A/N: Hey! Two chapters in one week. Wow! First time in a while! Short chapter though. Sorry. That's the price to pay. Not much to say, except thank you for the reviews they mean a lot to me.

LadyWillow: Thanks!

Pinkichigomewmew: Sorry short chapter, but glad you liked the last one! I promise a long one soon!

Clayphan: I love pissed Erik almost as much as I love concerned Erik! Lol

LadyoftheOpera: Can I join you beating Raoul with a stick? It sounds like fun. Like I said more fluff to come soon, well not too soon, but decently soon. And you need to calm down. 

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Christine woke in the morning, sun streaming through her windows. She groaned shutting her eyes. She had not fallen to sleep till at least 6:00 a.m. She had been afraid to sleep, incase she dreamed of Raoul again. Finally in the early hours of the morning, she drifted to sleep.

"Good your awake. Madeline's hungry," came a brisk voice from the corner.

Christine opened her eyes, to see Madame Giry sitting there with Madeline in her arms.

"She was crying when I arrived, it was amazing you didn't wake, though from what Erik has told me I'm not surprised." She stood up and placed Madeline in Christine's arms.

"Where is Erik?" Christine asked as soon as Madeline was attached to her breast.

Madame Giry hesitated. "He asked me to come take care of you, until you can walk again."

"Why?" Christine asked her stomach sinking.

"He did not say. I'm sure your hungry. I'll go prepare your breakfast," Madame Giry replied leaving the room.

Christine's stomach sank even lower. Her second dream had picked up where the other one had left off, Raoul yelling at her. He became frustrated, and began hitting her. He had said he would beat Erik out of her. She called for Erik to save her, making Raoul madder. He kept hitting her, and hitting her, and she kept calling for Erik. He never came. After a lifetime it seemed she had woken up. It had seemed so real. When Erik tried to comfort her, she remembered flinching away, thinking that he would hit her too. She remembered telling him to leave, and the hurt that flashed across his face. Madame Giry entered the room with a try of food interrupting her thoughts. She silently at the toast, and fruit, pondering how she would get Erik to talk to her. She knew he would avoid her at all costs, pushing her away. She wanted to apologize, and explain, but not tell him about the dream.

"Can you ask Erik to come here?" Christine asked Madame Giry, as she picked up the tray of food.

"I'll try my dear," Madame Giry replied leaving the room. She placed the tray in the kitchen, and went to find Erik. He was sitting in the dark in his room. He looked up as she knocked, and entered.

"She is asking for you," Madame Giry said quietly.

"She didn't seem to want me near her last night," Erik replied coldly.

"She was scared," Madame Giry said exasperatedly.

"How is it that she is still scared of me, when I have never lifted a finger to her," Erik said angrily, getting up and staring to pace.

Madame Giry sighed. "I didn't mean she was scared of you. She had had a nightmare. She is still very much a child inside. The nightmare shook her up. She didn't know what she was doing. Not everyone is afraid of you, you know."

"Everyone is afraid of me. Even you. How can they see my face and not be!" Erik shouted.

"Your face is just a face. I fear your temper, and what you may do while in a temper. I think Christine does too."

"I wasn't angry at her last night," Erik said through clenched teeth.

"We have already discussed why she was scared last night. I am tired of discussing this with you. Either go in and talk to her or don't. It's your choice," Madame Giry said turning on her heal and leaving.

Christine looked up from her book, as Madame Giry entered her room. She folded the corner of her page to mark it, and set it on the nightstand where she found it. "Is he coming?" She asked hopefully, though fearing she knew the answer. She had heard Erik shouting, though she couldn't make out what he said.

"He didn't say my dear," Madame Giry said apologetically.

"Why does he always avoid me?" Christine said frustratedly.

Madame Giry looked sharply at her. "He is afraid to get close to you. He is afraid you will break his heart again, and frankly so do I. He will not survive it if you do."

"I know," Christine said sighing. "I have not done anything to gain his trust, yet I wish I had it."

"I think you should move into my apartment. If you did not have a broken ankle, I would insist on it. Seeing that you do, and can't be moved you will have to stay here." Christine opened her mouth to speak, but was silenced as Madame Giry raised a hand. " I know my apartment is small, but you could share a room with Meg. I understand you are an adult, and a mother, so I will let you decide. I expect your answer by the time you are able to walk. I expect you to think about it," Madame Giry finished quietly.

"I will. Thank you for the offer." Christine smiled sadly. She did not wish to leave, but now realized coming here was a mistake. She didn't know what she would have done if she hadn't, but she should have stayed out of Erik's life. She didn't know how living with Madame Giry and Meg would work out, but she would think about it.

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A/N: I almost forgot. To make up for the short chapter I have a poem I wrote which was POTO inspired. We had to poems for English and I couldn't resist. LOL. It's a Haiku just to let you know. It's almost as long as this chapter. LOL. Ok here it is.

No sunlight escapes.

Mist rises above a lake.

Darkness conquers all.

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