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Thanks to all those people I love you all! And Bob does too…

Bob: do not!

Ok fine, well Erik does.

Erik: stop talking for people! I do not love people! People are evil.

Ok well since Erik and bob are being evil right now, I love you all! And here is the story Enjoy and have a nice day!

Two weeks have passed and Christine and Raoul were now living in the De Chagney estate. Christine lived silently, she didn't talk, she didn't even sing. Most of the time she stayed in her room silently staring out the window longing to run back to the Opera House, back to Erik. She wanted run back to him, to be in his arms once arms once again; but she knew that would never happen. She traded Raoul herself for his life and that was all that mattered. It was now only a few days before their wedding and Raoul decided to bring up the subject of what happened only two weeks ago.

"Christine?" Christine looked up at Raoul, who just entered the room. "We need to talk."

"What about?"

"What happened two weeks ago."

Christine looked down, she knew this would come up but she didn't want to talk about it.

"Why did you do that?" he asked sitting next to her.

"Raoul. I know he has done bad things, but he doesn't deserve to die…"

"Neither did Buquet." Raoul interrupted. "And yet he did."

"Raoul I don't understand why he did that, no one can see inside the phantom. He hides his feelings."

"Well apparently you had a great affect on him or other wise when I shot him he would have jumped up and attacked me or even when I removed his mask he did nothing. Well anywho, Christine that is not the reason I can sense it."

Christine took a deep breath and said quietly, "I love him."

Raoul sighed. "How did I know?" He stood up and started pacing the floor.

Christine watched him silently.

Raoul stopped and sighed facing the wall and away from Christine. "So then why are you here?"

Christine was confused, "Well…Because if I came with you I would spare his life." She answered slowly.

"Go."

Christine's ears perked, she thought she heard him say something but wasn't sure. "W…what?"

"Go, Christine. You must really love him if you would surrender to someone you didn't love for his life." Raoul explained softly.

Christine stood up and walked over to him, "You're letting me go?"

He nodded.

"Why?"

He finally turned to face her, he looked her in the eyes and said, "because, Christine I will not marry a woman who doesn't want to marry me."

Christine smiled and hugged him. "Oh Raoul. You will always be my friend by the sea." Raoul pulled away and looked down sadly.

"Raoul. You have to understand, we were once child hood sweethearts. But we got separated and during that time I grew up, I found true love, but Raoul I do love you… as a brother. And no one can take your place in my heart not even Erik." (A/n: at this point all you Raoul haters are going to kill me. Believe me its killing m too. I am totally twitching while writing)

Raoul smiled slightly and then turned and left the room. Christine sighed. She hurt Raoul; she didn't want to do that. Raoul was her friend, and he would always be. But then she smiled. She could go back to Erik! She Ran up to her room and started to pack. When she was done she placed her bags near the door and went to find Raoul. She found him in his room near the fireplace, just staring at the flames. "Raoul." She called out. Raoul didn't move. She walked over to him and sat beside him. "Raoul, if you don't want me to leave…"

"No. I want you to be happy, and if going with Erik will make you happy. Then go." She hugged him once more. "Raoul, you are one of my truest friends and I will never forget you." This time Raoul hugged her back. He smiled at her. "I hope you find happiness Christine. Good luck." Christine smiled.

"Farewell my friend." Christine waved as she left the room. Raoul was now a little bit more comfortable with her leaving, which made her happy. She didn't want Raoul to be sad about the whole thing. After all it isn't easy to tell the guy you have been seeing for a long time that you love someone else. She grabbed her bags and walked out of the door. She shivered as soon as she stepped out onto the front porch. IT was the middle of January and she was wearing a pretty light coat. She walked down the stairs of the front porch and halfway to the gate she met up with the gardener. Anton. Anton came here from Italy, searching for a job because His family is in need of money and a home. So when he and his family moved here they were just roaming around the streets of Paris, having no place to go. Raoul met up with Anton at the park one day, Anton explained to him his situation and Raoul took him in. So now Anton is getting paid and living with Raoul in his home in a little room, and some of the money goes to his family who live in a small little inn in Paris.

