A/N: I simply can't stop writing, too full of ideas. I want to get them down before I forget them or lose my inspiration. By the way, in the movie they used Gustav Daae as Christine's father so I will use the same. Oh, one more thing, if you didn't know this already, I hate Raoul, so if he sounds like a twit (is that even a word?), it is because I don't favor him at all.

Disclaimer: Don't own it. Wish I did.

Chapter X- The Cemetery

During the drive to the cemetery, Raoul tried to make small talk, but failed miserably. Christine was too preoccupied with her own thoughts to converse. After about half an hour, he gave up and resorted to gazing out the window, entwined in his own thoughts. After that, the ride proved to be uneventful.

At the gateway entrance, Raoul helped her down and paid the driver, while she ventured into the rows of tombstones and sculptures of angels. The burial place of M. Gustav Daae was not easily missed. It looked like a little stone cabin on top of a hill of stairs. Christine knew exactly where to go, and Raoul found her standing at the bottom of these stairs, as she looked up at her father's final resting place. The flowers were laid with care on the bottom step. Christine's eyes were closed to hide her tears of grief. She shivered and pulled her cloak firmly around her.

Raoul placed his arm around her waist and pulled her to him gently but willfully, as if to gesture that she could cling on to him for support. Christine didn't need the offered support and tried to twist out of his embrace. He held her with more strength, closer to him. She was even more uncomfortable and Raoul wouldn't budge to let her go. "Christine…oh sweet Christine…I knew you still loved me. What a game you've played to make me believe you loved that monster. Come away with me."

Christine's eyes flew wide open and stared at him in disbelief. His sudden possessiveness hand caused her to try to withdraw and turn away but his arm did not allow such movements. Raoul's motions reflected the desire that lingered in his eyes. She struggled within his grip. "Let go of me, Raoul."

He tightened his grasp further. Her strength edged close to its drainage mark. Christine disallowed her mentality to explore the events that would follow. If she gave in, Raoul would have his way with her and she would never escape from that ill fate. 'Why couldn't someone help her?' She reminded herself sadly, 'Because no one else in his or her right mind would be out in a cemetery at this hour.'

XxXxX

Christine was mistaken, for they were not alone. The Angel of Darkness was hidden behind a weeping statue of the Virgin Mary. He hadn't trusted Raoul since the moment they left the Opera House. Even before that he had been very cynical about him. Erik felt his side for his sword, and gripped it securely. His other hand reached into his cloak pocket to reveal his favorite weapon of choice, the Punjab Lasso. Maybe this time it would be tightened.

Erik had followed the carriage for the most of their way, lingering in the shadows, but he knew his way, since last time he knocked unconscious the driver that Christine had paid off and impersonated him. This time, he had taken the one horse that was capable of traveling such a distance quickly, Cesar. It was the very horse that he had used to guide Christine, down to his home on, on the night of her success in Hannibal. The horse had been left a few paces away from his hiding spot.

When he heard Christine whimper in fright and sounded as though she was losing her will to resist. Erik knew he had to do something, fast. No sooner did he hop on Cesar's back, and galloped toward the grave of the great M. Daaé.

Christine gasped as her mind spun. Raoul had been attacked by a familiar figure that approached at a fast pace on horseback. He had received a slash by the sword, to his upper arm. Out of shock of the assault, he had released her and she feel to the ground. She stood up, unsure if she should stay or run, but before her decision was made, someone lifted her on to the white horse. The graceful stallion had gradually increased its speed and exited the gate of the cemetery.

XxXxX

Raoul came to his senses and quickly exited the gates himself, and summoned the cab. He quickly got in and told the driver that he was in a hurry to get back to the Parisian Opera House. The driver understood and went somewhat faster than the speed that they had initially come by.

Raoul was not in as much of hurry as he appeared to be. He was confidant that he knew exactly where they were headed. They would eventually have to return to the lair below the Opera House. Even if they did want to make a run for it, they would have to gather several necessities from that setting. He had made his way there before he could find it again.

Raoul had sometime to think and plan out his revenge. He was going to make this mysterious Phantom pay for his loss. He acknowledged that Christine's love wasn't enough for both of them. This was truly the point of no return. He would have to make her choose and if one of their deaths was the answer, so be it.

A/N: I dunno if this would be considered a cliffhanger or not but I am so excited to write the next chapter so I am going to go and work on that. By the way I should like to make aware everyone that I am using several details from the book as references to the story where it is appropriate.

Anyways I hope you like this so far, nonetheless. I like feedback, I really appreciate them so if you can, please review, and I promise to have the next chapter up soon.