Disclaimer: not mine. Grr.

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Raoul was completely alone as he stroked Christine's gravestone. Christine Daae,1864-1897, it read, May her voice sing on forever. Several tears spilled onto his cheeks. 33. My little lotte was only 33.

Raoul suddenly felt Jord approach him silently. He looked up and stood up, simultaneously brushing his tears away. Raoul wanted to say something, but Jord cut in.

"We need to talk." Jord took his wrist and began leading him away from Christine's grave.

Raoul was stunned. It was completely unlike Jord to be so urgent, never mind to speak first, if she spoke at all. And Jord never seemed to 'need' anything- never mind to talk. Jord stopped leading Raoul, as if satisfied with the place she had found. She turned around, looking Raoul straight in the eye.

"Who's voice do you hear in mine?" Jord demanded. Raoul gave Jord a blank stare. "When I sing- whose voice do you hear?"

"Christine's?" Raoul said, furrowing his brow. This didn't make sense to him. Jord's eyes flashed in annoyance the same way someone might slap their forehead.

"Oh honestly! Don't treat it like a trivia question!" Jord exclaimed.

"I don't understand…" Raoul said in bemusement, "What are you trying to ask me? Or rather, what answer do you want?" Jord pursed her lips, and her jaw mussels twitched. "my dear Jord…"

"Raoul, you are not my father!" Jord exploded. Raoul stared at her agog.

"What?"

"You heard me," Jord snapped, "You are not my father." Raoul had had enough- he was tired of the game.

"Oh really," Raoul said slightly sarcastically, "So who is?" a strange, gentle, almost fond smile crept across Jord's face. She had turned it slightly to the side. Then she looked at Raoul again, her black eyes sparkling

"His name," Jord said, "is Erik."

"ERIK!" Raoul roared, "Have you lost your MIND!" Raoul was sure that Jord had really flown the coop this time- this was insane! How she found out that The Phantom's name was Erik was beyond him, and how she got the idea that he was her father was completely absurd.

"No!" Jord burst out, "I am completely sane, thank you! I am Erik's daughter, and-"

"YOU ARE MY DAUGHTER," Raoul spat, "NOT THE DAUGHTER OF THAT MONSTER!"

"He wasn't a monster!" Jord screeched, "He musician! An angel of music!" Raoul recoiled in anger.

"HE WAS NO ANGEL!"

"Not to you," Jord said, unable to keep a smile from flickering across her face, but was soon replaced with a scowl. Raoul glared at his daughter in fury, but his glare was more than met by Jord's returning one. A fire burned behind the black in her eyes, such passion, such hate, such bitter convulsion that even the Vicompt couldn't hold her gaze. He turned his head, looking down, then took a breath to speak. He began to say, looking at his daughter-

And Jord was walking in the other direction.

"Jord! Where on earth are you going!" Raoul called.

"To find my real father!" Jord called back.

"Maybe you were sane before, but THIS IS MADNESS!" Raoul began stumbling after who he still believed was his daughter. "Are you AWARE that it has murdered TWO MEN?"

"HE!" Jord snapped, "And YES, I am AWARE that ACCORDING TO COMMON BELIEF, Erik is considered a killer, kidnapper and ghost."

"And you are WILLINGLY going to TRY to get IT to understand YOU are ITS DAUGHTER!"

"YES!" Jord said and broke into a run.

"JORD!" Raoul ran after her, but it was no use. She wasn't so much fast as nimble, leaping between the trees. It had only been a few seconds, but Raoul had been outran.

"JORD! YOU CAN'T DO THIS, YOU HEAR! GET BACK HERE!" Raoul's attempts to get his daughter back were folly. "JORD! JOrd!" silence was his only reply. Raoul leaned against a tree, and sank down slowly. "Oh Jord…. Why?... Why so soon? Please Jord no… I can't take this now…" Raoul's face fell into his hands, silvery tears streaming down his cheeks. Christine was gone, and now Jord was too. Truth is pain. Jord was not his, never was his, never will be his. Truth is pain. Erik had probubly thought the same thing, but he really was a monster. He was no man. But now he had Raoul's last scrap of hope.

Truth is pain.

Jord is gone.

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I would say poor Raoul, except he is just being a fop again.