AN: I promised myself I wouldn't write ANs before the chapter because many people just ignore it, but I apologize in advance that there are no indentations. It makes the entire story confusing because it's hard to read but I tried like three times and it simply would not work. I double-spaced so the words and sentences weren't "smushed" together. That's it. Enjoy...

Wildly my mind beats against you, yet the soul obeys.

"Christine..." there was a whisper. I just realized I had gotten here. My mind cursed me.

"Erik..." He was all around me again. I felt him on my face, down my neck, over my breasts, into my child and down to my toes.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

I didn't answer.

"You are unhappy." I looked down without replying. "Christine..." He whispered. I felt myself yearn for him. I walked, slowly, gently, towards the mirror that had once taken me to Erik. I felt him more and more with each step.

Then he moved.

He was overhead somewhere. There were dozens of places that led to my room. All of them connected somehow.

"Erik!" I cried in despair. Why was I here? This man tried to keep me with him forever. Was that very horrible?

"Your husband is looking for you."

"I couldn't care any less if I had wanted to." Sadly, that was true. I wrapped my arms around myself. The air was cold. "Erik, help me."
He began to sing. I knew he would. Oh, how mesmerized was I by his voice.

"Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance." My eyes fell shut and my body heat bounced up.

"Angel of Music, I denied you, turning from true beauty. Angel of Music! My protector, come to me Strange Angel." Then something fell in front of me.

I picked it and noticed what it was. A single red rose with a black ribbon tied around it. His sign of acceptance.

I returned to the fifth box content that Erik had shown me affection. Raoul, however, wasn't so happy.

"Come, we're going home," he said as I hid the rose in back of me.

"Why? What happened?"

"I'm tired." That was obviously not true. He held my wrist and dragged me outside. Our driver was gone so Raoul hopped in front.

"Oh, Christ," I muttered and held onto the sides. He was angry and he drove like a lunatic. I stared at my rose and smelled the heavenly scent.

In a few minutes time we were at home and I hid the rose in my bosom. Raoul didn't say anything as I chased after him into our room. He looked at me angrily. He was searching for something at the same time.

"When a wife disobeys their husband, they get a punishment that they deserve." I truly had no idea what he was talking about. "You will not learn by a slap on the wrist, you need a full blown punishment." He said and found something in my drawer. He held a key in his hand. "You know what I'm talking about. Your privileges are gone. You will not leave this house under any circumstances," he said as I laughed out loud despite the timing.

"You take my key," I said and grabbed a brush, "I take your child."

Raoul stared at me without any expression. This was an empty threat. I was angry, I wasn't evil.

"You wouldn't," he challenged as I raised the brush and he pounced on me, grabbing the brush and pinning me to the bed.

"Get off me!"

"You lied to me!" He yelled, "You went to the Opera House when I was gone after I forbade you!" How the hell did he know that?!

"You are no one to forbid me," I said as he glared at me angrily.

"I am your husband and protector. You have no right to speak to me like that!"

"Don't be pompous, Raoul. Get off me." He did and stared at me in a safe distance.

It may been the hormones but I broke down and cried. He stayed where he was. "You can't keep me from singing--"

"It's for your own safety!"

"I don't need your protection. Not when you're here and not when you're gone for months! You leave me here alone expecting me to knit and be a perfect mother for a child that isn't even formed yet! I love singing, if you get in my way I will not have it you are no one to keep me from singing after I got so deep into it." With Erik's help, I wanted to add. Raoul nodded sadly and sat next to me.

"Yes, alright. I'm sorry. Now get to bed, it's late." He didn't sound sorry at all. I loathed the man I loved. He was my husband and mine enemy. I loved him, yes, but right now I'd love to smack him.

"What? That's it? Go to bed?"

"Yes, I suppose, there isn't anything more. You deceived me and threatened to kill our child." He was very hateful. Not like the man that I married. So, who was this man?

"I-I didn't deceive you! You kept me from my passion, excuse me if I didn't commit suicide by obliging," I said, "and as for the child--you might as well kill me and Philippe if you intend to keep me locked up, because it'd be either you or me." Raoul looked stunned.

"Who are you?" He asked with wide eyes.

"I am Christine Daae, the little girl who loved you and the woman who still does" I said through tears. Ever since this child was put into me, my life had died and my death had been brought to life. In other words, my life was so horrible that I wanted to die but couldn't.

"Christine, don't cry." Raoul said and wiped my tears. "I'm sorry, I love you too. Forget it, forget all of this. You should get to bed, really."

"No," I said and smiled softly through my tears, "not if you're not coming."

In Dreams He Came...
Dream(Third Person)

"Christine, come with me," a voice said. She knew the voice. It was the voice that haunted her dreams and was doing so right now.

"But what about Raoul?" Christine asked, knowing somehow that Raoul wasn't around.

"What about Raoul?!" Said the raging beautiful voice. "I loved you before he did. I gave you your voice. You picked me!"

The song that rang in her head proved it. She had picked her. She had passed the point of no return. How could she go back from the point of no return?

"No backward glances..." The song rang in her head as Christine saw the two figures who were singing, touching, caressing. His hands went to her womb.

"Philippe..." She had forgotten the one thing that bound her to Raoul.

"But you don't want the child, do you?" Christine sighed and let her head fall on Erik's shoulder as one of his hands caressed her thigh.

"Do you!?" His voice was powerful, forceful, heavenly.

"No! No, Erik, no. I never did. I want you." A smile appeared on Erik's face as she felt his arms squeeze her womb. She, without knowing, helped claw at her unborn child. She was trying to kill it.

"Erik...," She mumbled as the dark figure disappeared into a mist and left Christine to claw through her womb alone. She continued to claw as blood spilled.

"Ahh..." she cried out in pain.

"Ahh..." I cried out in pain.

This was the pain I seemed to be experiencing in the dream. Apparently I was feeling it while awake, as well. I felt as if I were on fire. I saw hand marks and scratches all over my stomach and womb. What had I done? My face was cold. I touched my cheek and felt liquid. I was soaked in my tears, yet I only felt the pain now. Raoul stirred.

"What is it?"

"It hurts!"

"I'm sure it's nothing, go back to--"

"The baby--" Raoul jumped up and ran to the hallway, outside our bedroom.

"Someone get a doctor!" The servants were no doubt awake by now. Raoul rushed to me. It felt like the pains I got before I bled only ten times worse. I felt pressure around where Philippe would be. A doctor was rushed after what felt like hours. He quickly injected something into my arm and I fell asleep seconds later.

When I woke up, Raoul was talking to the doctor outside the door. I noticed I was on the divan and the bed was blood soaked. The pain was gone but I was still soar everywhere. I had no idea what had happened. I felt the sudden urge to cry, though. I fought back and stood up. I walked over to where Raoul and the doctor were speaking. When they noticed me, they became quiet. Raoul looked very upset about something but I could tell he was trying to be calm.

"What are you doing up?" He asked me and held my hand. The doctor stared from Raoul to me then to him again. Raoul, who I could tell was very upset, dropped my hands and walked away.

"Doctor, what happened, what is it?"

The doctor shook his head sadly and replied; "The babe, madame, he is dead."

AN: Ooh, interesting, hmm? The Baby would be the only thing holding Christine back from Erik (Well, one that she actually cares about), once that is eliminated, she is free of this baby which she considers a burden. Raoul also realizes that he is losing Christine and while the baby's alive, he has her completely. And then it dies... Send me your thoughts.

TAKE THAT RAOUL! Evil, aren't I?

--TheDemonfromHell

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