Sorry I haven't been able to update. Have school right now and it takes up all of my time. Anyways. Hope you are enjoying my story (a lot of it is just random, but having fun…)

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Erik's PoV

When I heard Christine's call, I had been working on Meg. She seemed to be stirring and I wanted to make sure she would be all right.

Christine-and-me! Impossible! The voice in my head kept screaming at me. I knew I should ignore it, but I couldn't. I was very relieved when I heard Chris's call.

When I got to the kitchen, all I could do was stare for a few minutes in amazement. Chris was on the floor (having been knocked down by flying midgets ), Madame De Chagny was sitting at the table with Nadir, and my kitchen had been truned into some sort of demented playground. Christine found her voice before I did.

"What are you all doing here?" she demanded, anger making her voice louder than normal… and much higher pitched. It grabbed my attention, and I turned to see Christine's two sisters and a little boy now sprawled across her body… the little boy was on her throat. Explains that I thought with a little apprehension. I could not deny that where Chris was happened to be vastly amusing. Unfortunately, it also put me in a position I did not want to be in while dealing with this family; meaning that I did not want to deal with the other members of my little blonde fireball's family.

"A very good question. A good one indeed.", Nadir said in that calm, cryptic way that had always bugged me for some reason.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean!" Apparently, it bugged Chris as well.

"It means, my dear girl, that we are not entirely sure why we are here… at least I'm not. You're mother might know, but I don't." Nadir replied smoothly. "Now" He continued just as calmly, "Why don't you explain what exactly you and Erik have been doing here these last few years, hmmm? I am fascinated to know how a half-dead nine year old came to be the feared Phantom of the Opera's pupil, ward, and apparently, lover." The last word hit me like a hammer to the head. Glancing at Chris's dumbstruck face, I busted up laughing with the hilarity of it all.

"What's so funny Erik? You look like a madman… grumbled not that it makes too much of a difference." "I heard that Christ (pronounced like Chris, but with a slight lisp)." I replied. "What is so funny you ask? I shall tell you since I'm such a nice guy. Think about it a minute… A man that I have almost killed any number of times, a woman who almost killed me literally and metaphorically, and a whole bunch of the shortest people I have ever seen, including the ballet rat's kids have invaded my home, pillaged my kitchen, and utterly destroyed my kitchen are sitting here. To add icing to the cake, The man I have almost killed, and am ready to kill again right now, is attempting to pry into my personal life, and is trying to make me feel guilty about having boarded you for several years." I didn't realize that I had started yelling until the little girls and the boy ran to Christine, and Chris whistled shrilly to get my attention.

"You finished?" Christine interjected. "I will tell my story if I can get a word in edgewise here." She took a deep breath and began.

"Raoul, as you know, is a very large business man and investor. He has made out family millions. Unfortunately, it also led to him obtaining several enemies… people who make you look like the nicest and most beautiful man ever. Monsters, assassins, and rapists. We need help. Antionette assured us that you would help us. Please, Angel, I beg you, help my children, husband and myself." When she finishes, her eyes looked subdued. She tilted her face down to look at her dress. I was about to speak when Chris decided to answer instead… at a full tilted scream

"You want our help! Do you really think that you deserve our help? Where was Erik's help when you broke his heart? Where was my sisters' help when father decided that they where good targets to take everything out on? Where was my help when father decided that I was old enough to learn about sex first hand! Where were you mother, when I got pregnant and miscarried because no one told me what to do! Where were you when I was looking for someone to cling to? Someone to support me? What the hell makes you think that you have the right to come into here, why do you have the audacity to request anything from us? You might as well have killed us with your own hands! You're pretty, bloodstained hands. I…I…." She fled, sobbing so hard she couldn't breathe. She stumbled once, but picked herself up and continued going.

I was after her in an instant. I got to her just as she was flinging herself onto my bed, still sobbing. She saw me and bolted over to me so fast that there was no question why she was called Fireball.

"I…I… I h-hate h-her. I HATE HER, I HATE HER, I HATE HER!" It was like she was chanting the words to save her soul. "I know" I whispered, stroking her hair, and kissing the top of her head every once in a while. "I know"

Okay, gloomy chapter. Had to get all this out sometime. If I get to update any time soon, next chapter should be brighter… I hope. Anyways. First year in the IB program so I have butt loads of homework, and not a lot of comp time, but will update when I can.