Author's Note: I apologize for the long wait on this chapter. My work and computer have prevented me from working on the story. Since I have to work today and I have nothing to do all day I think that I might be able to get at least two or three chapters up. I hope that these next chapters will make up for them being late.

I received a review the other day from a person who had read my story saying that the thought of Raoul ever hitting Christine was just impossible. Well, this is my story, and I'm not very fond of him so I can make up my own plot. I respect your opinion though and thank you for your review.

Here is the next chapter. Currently, I am watching POTO (pauses to drool over Gerry) hopefully, my work will allow me to publish the next chapter sometime on Tuesday. Enjoy!

Chapter Six: Raoul's Madness

It had been almost a week since she had disappeared. Raoul had men searching every possible place where Christine could have been hiding. He hadn't slept in days and it showed. The once proud Vicomte de Changy now had black rings under his eyes. He paced up and down the hallway, hands behind his back, head down in thought.

Anne had tried to get him to eat something. One night, she'd brought him some soup and a freshly baked roll. But he had just pushed it away and went back to his plans to bring his wife home.

No matter how hard she tried to hide it, Anne missed the Vicomtesse. The house just wasn't the same without her. All of the servants were strangely quiet around the Vicomte and they rarely spoke to him. Only Anne had made an attempt to cheer him up.

Suddenly, Raoul heard footsteps. He stopped pacing and looked up to find Anne standing in front of him. "What?" he said, rather harshly.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your thoughts sir but there is someone here to see you."

"Show them in."

She nodded and turned towards the front door to the estate. Moments later, Nathaniel walked in and stopped just before the Vicomte. "Sir, I bring you news."

"Well then, get on with it! Have you found her yet?"

"I'm afraid not sir. We have looked in all the places that you have requested and could not find a trace of her anywhere. Is there anywhere else that you would like for us to look?" Nathaniel replied, regretfully.

Raoul shook his head. "Not that I can think of at the…" He trailed off.

"Sir?"

"Search the Opera Populaire. Leave no stone unturned there. She had many friends at the opera house. It is possible that she could have gone back there," Raoul said.

"As you wish. I shall report back to you if we find anything." With that, Nathaniel bowed deeply and left.

Author's Note: Okay I'm entering a note here. For those of you who are Raoul friendly, I do plan on making him go a little insane in this story and eventually coming out of it and becoming the usual Raoul again. If this offends you then I suggest that you don't read anymore of my story.

Okay, now we're on the rooftop scene where Raoul acts like he doesn't have a brain and tries to tell Christine that Erik doesn't exist… Now I remember why I wanted Christine and Erik together so much. (Catches a glimpse of Gerry and drools some more) Oh, excuse me. Now back to the story.

Nathaniel arrived at the Opera Populaire a few hours later. He entered the building, which was in the final processes of being rebuilt, and looked around. "Excuse me," he said to a passing dancer. "Where could I find the managers?"

"They are on the stage Monsieur, with La Carlotta."

"Thank you."

He made his way towards the stage, hearing the argument that was going on between them.

"I will not sing again! Piangi is gone and there isn't any way you can bring him back!" Carlotta shouted.

"Signora, please! We need you. Be our Prima Donna again!" Andre pleaded with her.

Stepping on the stage, Nathaniel walked towards them. "Excuse me, but I'm looking for the managers?"

"You've found them," Andre said, turning his attention away from Carlotta. "Is there something that I can help you with?"

"My name is Nathaniel. I have been sent her by the Vicomte de Changy to inquire about his wife, the Vicomtesse."

Firmin looked over at Nathaniel. "Why would the Vicomte want to inquire about his wife? Has something happened?" he said.

Nathaniel nodded. "Apparently she has disappeared."

"Disappeared? When?" Madame Giry, who had been listening from off stage now approached the gathering.

"She simply vanished from the estate a few days ago, Madame. I have been hired by the Vicomte to search for her and bring her home," he replied. "He wanted me to search the Opera House thoroughly."

"So, the Vicomte has finally lost his little chorus girl?" Carlotta sneered.

"Signora, the Vicomte is still the patron of the this Opera House! It's his money that is making it possible for it to be rebuilt after what happened!" Andre cried out.

Firmin turned to Nathaniel. "The Opera House is available for your search. I'm sure that everyone will help you to find the Vicomtesse."

"Not everyone…" Carlotta said, under her breath.

"Thank you Monsieur." Nathaniel turned and left the stage to begin his search.

Madame Giry looked around to both Andre and Firmin and then walked off the stage, seemingly in her own thoughts.

Strange sounds were coming from the Vicomte's bedroom. Anne slowly crept over to the door and listened quietly.

"Christine! Christine!"

She could hear Raoul yell Christine's name over and over again. Is he dreaming? she thought.

"ANNE! Get in here!"

Her name was being called from a nearby room, she looked over and saw Elizabeth, her best friend at the estate. "What's wrong with the Vicomte?" she asked.

"I don't know. I heard the doorbell ring a couple hours ago but I didn't see who came in," Elizabeth had told her.

Suddenly, the door to Raoul's bedroom opened and out walked a shapely brunette woman who bore a striking resemblance to the Vicomtesse. She was followed by Raoul. "Come back soon Christine," he called after her. Then he went back into his room and closed the door.

Elizabeth and Anne moved down the back staircase quickly and made it down before the woman did. "Mam'selle, is there something that we can get for you?" Anne asked her.

"No, that's alright."

"I'm sorry mam'selle, but I didn't get your name," Elizabeth said.

The young woman looked around and then right at Elizabeth. "Your master insisted on calling me Christine," she whispered. "Who is that?"

Anne and Elizabeth glanced nervously at each other. "Mam'selle, Christine is his wife's name. She vanished from the estate a few days ago," Elizabeth replied.

The young woman looked shocked. "Disappeared? How?"

"We don't know. The Vicomte and Vicomtesse had an argument, he left and she simply vanished."

"ANNE!"

"That's the Vicomte, and he sounds angry," Anne said, after curtsying to the young woman, she left and went up the stairs.

Elizabeth showed the woman out and then followed Anne up the stairs.

They entered Raoul's chambers and saw what resembled the Vicomte. "Is there something you needed sir?" Anne asked.

"Yes, actually there is." He held up a piece of paper and a pouch full of francs. "Go to the dress maker and get four dresses made in these measurements. Make them in different colors, but make one purple. I expect you to return this evening."

Anne looked strangely at him. "Sir?"

"Do not question me Anne, just go!"

"Yes sir," Anne said, then she turned on her heel and left.

"Elizabeth, make sure that the young lady who left earlier gets the same treatment the you would give to the Vicomtesse. Understand?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Good, now get out of my sight." Raoul turned his back to her and looked out the window.

Elizabeth curtsied and left.

Author's note: Okay, I think that I delved deep enough into the way Raoul is feeling since Christine has disappeared. As always, I hope that you guys enjoyed that chapter. I am still trying to find a direction for this story. I know what I want the ultimate outcome to be but I just need to fill everything in. Please review!