Phantomgurl74: It doesn't matter what kind of drug Raoul gave Christine, no Erik will not kill him, and no Raoul doesn't have a shack.

Jamea: Don't really get a fever, you wouldn't be able to read this chapter.

WanderingTeen: Really? Jamea wants to drop-kick him.

Phantomette of the opera: I'm giving you a spoiler: Raoul is not insane, he is on drugs.

The Mouse in the Opera House: He's not a psychopath. Look at 'phantomette of the opera's review reply'.

A New Home Erik

We're riding as fast as possible. It will still be a good deal of time before we reach where I believe Raoul has taken her. There is only one place where he could've possibly taken her. I was aware of this place from when he talked about it to Christine many moons ago. I'm sure that Christine forgot all about it, but I stored this little tidbit of information.

Flashback

"Christine, we will be so happy when we are married. What was the house you always dreamed of having?"

"I always dreamed of a beautiful manor out in the countryside, something much to expensive for me."

"Then you shall have it. As luck has it, I own a manor ten miles from town. When we are married, I will take you out there to live."

"Oh, Raoul, it sounds wonderful! I cannot wait!"

(and then they began kissing, while Erik fumes.)

End Flashback

Raoul would want to make Christine happy, so he will bring her to the place that she dreamed about. I know where this manor is, as I searched for it to terrorize them after they were wed.

Raoul

Christine will love our new home, I am sure of it. She dreamed about it, and she will have it. We have arrived.

"Come along, my dear." I said.

She shuddered, and got out of the carriage. Suddenly, everything went black as a white-hot pain coursed through me. I cried out, and my muscles had no control. I know what I need, but I cannot find it. My spasm ended, and I found myself on the ground, Christine looking at me in horror. My spasms are getting steadily worse, and there is only one thing that will save me. I can tend to it later. Now I need to make Christine comfortable. I stood up, brushed off and said

"'Tis nothing. Do not worry about it."

Again, she shuddered, and would not take the hand I offered her. This infuriated me. I was providing her dream home for her, and still she was repulsed by me. I will force her to love me, if I have to. She did once, and she can again.

As soon as we got inside, I could not hold back my desire. I grabbed her wrist gently, and pulled her closer to me. I slowly slid my hand around her back, and the other hand was wrapped in her glorious hair. I leaned down to kiss her, as she struggled, but I had her in the perfect position. She did not kiss back even for a second. I released her, laughing softly, for her struggles came to naught.

"Leave me alone!"

"How can I, my dear, we are in love."

"I do not love you, and I will never love you!"

"You will."

"What are you going to do to me? Rape me? Kill me?"

"I am going to provide you a wonderful home, and annul your marriage. I will never kill you."

Christine said nothing to this, just turned away. She will soften soon enough. She did for the Phantom, didn't she? She suddenly realized something and said

"You didn't say you wouldn't rape me."

I smiled grimly, and pushed her against the wall, kissing her. She hissed, and stretched out her arm, searching for anything. At the worst time possible, I had a spasm. The pain was more intense, and I stumbled backwards. Christine quickly found a lamp, and threw it at me. I rolled away, through the pain, and the carpet caught on fire. Christine shrieked, and ran for the door. My spasm had ended, and as I was closer to the door, I blocked her from leaving. She turned and ran up the stairs to the roof. What the hell is she doing! Stupid girl.