"Good afternoon Anton." Christine greeted him.

Anton raised his head and smiled. "Well good morning Miss Daae, where are headed off to this afternoon." Andre said in his rich Italian accent, he lived in Italy mostly all his life so he still has that accent. Anton was a very happy person; he was almost never in a bad mood.

"To the opera house."

"With all those bags?" he exclaimed motioning to the bags she was carrying.

She smiled softly, "Well unfortunately Anton, I will not be returning."

The happy look on his face disappeared. "You're leaving? Does the vicomte know?"

Christine nodded. "Yes he let me go."

Anton looked down. "I liked having you here." He admitted. "You gave me someone to talk to. The vicomte just thinks of me as an employee."

Christine smiled. "Why thank you Anton."

"I know you won't be here much longer but please call me Tony."

"Tony? I have never heard anyone call you that before." Christine said puzzled.

"Yes well I only let people close to me call me that."

Christine placed a hand over her heart. "Well Tony, I feel honored." She said smiling.

The smile returned to his face. "You're welcome Miss Daae."

"Well since were all not being informal, you may call you Christine. I do not mind, in fact I rather prefer it."

"Well adieu Christine. Please visit when you can."

"I will be sure to." She smiled then started to walk toward the gate. The bags were growing heavy in her arms; she couldn't hold all of them much longer. She started to lose balance and as soon as she dropped them another pair of hands caught them.

"Need some help?" Came the voice of Tony.

"Yes. Thank you."

Tony took some of the bags from her and walked out of the gate with Christine behind him. He set the bags down gently and called over a carriage, Tony put the bags in first then helped Christine in. "Why thank you monsieur." She thanked him. He smiled and nodded not saying anything. Christine checked her pockets and found her bag of francs. She emptied them out onto her hand. She didn't have enough. "Oh. Im afraid I don't have enough to pay for the ride." She started to get out but Tony stopped her placing his hand on top of hers. When he pulled away, she saw just enough francs. She smiled at him but shook her head. "Oh Tony, I will not take your money. You need it for your family."

He put up his hand. "Nonsense, Raoul pays me good, it was only a few spare. Anything for you Christine."

Christine turned her head, trying to hide the redness creeping up into her cheeks. He was flirting with her.

"Well I best be going. I will see you again sometime, farewell." Tony closed the door and waved as the carriage took off down the road.

A WEEK EARLIER:

Madame Giry sat in her room by the fire. Since the Don Juan Performance or as Monsieur Firmin would call it Disaster, The ballet didn't have rehearsals. So she was off, and had nothing to do. Meg was out on the town with some of the other girls. She decided to go check up on Erik. He came to her with a bullet in his arm and a damaged rib cage. She asked what had happened and he didn't say. After she fixed him up she told him just to rest, and not to do anything much. She hasn't heard from him in a few days, although that was normal she was more worried now because he was in recovery. She had never been down to his lair before, although she knew him for most of her life. No one has except for Christine. She threw a pail of water on the fire, putting it out. She pulled on a jacket; it was bound to be chilly down there. She walked down to Christine's dressing room, the only place that she knew lead to Erik's lair. She pulled back the mirror and stepped into the abandoned looking hallway. It was filled with cob webs and it was dark. She had to strain her vision to see around her. She came to the stairs and was careful to avoid any of the trap doors. The stairs were winded and seemed like they took forever. She finally reached the lake that lead to his lair. The boat was not settled there. That meant Erik was in his lair. She started to trudge through the cold water. She came to find that the gate to his lair was open. 'Not wise erik.' She thought. But why would he do that? Erik knew better than that. Didn't he? She has never been down here so she didn't know her way around. She walked up the little stairway, she saw his organ sitting there, just waiting, calling out for Erik. She walked over to it and ran her finger along the surface. She looked down at her finger now all covered with dust. She wiped it on her dress and continued to search the lair. There was nothing, no noise. This was suspicious. She saw some curtains hanging from the ceiling. She pulled back some to reveal a swan bed, with red sheets, a blanket and pillows. She raised her eye-brows. 'This must've been for Christine.' She let the curtains falls and saw some other curtains near it. She walked over to that one, pulled back the curtains and peered into the dark room. She focused her eyes so she could see easier. She scanned room and as her eyes settled on something in the corner she gasped.

