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Ch.8

Christine started to panic. He was alive, he was back. Christine turned to peter. "Did he hurt you?" She asked.

"A little, my neck. But he's done worse." Christine's face grew white. "You mean, this isn't the first time he had struck you?"

"Are you kidding? Once when I was five he strangled me and I passed out for two days." Peter covered his mouth, that wasn't a wise thing to say. Now she's gonna send the police out after him. "Oh my gosh you poor child, I thought he might have changed." Christine sunk to the ground and went into the fetal position. She started to breathe heavily and start to whimper. Peter ran down the hall, and knocked on Jacqui's door. "Jacqui!" he called out. The door swung open Jacqui stood there. "What is it peter?" Peter pointed to where Christine sat. "Your mother! There is something wrong." Jacqui gasped. "Uh…stay with her, ill go get my dad." Jacqui ran down the hall and knocked on the door. "Father come quickly there is something wrong with mother."

Peter kneeled down to Christine. "Madame de Chagney, are you alright?" Christine just muttered. "He's back, he's here." Raoul pushed peter aside and knelt down in front of Christine. "Christine" he shook her. "Christine, darling tell me what's wrong." Christine looked up and stared at nothing in particular. "Raoul" she looked at him, with pure terror in her eyes. "He's back. And he knows were we live." Raoul furrowed his brows and pulled Christine into him. "Who? Who's back?" Then his eyes widened and he pushed Christine away from him and stared into her eyes. "You mean…" He didn't even have to finish it, the look on Christine's face, proved it enough. Christine started to cry silent tears. "Oh Raoul he struck Peter, tonight and many times before. I think he knows peter has connections with us." Raoul looked behind him to peter on his butt and his knees up in the air. "Are you alright son?" Peter nodded but Raoul wanted to make sure, he walked over to him to get a closer look and saw that his neck was all red. Raoul growled, and stood up. "That man has no compassion! In the morning, im going out to look for him. To stop that monster once and for all!" He got up and walked to his room.

Peter panicked inside, even though he did hurt him, he was his father. He didn't want his father killed. Christine got up and walked slowly to her room. Jacqui on the other hand sat with peter. "You look worried…what wrong?" she asked. He stared at the floor and said quietly, "Jacqui…can you keep a secret?" Jacqui scooted closer to him, "of course, what it is it?" Peter still stared at the floor. "You know my father?" she nodded. "He has a secret, a terrible one and im going to get in trouble for this, but I already am, I don't know my mother, she gave me up to my father after she had me. My father…" he sighed then continued. "He…just got over a heart break. A big one, which affected more than him. Let's say…" his voice grew low. "The Opera House." Jacqui gasped and backed away from him. "Oh my god, Peter, that man, was…"

"My father…yes. He came here to get me, but we ended up in a fight. His anger got the best of him again. And now, your father is going to find him. Your father is no doubt going to look in the cave, and that's where we are. My father will be too angry to think of Raoul coming after him. And knowing how talented and angry my father is…" he looked up at Jacqui, who stared at him. "I don't think it's him that's going to be stopped." Jacqui gasped and placed her head in her hands and let tears flow down her cheeks. "Jacqui…" Peter started. "No!" she shouted. "Get away from me!" she got up and ran into her room. Peter looked back down at the floor. He looked up and held a glare much like his fathers and his breath was labored. He got up. 'Time to face my fears.' He ran down the stairs, grabbed his coat and ran out the door. He ran to the stables outside of the house and untied one of the horses. He mounted one and rode off toward the Opera Populaire.

He tied up the horse to a pole and walked into the great building. He found the old dressing room, opened the mirror and ran as fast as he could, avoiding all the trap doors. The boat was not there, and knew that his father had already been there. He trudged through the water and called out, "Father!" He reached the lair and found it was silent, the organ was not being played there was complete silence. Peter ran toward his father's room and pushed the door open. His father was lying in his bed, on his side facing away from him. "Father!"

"Go away." He said.

"No! You need to get out of here! Christine knew it was you! Raoul's hunting for you in the morning! We need to get out of here!" Erik didn't move. "Let him come. I have nothing to live for anyway." He mumbled. Peter's face softened. He walked over to the bed and crawled over to his father. "That's not true. You have me."

Erik shook his head slowly, "what happened before proved that I am not fit to be a father, what happened a while ago, I made you faint son! I made a little boy faint! MY little boy." He turned over on his other side so he was facing peter. Peter saw that his mask was off and his face was tear stained. "It was an accident, I know that. And I forgive you for it; you're my father, even though you have done some crazy acts. I still love you." Erik let out a soft sob and turned back over. "You don't deserve me peter, you deserve a nice father like Raoul and a mother, like Christine. Im sure you think of them as parents."

