Author's note: Thanks go out to everyone who reviewed the first chapter of this story. I enjoyed getting your feedback. I kept getting review after review for both 'Angel' and 'My Savior'. Thank you so much!

Here is the next chapter. I know that a lot of you are wondering how Raoul became a drunk and a wife beater. I'll start describing that a few chapters from now. For those of you, who are awaiting Erik's arrival into the story, just keep reading. He should be arriving into the story very soon.

Chapter Two: Everything is perfect...Right?

Christine finished her bath, and stepped out of the tub. Wrapping a towel around her body, she pulled a cord that was hanging from one wall to signal for Anne and Elizabeth. Moments later, they entered the room. "Here's a night gown mam'selle," Anne said, handing her the garment.

She slipped the gown over her head and then went to the vanity and pulled a brush through her brown curls. "Where is Raoul? I'd like to see him before I go to bed," she asked Anne.

"He's in the study mam'selle, going over some paperwork. I'll take you there."

Opening the door, she led Christine out of the room and down the hallway. They went down the stairs and over to a door next to the living room. "I'll leave you two alone. I'll be in your room when you are done."

Christine nodded and knocked softly on the door. "Come in," Raoul's voice said through the door.

She opened the door and stuck her head in. "Raoul?"

He looked up from the papers strewn about his desk. "Christine! I expected you to go straight to bed after your bath."

"I wanted to see you first."

"Well come in darling! I'm always happy to see you."

Christine entered the room and shut the door behind her. "I need to ask you something."

"Of course sweetheart, anything. What is it?"

She sat in a chair across from the desk and folded her hands in her lap. "I'd like to go to the cemetery tomorrow to visit my father's grave," she said.

He looked at her and smiled. "Of course, it's not a problem. We'll go after breakfast tomorrow," he replied.

"That's just it Raoul. I want to go by myself. I need some time alone, to collect my thoughts. A lot has happened to me in the past few days."

"I see," he said, resting his chin on his hand. "Well, I'll tell you what, I have some business to take care of tomorrow. Why don't you go while I'm taking care of that?"

Christine smiled. "That sounds fine. Thank you."

She stood up and moved to stand behind Raoul. Leaning over, she kissed his forehead. "I love you."

"And I love you Christine."

Christine started to walk towards the door but was stopped by Raoul's voice. "Christine?"

She turned towards him, her hand on the doorknob. "Yes?"

"Take Anne with you tomorrow."

"But Raoul..."

"Christine, when you become a Vicomtesse you are going to have to take a maid with you at all times when you go out. I just want you to become acclimated to the life of a Vicomtesse. You understand don't you?"

She nodded and sighed.

"Good. Sweet dreams sweetheart. I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow morning," he said.

"Raoul, it's late. Aren't you going to bed too?" she asked.

Stretching his arms, Raoul shook his head. "I've got to prepare this paperwork for tomorrow Christine. I'm still the patron of the Opera Populaire and I need to decide weather I'm going to rebuild the opera house or leave it demolished."

"Please rebuild it Raoul. I would like to visit the opera house again and see Madame Giry and Meg. I want to see an opera performed. Maybe one day, perform there again," Christine pleaded.

"We'll see Christine. I don't want you worrying about this. Leave all this to me. Go to bed. Get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

"All right Raoul. I am tired. Goodnight," she replied. Turning the knob, Christine opened the door and left the room.

Slowly, she made her way up the stairs and to her room. Both Anne and Elizabeth looked up as she entered the room. "Is everything alright?" Anne asked.

Christine nodded. "Yes, everything is fine. I've had a long day. It's time for me to get some sleep."

Anne turned down the sheets on the bed while Elizabeth pulled the curtains shut. Christine climbed into the bed and pulled the sheets up. "Anne?"

"Yes mam'selle?"

"I would like to go to the cemetery tomorrow to visit my father's grave. Would you please come with me?" Christine asked.

"Of course. When did you want to go?"

"After breakfast, if that is possible."

"It's not a problem at all. I'll notify the driver to prepare the carriage tomorrow."

Christine smiled. "Thank you."

She settled underneath the sheets and her eyes started to droop. "Good night mam'selle." Anne said.

Soon the candle was extinguished and the door closed. Christine looked around the room for a moment, and then quickly fell fast asleep.

His once beautiful home was now destroyed. The organ lay in shambles. The pipes twisted beyond recognition. His belongings were strewn about. Off to one side, his music lay on the ground, some sheets burning, some sheets torn into pieces. The sheets on his beautiful swan bed were slashed. He walked into the once beautiful, intricate room through the mirror passageway and surveyed the damage.

"How could this have happened?"

He looked around for anything that might have survived the attack. Everything around him was destroyed. Walking up the small set of stairs, he looked to see if his most prized possession had survived the attack. "Where is it?"

His mask was missing. Fortunately, he had created a spare one that he had locked in a box many years ago; right after Christine had come to the opera house. He located the box, unlocked it and held the mask in his hands.

"At least it's still here. I don't know what I would do without this."

Putting the mask back in the box, he walked down to the lake and quickly bathed. After he was done, he dressed in a shirt and pants that had managed to survive the attack. Surprisingly, none of his clothes had been destroyed. He placed a new wig on his head and affixed the mask to his face.

"I need to find out what happened to her. I must make sure that she is happy."

He boarded the gondola and pushed it off the shoreline.

"Madame Giry should know where she is."

I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter. Yeah, Raoul looks innocent right now, but just wait; his true colors will come through eventually. Please don't forget to submit a review. It's the only way I can input changes and make this story as good as the first one. Thanks again for all the reviews I've received so far!

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