AN: Well, lesse… no more telling people what happens, I promise… couldn't seem to help myself. Wont do it anymore, scouts honor. Anyway… I know that there is a few of you people who know EXACTLY how hard it is for me to keep Raoul in character (starts snickering happily for a moment) anyway, yes, to those of you who understand, you'll congratulate me on doing as good as I've done. To everyone who doesn't understand, please try to .

Part 3:

Erik was aware of her presence before she even set foot into the room. He continued to effortlessly beat out the music on the organ, while an almost silent alarm ran through him… something told him that this could indeed turn out to be exactly like one other time. He had the image of a pale hand flashing out and removing his mask… that couldn't happen, not this early on, not if he expected to win her. There were bouts of information which he could and would share with her, and then there were piece that he would rather her never remember. His reaction to her pulling off his mask was indeed one of those instances. He just wasn't sure that he could contain his anger if she did the same thing again.

A small space between his shoulders seemed to scream with tension as he continued to play. He could feel her approaching him; feel her inching closer to him… closer to his mask. Insecurity continued to rise, but somehow anger emerged with it. If she touched his mask…

"Erik!" His playing stopped instantly. She remembered his name… suddenly panic-stricken; he turned around with the expectancy of fear on her face.

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Christine stared transfixed momentarily at the man who sat pounding away relentlessly on the instrument. She watched as he played with such a passion and intensity that she was left breathless while his tone switched from smooth and soft music to a rather angry and choppy tune.

She knew him… she knew this moment…

Why wasn't anything coming to her! Not a name or a memory. Nothing but his voice telling her where to go… she couldn't even remember why he had instructed her to come here. She couldn't remember anything, and it was agitating her to no end inside. If she could talk to him, ask him what was going on… maybe she would know…

She watched is shoulders tense, and almost felt a rather strong wash of fear and anger pulse off of him. This scene was so familiar to she couldn't shake it, and half didn't want to. What she did to was try to take it in and remember… remember….

Why couldn't she remember!

She brought her hand out in front of her, almost prepared to touch him and ask him what his name was and end this torment to her mind when suddenly it came to him.

Erik. Erik!

"Erik!"

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Raoul de Changy had found a house near by. By the time he actually reach it, he realized that he wasn't in top shape. He couldn't seem to keep himself from getting exhausted, and the close he came to his destination, the more he realized that something was wrong with him. He was prepared to stop and give him self a most thorough examination when he realized that if he stopped now… he couldn't guarantee that he would continue on. Something terribly wrong had happened in that crash, and something wasn't right within him…

To make matters worse… it started to rain.

He didn't know how it was that he sloughed his way through the wetness and the cold, and yet somehow he ended up, not in a large town, but at a small house.

He managed to knock once softly on the door before he collapsed.

An older woman answered, at first thinking that there was no one there. She heard a rather desperate groan, and looked down. Her eyes met with the battered and wet sight of the young de Changy. She quickly bent down and pulled him into her house, closing the door tightly behind her.

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AN: I'm sorry that the chapters are so short… anyone who has witnessed my writing before knows that they can be short for a while, and then suddenly jump into a rather long chapter! You just have to work with me! Thanks for the reviews (sisters!) and I hope that you are wondering a few things right now!

1.) Has Christine remembered more than she was supposed to?

2.) Can she resist her inner Pandora and NOT yank off his mask again?

3.) Is the old woman who picked up Raoul a crazy woman who is going to cook/eat him… (Sorry, I couldn't help that one)…

Okay, anyway, please review if you read, and spread the word about my fic! YAY my fic! Anyway, my yahoo IM! Deathsrequiem07 OR imp072007.

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