A/N: I'm really, really, really, really, ect. sorry about the long wait! Please forgive me! I have decided to change where the ending went so I deleted all I had and started new. I, also, have been working on two other stories based on POTO and another one that's based off of Phantom of Manhattan (just finished that book today(VERY GOOD)) Ok, so, I have brought you to three new chapters.

Yours truely,
mrsgerrybutler13

Chapter 14: The Cemetery Visit

It was a calm night. Christine was felling lost for the moment and felt she needed some time alone at her fathers grave. She gathered herself out of bed, grabbed one of Erik's cloaks and went out in the gondola.

She had to raise the gate, which was very noisy. She lifted the handle and ran to the boat. She paddled off the dock and then she jerked back and fell on the seat.

"Erik, why did you do that?" she was irritated and her butt really hurt from the force of falling.

"Where are you going?"

"I am going to the cemetery. I need some time alone. Is that such a crime?" she started to tear up and he hugged her.

"Let me go too. I will be right out," and then he ran to his room to change.

"Why do you want to come?"

"It is dangerous out there. Especially with Raoul on the loose. You know how he had always wanted to kill me. Luckily, you have blocked that opportunity for him," Erik replied as he grabbed up his cape. He never went anywhere without it.

"It's not me he wants though. It is you and if you came, it would make me a nervous wreck! Think about it. If I went alone, what would happen? He would probably break down, crying, and begging me to come home. Isn't that what you would do?" This made Christine re-think that. "Don't answer that." He really never did that on the opening night of 'Don Juan.'

"I'm ready when you are," and he came out.

The couple took their position in the boat and rowed up to the horse. He seemed a little edgy as they climbed the staircase. It was the first time Caesar had gone all the way but he was full of energy. He most likely could carry them all the way to the cemetery. So, Erik allowed him to continue the journey.

It was approximately midnight when they arrived to the tomb of Gustave Daae. Christine was in tears when she went and sat down on his grave. She was really expecting Erik to be beside her but he kept his distance. It was her time and didn't want to interfere with her personal possessions and thoughts.

"I wish you would come back and see me," she whispered as she laid her head down on a step to hold herself steady.

Erik knew this was hard for her but he continued to stay out of the way until he heard someone approach him. It was obvious a person was behind him since he heard the scraping of metal, which was a sword. Guess who it was? It was the loveable (A/N: sarcasm) Raoul and his sidekick, Meg Giry.

"Meg? What are you doing here? I thought you were in Milan…" and then Raoul drew the sword to her throat and cut her.

"You have a wonderful friend, Christine. She helped me so much. She gave me your exact location and she was helping me behind your back. How is that you have dim-witted friends?" This got Christine's attention and she ran to Meg's side. After she examined her friends' body she yelled out to both men.

"Raoul, how could you! You're such a…a… no words can describe your actions! I hate you and you will never earn me back! Erik, get Meg on the horse. Erik? Where are you?" and then with a brief slash of a sword in the shadows, Raoul was on the ground. Erik had cut him severely.

"He won't be down for long. I'll grab Meg but you have to keep hold of her during the ride home. Come on, Christine!"

It didn't take long before Erik had Meg in her arms. 'She probably won't survive,' Erik mentally said and then he plopped her onto Christine's lap.

Hours passed since they arrived home and Meg was worsening. She was starting to cough up blood and she didn't stop bleeding from the neck. Christine had to hold in the tears as she looked at her friend and what her fate held.

"Meg, I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have had to pay the price," and then she coughed up a large pile of blood on top of Christine.

"I think she will have to suffer through the night to get better," Erik said as he stroked Christine's brown, curly locks.

"Do you think we should get Mme. Giry? I mean, she is daughter and I'm sure that she would like to know what's going on." Christine was trying to hold in her fear. She laid right next the only person that understood her when she first came to the opera house. She couldn't lose the person she knew best.

"I'll try and find her. If I do, what do you what me to tell her? It will be such a lovely visit, 'Hello Mme. Giry! How are you today? I'd like to tell you your daughter is dying in the arms of my wife. Would you like to see her before she passes away?' That will be a great visit. She will love me for that!" and having said that, he laughed as the mockery escaped his body.

"Just go and get her! Don't be such an idiot," and then she gave him a nasty look. Of course, he did as he was told and fetched Mme. Giry. She then took her daughter to a doctor who stitched up the wound. Mme. Giry also reported Raoul to the police. She was so upset that the Viscount would do such a thing. He will make such a good leader some day, not!

"Will Meg be alright?" later that week, Christine took a visit over to Mme. Giry's house to make sure everything was going better for her friend.

"The doctor told me she would be fine within a few weeks. Raoul is in custody. I had to go to the jailhouse to face him and the jury. He told me to give this to you," and handed her an envelope.

"Thank you. Tell Meg I hope she gets better. I must leave now. Erik is most likely to worry about me. I really don't know why but whatever. Good day," and she disappeared into the mist of the rain.