"They are close like family, but they could never replace you. You raised me; you took me in even though you had no clue how to take care of a baby. And Dad, you did a pretty good job. I don't care what Raoul says, you do have compassion, you can love, and Jacqui was right somewhere inside you, you have a good kind heart." Erik got up so quickly and pulled peter into his arms. "Oh Peter…" he let go and smiled at his son. "You are really the greatest thing that ever happened to me." Peter smiled and it soon faded when he remembered why he was here in the first place. "Father we need to get out of here! I don't want to see you get hurt." Erik didn't movie but had that evil smirk on his face. "My boy, I don't think it's me who is going to get hurt." Peter shook his head, "I don't want to see Raoul get hurt either. He is not all that bad father, its not like he just took Christine away from you just to see you suffer, he really does love her." Erik huphed and crossed his arms, "I kind of realized that when I was about to kill him and he was telling Christine not to throw her life away for his sake. He would die for her, as would I in the same position. The fact is, even though she left me, even though she stomped on my heart I still love her more than ever. I love to hear her voice, to see her. But she hates me, she's scared of me. And I don't blame her, who wouldn't be afraid of this." He pointed to his unmasked face. "and with what I've done also, who wouldn't be afraid if I cut down the huge chandelier, making the whole opera house catch fire, who wouldn't be afraid if I took them down to my lair, yelling at them and telling them to join me or their fiancé will die. Raoul and everybody else are right. I am a monster; I think it would have been easier if I just let the mob kill me that night."

"No! Don't ever say that! No one deserves to die! No matter what they do! And you especially, those people. They think you kill for fun, but the people that know you, me and Madame Giry. Know that you did it all out of love; you did it for Christine, to get Christine, father you were in love. You always do crazy things when you're in love." Erik got up and walked out of his room and over to the manikin he still had of Christine. "Christine, I wish you were here with me. I want you in my arms, to hold to love." He took a sobbing breath and sang softly, "Christine I love you."

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here, you're still that obsessed maniac that we all know and love."

Erik spun around and saw Raoul coming toward him, sword drawn and pointed toward him. Erik drew his sword and slowly walked toward Raoul. "How did you know I was here?" Raoul laughed. "Oh please, don't think that I wouldn't guess that you wouldn't come back here. I mean you have no where else to go." Erik growled. "I was told by a reliable source that you wouldn't come till morning."

"Well it was your reliable source that led me here. Your reliable source ran out of the house I followed him to see where he was going and he led me here. Hmm…peter is such a sweet boy I would have never guessed he was created by such a cold hearted monster."

"My father is not a monster!" Peter yelled coming into the room. "You know nothing of him! Maybe if you got the chance to know him you would see behind the face!"

"Peter go back into the room now!" Erik said pointing to the room.

"No! I will not let him treat you like that."

Erik sighed and walked over to his son and whispered softly. "Please, son go in to the other room. You're too young to see what I can do, if you see this you'll be scarred for life, believe me that's what scared Christine away." Peter looked down and nodded, but not before giving Raoul a piercing glare, and then went back into the room.

Erik turned back to Raoul and smirked at him. "So…where were we?"

"Having a little sweet talk with your son?" Raoul asked mimickingly.

"Yes, is that a problem for you vicomte?"

"Hmm…not really. I understand why you don't want your son to see you get murdered in front of his eyes."

"on the contrary vicomte, I didn't want him to see me killing you."

"is that a threat opera Ghost?"

"No…it's a promise." Erik ran towards Raoul, his sword drawn. Raoul also had his sword out. Erik slashed at Raoul and Raoul blocked with his sword. Raoul slid his sword off Erik's and tried to hit erik. But erik blocked. This went on for what seemed a while, erik bumped Raoul which made him lose his balance and fall into the water, erik came charging at him but Raoul raised his feet in the air and kicked erik square in the chest. Erik cried out in pain and watched Raoul get up.

"Had enough Phantom?"

Erik stood up recovering and smirked. "not on your life Raoul."

Erik threw his sword as fast as he could, cutting Raoul's arm. Raoul cried out and tried to do the same but erik caught him just before it reached. Their swords were up against each other and it was now up to their strength to determine who would win. Erik growled, baring his teeth like a dog. And pushed Raoul down back into the water. Erik now had the advantage. He put his foot on Raoul stomach and held the sword to his chest. "Now, ill give you a choice vicomte, either I let you go and you leave me and my son alone, or I stab you right here and you die a miserable death in a muddy lake in your enemy's home." Raoul was silent. "Hm…it seems you made your choice." Erik raised his sword, and peter poked his head out of the room, and screamed "NOOOOO!"

Peter awoke breathing heavily and sweating. He looked around, he was still in the guest bedroom, it was all nice and tidy and the window was shut and the house was silent. He got up and walked out to the bathroom to wash his face. He turned on the faucet and splashed his face with cold water. He sighed, 'what a nightmare' he thought. He walked out of the bathroom, and back into his room, crawled into bed and prayed that all he had was good dreams.

Wow so that was all a dream, I bet you were surprised. When I wrote it I didn't think it would be a dream, but I had an original plan so I didn't want to screw that up. so here it is. I hope you liked it, please tell me what you think in a review. I would greatly appreciate it! It would really cheer me up!