Author's Note: Thanks to all who reviewed the last chapter! The feedback was incredible!

Madame Opera Ghost: I apologize for the confusion. Raoul locked Elizabeth, Christine's maid in the estate so she couldn't go to the opera house and warn Christine and Erik that Raoul was alive.

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Here is the next chapter. I hope that you guys like it!

Chapter Twenty-One: The Last Stand

"Prepare to die!"

Raoul looked at Erik, sword drawn, ready for battle.

"Christine, stay back. I don't want you getting hurt," Erik said, gently pushing Christine back.

She moved back to the doorway, eyes wide at the sight in front of her. "Don't go far Christine. I want to see the look in your eyes as you watch him die!" Raoul taunted her.

Christine's eyes narrowed. "How dare you Raoul! You've caused me nothing but grief ever since that night! Do you know how hard it has been to be with you?"

"But Christine, I love you. I just wanted to protect you from this monster!"

"Monster? Monster? The only monster here is you Raoul!"

She rushed forward and quickly pulled Erik's sword from it sheath.

"I will not let you cause me anymore pain!" she cried out, moving towards Raoul.

"Christine, no!" Raoul shouted, trying to stop her.

"Let me be!"

Christine and Raoul stood, toe to toe, staring at each other. "Goodbye Raoul. I hope that you enjoy things in hell!"

She took the sword and plunged it into Raoul's chest.

His eyes widened as the sword entered his chest. Breathing raggedly, he staggered back. Raoul glanced down to the sword in his chest and then back at Christine.

"Christine...I...love you."

He fell to the floor.

Christine stood there, Raoul's blood on her hands, looking down at his body. "Is he really dead?"

Erik walked over to the fallen Vicomte and put two fingers to his neck. Pausing for a minute, he looked up at Christine.

"He is. Vicomte Raoul de Changy is dead."

Okay, Okay, I know. It's short. I'm giving you guys a teaser right now. My plan is to go home tonight and pull out my laptop and write another chapter to be posted in the morning after I get to work from my morning workout. I wouldn't do that to you guys! I promise that I will get another, longer, chapter up tomorrow. Please, bear with me!

I remain your obedient author,
Phantomfan1911