A/N: Well, I am back, and I am sorry about the long wait for an update on this story, but I have been in sort of a writer's block and a lot of shit has happened to me in the last six or so months. But the story is back nonetheless. I had to change accounts because yahoo had disabled my account because someone kept trying to hack into it, therefore I could not remember my password to fanfiction for my other account so I just thought this would be easier.

Chapter Two: Leave Me in Peace

I had to leave Raoul and get to my angel, but it seemed that Raoul had other plans. Though he had left me in my misery, once he knew that I loved the one he despised most, he had decided that it was timefor me to forget the angel that haunted me for so many years.

He had locked me in a room that I knew was meant for him and me when we were married. Though I am sure he did not want me to overhear, I heard him speaking to the maids about wanting them to constantly have a servant with me.

That happened three days ago. It was right after Victor had left the De Chaney estate. Ever since then, one of the maids that Raoul had hired when he and I were first engagedhad been with me everywhere I went. But I really did not care. I knew that even if I was able to get out of the estate that I was currently imprisoned in, I still would have been hunted like a fox during it's final day as the hunted instead of the hunter. I would never be free of Raoul now. Just as I had been with the Phantom. I began to fear being under Raoul's watchful eye forever more.

"Mademoiselle Daae," The current maid watching over me quietly beckoned me out of my thoughts of what had happened in the last few days and back to my current reality that was still hard for me to think about.

I looked at her with the same blank expression that had dawned my face for the longest time. She looked taken aback, but she recovered quickly. She was a stout woman, light brown hair pulled loosely into a bun at the back of her head, and her eyes seemed to match perfectly with her hair, the same light brown hughes, but her eyes. They seemed old for her young face that could barely be older than my own. She came from England. That was all that I knew about her, I knew nothing about her past or what brought her to France...I did not even know her name.

"Monsieur De Chaney has asked for me to get you ready for a dinner party that he has been invited to this evening." Her French was brokenand she seemed to barely know what she was saying, but she was at least trying, which is more than I can say for some of the other maids that Raoul had aquirred for me.

"No." That was all that I said before I turned back to the curtains that were shut tightly against one another, blocking out the brightness from the sun that shone proudly above the estate. I was not allowed to have those curtains drawn back, for it showed the top of the one place that I desperately longed to be.

Though I knew that Erik was not there, due to the fact that one of my earlier visits from Victor he told me that Erik was currently living with him, I still wanted to be there, in the bed that he had created for me, willing myself to awake to his voice that has been apart of my life ever since I had been just a small child. But if I did not see him soon, I know I would never hear his voice again. Not his voice, but only the songs my memories would allow me to hear. The songs he sang of lonliness...

"But Mademoiselle..." I was once again brought out of my dreams of my angel once again by the sound of the brokend French. "The master wants you to be at his side tonight. He expects you to be waiting for him in the parlor by the time he gets back from the markets later tonight. Please just attend this with him for his sake." She was still looking at me with pleading eyes, but I was not loojing at her. I was watching the shadows of the birds outside fly accorss the cutains that hid my home from me. I could hear the birds chirpping merrily as they flew freely.

"Mademoiselle-" Her words were cut short when I turned back to her and this time looked at her with all of the pent up sadness that I had contained in myself for the last three months. She took a step back and looked at the floor with pity in her eyes. But I did not want her pity. I could not hold it in any longer. I had to release all of my emotions and longing for my fallen angel in the only way that I felt I could at that moment.

With a scream, I threw the corstet and bodice down that the scared woman before me held. When she heard my cry of pain and anguish, she had retreated to a corner and watched me with fear in her eyes. But I ignored her. I started sobbing as I began going through all of the drawers of the vanity that Raoul had bought me long ago, throwing all of the contents of the drawers onto the floor. The makeups and the perfume bottles shattered once they reached the wood of the floor. But I barely noticed the glass breaking all around me. When I found that there was nothing left in the many drawers, I looked up at the mirror and saw what I had become. My eyes were puffy from my sobbing, but they were sunken into their sockets. My eyes had become dull other than the tears that shone in them, showing nothing but sadness. And though my skin was still the creamy color it had always been, it clung to my bones, showing hardly anything between them.

Still sobbing, I fell to the ground, ignoring the sharp pain that shot through my hands and knees. I slowly turned to lean up against the vanity, my legs curled up to my chest. I buried my head into the small dent and continued to cry. I wanted to hear my angel again. I wanted to leave here. I wanted Raoul to understand what I needed rather than what he wanted.

"Mademoiselle?" A cautious voice in the back of my mind whispered. I knew that it was the maid, but I did not want to look up in fear that she would see my tears. Although it was rather pointless after she saw me breaking down just a few moments ago.

"Just...just leave me..." I whispered. "Just leave me in peace." I did not look up, even when I heard the door shut lightly and the sound of light footsteps walking down the large staircase.

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"Christine!" I yelled as I walked into the house. Though I knew that she would not be there. Even though I knew it was a derastic measure to lock her up in this house, I knew that if I didn't, she would run back to the Opera House. I could not bear the thought of letting her become a servant to that beast! He would only use her for his own purposes, not aknowledge the fact that she had to be taken care of like a glass doll.

"Christine, it is time to leave!" I shouted up the stairs as I walked through the house. But there was no reply. I walked up the stairs, and entered the door to the right. Our room was in complete disarray. Broken bottles were scattered across the floor, spilling their contents all over the wood. The curtains had all been ripped off of the rods, the bedsheets were in a pile on the floor, absorbing all of the liquids from the bottles, and the vanity mirror. The vanity mirror was broken into hundreds of tiny pieces. I stared in awe at what used to be the finest room in this estate, as if it could magically disappear.

"Christine?" I whispered, I did not hear anything. My heart began to race as I walked through the room, looking for a sign of Christine. But there was none. The door squeaked behind me and I quickly turned, hearing glass break even more under my boots.

"Abigail, where is Mademoiselle Daae?" I asked the girl who stood in the doorway. Her eyes looked down at the floor, almost ashamed at the mess. She did not answer my question, but just continued to stare at the mess. "Abigail?"

"She is in your study, Monsiuer de Chaney." She whispered before she turned and walked down the stairs. I just stared at the the doorway before I walked to the study down the hallway.

A/N: This is just kind of a weird chapter, but the breakdown of Christine was needed. I am hoping that this gets more reviews than the first chapter. Thanks

The Lost Eternity

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