I love Fluff!

Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Keep it up! NOW on to the chapter.

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Christine was walking down the beach. Her hair lose and her feet bare. It was a beautiful day out. The sun was shinning and there was a slight breeze. Unexpectedly, there was a large gust of wind, and a red scarf around her neck, was blown into the sea. She ran to the edge, trying to catch it , but stopped. Suddenly a voice called. "I'll get it!"

Raoul ran into the water, laughing and swimming after the scarf. He dived into the water and when he surfaced he had the scarf in his hand. Smiling, he made his way towards the shore. "I believe this is yours," he said grinning, and handed it to her. She tried to take it, but he wouldn't let go of it. Gently she pulled it, but he still wouldn't let go. She pulled harder, and he still didn't let go. Looking up at him, she saw he was frowning.

"Let go," Christine said.

"No."

"Let go."

"No."

There was a moment of silence. Raoul's face grew angry. "Your falling in love with him, aren't you? How can you! He's a monster! Did you forget what he did to Buquet and Piange? What he almost did to me?" He screamed at her.

"No" she cried, tears falling down her face. Raoul had never yelled at her before.

"Don't lie to me? How can you forget me so quickly? Forget the father of your baby?" He screamed; his face contorted in anger.

Christine fell to her knees, crying and denying it, still holding onto the scarf…

"Christine! Christine!"

Christine woke with a start, tears streaming down her face. Erik was looking worriedly at her from beside her bed, Madeline in his arms.

"Are you alright?" Erik asked. "You were tossing and turning. I've been trying to wake you for five minutes, Madeline was crying. I heard her all the way in my room."

"Yes. Thank you for coming. I was having a nightmare," Christine said unsteadily, sitting up, and whipping away her tears. "I'm sure Madeline's just hungry."

"I'll let you feed her then." Erik said handing Madeline to Christine. He quickly left the room.

When he returned, both Christine and Madeline were asleep. Highly amused, he placed Madeline in her crib, and tucked her in. Then, he gently moved Christine from sitting position, to lying down, and tucked her in too. He moved to the door, but hesitated. Quickly, before he lost his nerve, he crossed the room, and placed a kiss on Christine's forehead. In her sleep, Christine smiled. Amazed at his daring, he went to the music room, knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep that night. He sat on the piano bench, and ran his fingers over the keys. After a few minutes, he softly began to play. He had not played for enjoyment in months. The tune he played was a simple, but haunting, nonetheless. It was filled with hope and fear, and he was soon lost with in the music, making it steadily more complex. Suddenly there was a scream from above, which broke his trance.

"No, Raoul, No!" Christine's cries broke the silent house. Madeline's cry's soon followed.

Erik immediately got up, and rushed to Christine's room, taking the stairs two at a time. Christine was on her bed, tossing, and turning, tears pouring out of her eyes.

Before he woke Christine, he picked up Madeline whose cries were beginning to rival Carlotta's. He started to rock and bounce her, as he'd seen Christine do, and within minutes, she was asleep. He gently placed her in her crib, and turned to Christine. She was tossing and turning more violently.

"Christine," he whispered, shaking her shoulders. "Christine wake up." You're just dreaming." Abruptly Christine shoot up into sitting position. She took several deep breaths, then began sobbing.

"Christine, are you alright?" Erik asked bewildered.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just had a nightmare." She said barely auditable over her sobs.

"Are you sure?" Erik asked placing a hand on her shoulder.

Christine flinched away, and Erik dropped his hand to his side. "Yes leave me alone," she cried.

"As you wish," Erik said coldly, letting the hurt seep into his voice. As he reached the door, he turned and looked at Christine. She had pulled her good foot up to her chin, and staring into space, slowly rocking. Erik wondered what she had dreamed about to shake her up so badly. It was probably about me, he thought angrily, that's why she didn't want me to touch her. He left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

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