PRESENT DAY:

Christine arrived at the Opera House an hour later; Raoul's estate was a few miles outside of Paris so it took quite awhile to get to get to Paris. She opened the door and expected to see someone helping her out, but no one was there. She got out and pulled out her bags. She paid the driver and as the carriage pulled away she stared at her once home. It still stood proud and large in its glory. She walked up all the stairs and opened the gigantic doors. Maids stopped what they were doing and looked up at the new person entering the opera house. One met her at the grand staircase. "Miss Daae! Lovely to see you again." Christine nodded, just wanting to see Erik. "Um. Do you know where Madame Giry is?"

The maid shook her head. Christine sighed. Maybe she was with the managers. Sure enough she was.

"I've had enough!" Firmin shouted. "I keep getting people coming up to me asking what happened with Don Juan. It has been two weeks and still no sign of Christine! Marie where is she?" He yelled at Madame Giry.

"I honestly do not know monsieur." And the truth was she didn't. She hadn't heard from her since that night. She didn't know where she was or how she was.

"Well I need to know! This is major, our patron disappeared also! We don't need to lose our New Prima Donna! I'm asking you again where is she!"

Madame Giry peered over his shoulder and saw Christine in the door way "behind you monsieur." Firmin turned around and saw Christine in the doorway. "Miss Daae! Where in the world have you been?"

"Nice to see you too monsieur." She said sarcastically. Firmin gave her a look and she continued. "I was living with Raoul, but he said I can come back here."

Andre clapped from the corner. "Well. That's good, she's back. Now I am sure you are tired from your journey why don't you rest."

Christine nodded. "Thank you monsieur." Christine turned to Madame Giry who was looking at her. Madame Giry walked over to her and grabbed her hand, "come along."

Madame Giry was dragging her along slightly. "Madame Giry. What's going on? Where is Erik?"

Madame Giry didn't say anything just kept walking; they found themselves in an area filled with many doorways. Christine looked around this was not familiar to her.

"Madame Giry. Where are we?" She asked confused.

"You don't recognize the infirmary." Christine looked around, now that she mentioned it, it did look a bit familiar to her. But wait the infirmary…

"Madame Giry? Why are we here? What happened?" she asked getting worried.

Madame Giry stood in front of a door. "Christine, come here." Christine walked slowly towards her. She opened the door and Christine peered in and gasped. Erik was lying in the bed. She ran over to him and looked down at him, no part of him was moving except for the rising off his chest. "What happened?" she asked again, more quietly this time staring down at him.

"Honestly dear, I have no clue. I found him in his lair, from what it looked like he was trying to commit suicide." Madame Giry explained.

Christine ran her finger down his good cheek, "Suicide. But why would he do that?" she asked tears filling her eyes.

"He did seem a bit down lately. Or from what I can tell."

"How long has he been out?"

"A week."

"A WEEK!" Christine jumped up. He was out for a week! "Did you send out for a doctor at all?" she was getting frustrated; she didn't tend to yell very often.

"Many times. And every time he said the same thing. Nothing, he's not recovering and not showing signs of improvement or waking up."

Christine let tears fall down her cheeks. "But he's a doctor! He's supposed to help people! He's not helping erik!" She was now in hysterics.

Madame Giry walked over to her and wrapped her in a hug. "Christine, I've done all I could. We just have to hope for the best." Christine sobbed loudly not being able to control herself as she looked down at her lover sleeping peacefully hoping that he wouldn't be sleeping for good.

Wow. Was that long or what. Haha. Well same applies to last chapter, as for the review/update thing. 5 reviews! So if you all want to find out what is going to happen to our beloved Erik you'll review! Duh! Thanks and have a nice day!