When Raoul awoke the next morning, he was in so much pain, he could barely open his eyes. Groaning, he rolled over onto his side, and saw a extremely pissed off Meg sitting in a chair nearby.

"What are you doing here?" Raoul managed to ask, before gripping his head in pain.

"Well for some reason all of your servants are gone, so I stayed here to make sure you didn't die during the night." Meg abruptly stood up. "But now, unfortunately you survived the night, and I'm leaving. And if I never see you again, I'll die a happy woman." She slammed out of the house, causing Raoul's head to throb uncomfortably.

"Women." He muttered to himself, and buried himself back under the covers.

Christine awoke to Erik pounding on his organ. She wrapped the blankets around herself, and walked over to him.

"Must you play that when I'm trying to sleep?" She asked, sitting down next to him.

"I'm not going to lie to you Christine, yes I do need to play it when you're sleeping." Erik stood up, and started rummaging around behind his organ. Christine sat on the organ's bench, a little puzzled at Erik's statement. Erik remerged from behind the organ, fastening on his cape.

"Are you going somewhere?" Christine asked, standing up.

"I'm taking you home." Erik replied, handing Christine her dress.

"Home?" Christine asked, grabbing her dress. "Why would I want to go back home?"

"Just do what I say bizitch." Erik said calmly, smiling down at Christine.

"Did you just call me a bizitch?" Christine asked, pulling on her dress. After a moment of silence, Erik slowly said,

"No, no I didn't. Now let's go." Erik took her arm, and led her to his boat.

"I'll be able to come back won't I?" Christine asked, trying to comb out the tangles in her hair with her fingers.

"Sure baby." Erik swung her around. "No one can stay away from the Erik meister for too long." Erik quickly did a smooth macho man dance, and continued to climb onto his boat.

Raoul emerged from the bed covers, when he heard Christine run into the house.

"No respect for the injured." He said through gritted teeth, as Christine opened the door, and stepped into their room.

"Oh good Lord." She said, stepping over empty bottles of brandy, whiskey and god only knew what else. "What have you been up to." She glared at Raoul, who was looking disgusting. Raoul tugged on the ends of his unruly blonde hair, and frowned at Christine. He looked at her from her wild hair to her dress that was hanging off of her shoulders.

"How about you?" He leered at her, standing up with some difficulty. "Were you out cheating on me with some guy?" Raoul looked as if he was going fall over, but managed to stay on his two feet. "You won't have sex with me, but you'll sleep with some random guy?"

Christine wrinkled her face against Raoul's rancid breath.

"What does it matter to you?" She asked, staring Raoul in the face. With astounding strength for a pansy, Raoul backhanded Christine, making her fall onto the floor.

"You are my wife goddammit." Raoul hissed, picking up Christine by the sleeve of her dress. "You will obey me in every aspect." Christine stared at him, he had split her lip open with the force of the hit.

"You bastard." Christine spat in Raoul's face. Raoul picked her up by the waist, and threw her on the bed.

"Hussy." Raoul snarled at her, ripping the corset of Christine's dress open.

"Eergh." Christine grunted, kicking Raoul in the crotch as hard as she could.

"Ouch." Raoul rolled over onto his side, giving Christine time to get off of the bed,

and run towards the door. Recovering quickly, Raoul grabbed Christine's waist, turned her around and punched her in the face.

Christine fell, unconscious into Raoul's arms. Raoul picked her up and was about to bring her back to the bed, when Erik burst in the window.

"I'd thought I'd see what you were up to." Erik said, punching Raoul, forcing him to drop Christine onto the floor. Erik tackled Raoul, and they both slid across the floor. Erik head butted Raoul, and backhanded him a couple of times. Finally Erik stood up, and started to walk away. Then he turned back around, and kicked Raoul in the stomach.

He knelt over Christine's still form, and gently picked her up. He wiped the trace of blood off of her lips, and started carrying her out of the room. He stopped, and turned around when Raoul made a sound.

"I'm sorry." He rasped through his already puffed up lips. In spite of his hatred for Raoul, seeing him look so pitiful, gave Erik a tug of longing. Ignoring that feeling, Erik turned back around, and walked out of Raoul's house.