Author's note: I currently have nothing to do so I thought that I would attempt to get another chapter out. I hope that you guys like this chapter. I know that a lot of you are a little mad that I let Raoul live but it was for a good reason, I promise. I don't want to kill him off yet. Enjoy!

Chapter Twenty: Return to the Opera

"Vicomte! You're alive!"

Raoul looked at Elizabeth with a evil grin on his face. "I'm not beaten yet!"

He stood up and pinned her arms against her sides. "And just where do you think you are going?"

"To...To the Opera House."

"I don't think so. You will be staying here with me my dear," he replied.

Dragging her across the hall, he threw her into Christine's room and shut the door. Withdrawing a key from his pocket, he quickly locked the door behind him. "I can't have you warning the Vicomtesse of my plans now can I?"

"Let me out! Please!"

The door thudded against Raoul's back as he leaned against the door. He looked down at his abdomen and saw the bloody wound. "He must not be a very good swordsman if he didn't kill me the first time."

He went over to his room down the hall and stripped his shirt off, throwing it on the floor. Ringing for the butler, Raoul pulled a clean shirt from his wardrobe and laid it on the bed. Shortly after, William, his personal servant appeared.

"Is there something that you need sir?"

Raoul pointed to his wound. "I need this bandaged up and then I need Shawn to prepare my horse."

William nodded and set about bandaging Raoul's wound. When he was done, Raoul pulled on his clean shirt and tucked it into his pants while William rang downstairs to Shawn.

"Your horse is ready sir."

"Excellent."

Raoul turned to go but paused just short of the door. "William, make sure that the door to the Vicomtesse's room stays locked at all times. Under no circumstances should you unlock that door. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

Turning on his heel, Raoul quickly made his way down the stairs and out the back door to the stables.

"Your horse Vicomte," Shawn said, handing the reins to Raoul.

"Take care of things while I am gone!"

With that, Raoul rode off.

Erik and Christine entered the opera house after riding in the carriage for what seemed like hours.

"I'm so glad you are back mon ange," Erik said, taking her hand into his.

"So am I. I cannot believe that Raoul would have done that! I'm just glad that he is gone and out of our lives forever."

Christine walked up to the stage and made her way over to where she hoped she could find Madame Giry.

"Christine!"

Whirling around at the sound of her name, Christine saw Madame Giry and Meg running towards her.

"We're so glad you're back! We were so worried!" Meg exclaimed as she threw her arms around her friend.

"What happened? We heard that the Vicomte had taken you prisoner," Madame Giry asked.

Christine nodded. "We were riding in the carriage and I fell asleep and the next thing I know, we were pulling up to his summer estate that I knew nothing about. He told me that I was going to be with him forever. It was so terrible!"

"We're just glad that you're safe my dear."

Meg looked at Christine. "Would you like something to eat? I bet you're starving!"

"I am a little hungry," Christine replied.

"Go on to your dressing room with Erik. I'll bring you something."

Meg smiled and hugged her again. "It's so good to have you back Christine. I don't know what I would have done without you."

"Let us go Christine," Erik said, taking her hand once more. "You need some rest."

The pair walked down the hallway and finally reached Christine's dressing room. He opened the door and held it open for her to walk in. Christine entered the room and removed her cape.

"I must say, it is good to be home."

He smiled. "You have nothing else to worry about my dear. Raoul will never bother you again."

"Is that so?"

Christine paused at the sound of a strange voice. "Who's there?" she called out.

Erik moved to stand in front of her, his hand at the ready on his sword. "Show yourself!"

A figure stepped out of the shadows.

"Raoul! But how...how are you still alive?" Christine exclaimed.

"It wasn't my time yet. But it is your time, Phantom!"

In a flash, Raoul drew his sword and took aim at Erik.

"Prepare to die!"

Okay, I hope that you guys like that chapter. I probably won't get another one up until next week so there's your weekend present. I hope you like it! Please submit reviews! I really enjoy reading them. Thanks again to all who have reviewed my story so far!

I remain your obedient author,
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