The Phantom had checked Angela's body for re-opened wounds, and one had re-opened the one on her side. He feared what would happen if he treated it himself and, of course that boy, had gotten scared as they fought and left. He would have to; she was already bleeding badly. He went over to a small first aide he kept and took out some chloroform and put it on a small cloth. He gently held it up to her nose and mouth and she quickly slipped into a painless slumber. He slid off her dress, so she was just in her slip. He looked at her body and realized, she was thin, a little too thin. Her clothes probably hid the fact that she probably couldn't fit into most things. She covered her with a blanket and carefully slid the slip off. He took out a needle, threat and then he began to close the wound.

Christine had been thinking for days and figured out her plan, it would be tricky but if it worked she would get him back. If she knew Erik well and he was truly attached to this hunter, she would have to find an old lover or something along the lines of that. She would bring him here, convince Erik she had been betrayed him and then take him back, it would take a while but she would. When she said she had given her mind blindly, she truly had but to Raoul. Unknown to Christine Madam Giry and James knew all about it and had a counter plan, but it would take a lot of help and a lot of history from Angela.

Raoul was worried, had the hunter gotten rid of the Phantom, or the other way around. Christine was also acting oddly; she had been dreaming a lot and was disappearing too often. She was hiding something and he was going to find out.

James silently came out of his room at the far end of the Opera House, it was about midnight give or take a few minuets. The plan was slowly going into action, so far he had gotten Charlie, and Anna out of Angela's stories. He had a friend who was very good at finding people, and luckily James knew the business hours. James ran all the way too the slums of the city, great place with great people if you lived there long enough. James searched in the darkness, until he came upon a small brown building. He knocked on the door and it swung open, insides there were countless people most of them under the age of 20.

"Hey James long time no see, how'd yea get out of the slammer?" an old counter part of his shouted to him.

"Let's just say I have a new pal these days" James smiled slyly and went to the back of the building. This place wasn't really a bar, it was just a place runaways and thieves could come too if they needed help. He came too a small wooden door, a pushed it open. There slumped over a desk, was a man no older than 35, he had short scruffy brown hair and, he was as pale and as thin death.

"Well if it isn't James, my little apprentice from the old days" the man laughed as James entered.

"Hello Vinc" James said with a smile.

"Well what can I do you for?" Vinc smiled not moving from the desk.

"I'm looking for a few people" James said shakily "for a friend".

"O and what's the name of this friend" Vince said now a little worried.

"I know your going to know the name" James said, "her name is Angela Blanthorn".

Vinc wen wide eyed "you mean the hunter?"

"Yes, I need you too find her brother and sister, Charlie and Anna" James said.

"James, I'm sorry but I can tell you for a fact neither of them are still living" Vinc said. "Anna died after being kidnapped in raid by the Loyalists, in America".

"There are still loyalists? I thought that the war against the british ended in America, way before I was born" James questioned.

"There will always be Loyalists, especially since there is unrest in the south because of civil war. They are trying to break down the US government. As you can tell, they haven't gotten very far" Vince explained.

James looked to the ground in disappointment "and Charlie?" he asked.

"Murdered by Loyalists a month before" Vinc said saddened by the new he had to give his dear friend.

"But wasn't she from France?" James asked.

"Yes she was" Vinc said picking up a book and flipping through a couple pages. "She was born in Paris, France in 1848, at the age of 6 she moved to the Americas. She lost her parents too, scarlet fever a month after leaving, France"

"Did she have any other family, maybe a good friend?" James asked.

" She had two brothers and one sister, she almost had a husband but she refused his proposal" Vinc said and closed the book.

"Wait" James, shouted, "she had two brothers?"

"Yes, his name was Collin but he disappeared after her parents died, he and Angela were twins" Vinc said in confusion.

'She had a twin, and I thought the world was good with one' James though. "Do you know where he is now?" James asked.

"Well its rumored he came back to Paris after his parents died, but I'm not sure," Vinc said "you would have to ask Tallie," he said referring to another friend of James's.

"Alright thanks Vinc, you were a lot of help" James said and opened the door out.

"No problem and James don't get to attached to her, she's too old for you" Vinc laughed and went back to his work.

Angela woke to a cold feeling running up her shoulders, she opened her eyes to see the Phantom gently stroking her right shoulder. She was in so much pain she couldn't keep her eyes open, she gently closed them again and winced.

"I'm guessing that wasn't the best thing to do, since your still wounded," the Phantom said with a weak smile. Angela opened her eyes and gave him the, no shit look, and a weak smile back. She wanted to tell him, she's had worse but no words would come out of her mouth. "Your friend was down here a while ago, checking if you were still asleep" the Phantom said trying to get off the subject of pain "He will be back tonight".

Finally Angela was able to say something, "You know, I've had worse wounds than this" she whispered, unable to speak any louder.

"I'm sure " the Phantom said not really convinced she had. Angela sighed and sat up, she tried to get out of the bed she was in but fell to the ground. The Phantom also let out a sigh, and he scooped her up into his arms. To his surprise she relaxed in his grasp and, she let him place her back on the bed. It was now certain, no matter how much he tried to deny it; he was falling in love with the hunter.

James came back depressed, how could they protect Angela from Christine and her conceited tricks, without one of her family members.

"So what happened" Madam Giry asked as soon as she saw him enter the Opera House, she was working with the dancers at the time.

"Her whole family is dead and there is a rumor that her twin is still alive living in Paris" James said with a sullen expression.

"Do you know anyone else who would know where he was" Madam Giry asked.

" No, she wouldn't know, she only knows unknown history of a person, not where they are" James said.

"How are we going to do this" Madam Giry said sadly, and it was back to the drawing board for them.

Raoul, now convinced the first hunter was dead, went to find an assassin this time. He took desperate measures and went to the ports, telling everyone he had a meeting. He searched until he found a man by the name of Anthony, no last name just Anthony and he took the job. They came back to the Opera House and Anthony was to start his new job of disposing of the Phantom of the Opera.