A/N: I don't have much to say on this chapter. Only that I need 3 more reviews till I reach a hundred!

Xavilyn: Thanks! Just to let you know, Erik didn't actually physically threaten Christine, he just bruised her wrists. And actually I was thinking about the original novel. When she took off his mask, if I remember correctly, he was a little rough. Like I said I think he has a bad temper, that sometimes gets the better of him. He would never hurt Christine purposefully. By the way, I don't think they had anger management classes in the 1800, but if they did yes Erik would defiantly need to go. LOL.

TheaterAngel: Thanks! I try my best to keep the characters in character. I just try to see the characters do what I'm writing in my head, and if it doesn't feel right, I don't make them do it. It's one of my pet peeves when they're not in character.

LiltingBanshee: I'm glad you can see that, but don't worry. He should get over that soon.

pinkichigomewmew: Thank you! The kiss isn't going to solve anything, its just going to make more problems! But don't worry. They'll work through them!

GoldenLyre: Erik's mad at Christine because he thinks she's playing with his heart. It will go into a little detail about that in this chapter.

Glitter Queen of The Ice show: Thank you! I'm glad.

bejou: LOL. I can't wait till the forth movie comes out. That's probably what we're going to do with Dan! Your welcome, and what did you expect Erik to do?

Silinde: Don't worry it explains it a bit in this chapter.

Layla Wendel: I take that as a compliment. LOL. I'm trying to show how many things they would have to work out before they could get together. I mean they have been through a lot, which they have to over come. Add that with Erik's stubbornness, and temper…Well things could take a while. But don't worry they'll get there eventually.

phantomofleopera: I know the chapters have been getting shorter, and I'm sorry. Here's a longer chapter for you, and the next one will be longer too.

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Christine moped around her room for the next few days. She didn't eat, she barley slept, and she barely spoke. She would however she would stare out the window for hours. Madame Giry was worried about her. She hoped that Meg's visit would cheer her up.

"Come my dear. Put on a nice dress," Madame Giry said the day of Meg's arrival. "Meg is coming today, with Nadir."

Christine was sitting by the window, in her nightgown. She turned to Madame Giry when she spoke, but she looked so lost, as though she didn't know what was going on. However she nodded her consent.

"Here where this nice blue one," Madame Giry said holding a dress up.

Again Christine nodded.

"I'll leave you to change. I expect you to be dressed, and have eaten, by the time I get back," Madame Giry spoke sternly.

Once again Christine nodded.

Madame Giry looked at Christine hard, to make sure she would do as she said, and left the room, taking Madeline with her.

Christine looked at the dress for a few minutes, before standing up and reaching for it.

For the past few days she had felt dead, cut off from all emotion. Her mind and body were numb. She now had an idea what Erik had gone through after she had left him.

With great effort she took off the nightgown and pulled on her dress. Then she sat back down and had a cup of tea, and a small piece of bread. Even though she had eaten little the past few days, she was not hungry. She felt a little better having put on nice cloths and eaten a little though.

Madame Giry entered the room a few minutes later, Meg was with her. Meg smiled kindly, and Christine knew Madame Giry had told her everything. At this point she didn't care anymore. She didn't care about anything.

"Hello Christine," Meg said cheerfully, taking a seat in a chair near her. Her mother had forbidden her to mention anything about Erik and Christine.

"Hello," Christine croaked, trying to smile.

"Why don't we take a walk? It might make you feel better," Meg suggested.

Madame Giry shot her daughter a look, but said, "I think that's an excellent idea. The fresh air will do you some good."

Christine knew arguing wouldn't do any good, so she nodded.

"Perfect!" Meg said happily, leaping up from her chair.

Christine however rose slowly from her chair, and limped to her cane, which was leaning against her bed.

"I'll stay here with Madeline," Madame Giry said.

Christine nodded her consent for the hundredth time.

Meg happily helped Christine down the stairs and outside.

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Erik watched the two girls walk outside from his window. Meg was chatting happily, while Christine didn't seem to hear a word she said. He had not seen Christine in a week, not since she had kissed him.

She had kissed him.

He still couldn't believe it. What had she been thinking! Doing something like that! She should know better. The only reason he could come up with was that she was trying to ruin or kill him again.

He too had spent the past week in a slump, never leaving his room, and not eating, though Madame Giry did bring him food everyday. That and a glare, as though any of this was his fault! Of course he shouldn't have reacted so badly, but what was he supposed to do? Take her in his arms and tell her he loved her? He did love her, with all his heart and mind. He couldn't stop loving her, no matter what she did.

He sighed angrily turning away from the window. If she didn't leave soon, he certainly would!

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As soon as they were away from the house, where Meg was sure her mother was watching them from, she turned to Christine. "Come let's sit on that bench, where we can really talk," she said indicating to a bench surrounded by flowers. It seemed Erik was a gardener as well as so many other things.

Christine silently sat down.

"Now Christine," Meg said taking her hands in hers, "tell me what really happened. Everything from the moment you met him."

Christine nodded slowly. It was time for Meg to know everything, so softly she told her story for the first time. "I love him. I think I've always loved him, but there was always something in the way. First my father, then Raoul. He was my Angel of Music. Then he showed me he was a man, and I got scared. He killed people! Raoul was there for me, so I ran to him for shelter. Before I knew what happened I was engaged to Raoul. The there was a sword fight between the two of them; I didn't know what to do. Raoul almost killed him then, but I stopped him just in time. Then Raoul came up with a plan to capture Erik, and I didn't know what to do. I was so confused the night of Don Juan. I didn't really know what I was doing. I was only doing what people told me to do. Then Erik took me down to his lair, and forced me to choose between Raoul and him…. What could I have done? He was going to kill Raoul, if I didn't stay with him. I kissed him; trying to get him to let Raoul go, but then I felt something more in that kiss. He needed me. He loved me. I would have stayed with him, but he told me to take Raoul and go! Again I did what he said, only stopping to give him, the engagement ring he gave to me back. Then last week I realized I loved him. Despite all he had done, I loved him. I did the only thing I could think of. I kissed him. I don't know why I did it; I just knew I had to! He got so mad! Yelled at me and pushed me into the corner. Then suddenly he left!" She stopped to let Meg process the information. Her voice was hoarse, and there were tears, she hadn't noticed till now streaming down her face. "What am I going to do Meg?" She whispered.

Meg paused to choose her words carefully. "What about Raoul?"

Christine sighed. "I love him, I always will love him, but not how I love Erik. I think about it all the time, what he would think. I know he wouldn't approve. I just try not to think of him. Its funny. I think I will always be trying to not think of someone. First my father, then Erik, now Raoul and Erik," she said thoughtfully.

Meg stopped to think for a moment. Finally she spoke. "I think you need to tell him this." Christine opened her mouth to protest, but Meg stopped her. "Just listen. He needs to understand. You both need to say what your feeling, otherwise you will keep misunderstanding each other."

"He doesn't love me, Meg. How can I tell him?"

"He loves," Meg answered calmly.

"How do you know!" Christine demanded. "You barley even know him!"

"Maman says he does," Meg simply said. "Listen, Christine, You need to tell him. I'm not saying he'll believe you, but it's a start."

Christine smiled warily. "When did you learn so much about love Meg?"

Meg just smiled secretly. "Come we should head in. Maman will be furious we missed lunch."

Christine nodded, already thinking over they're conversation.

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