Wedding plans

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It had been a week since Erik proposed to Christine. They were busy making wedding plans and writing down who would come to the wedding. Meg had helped Christine pick out a beautiful wedding dress and veil. Mme Giry had gotten rid of Raoul's body, but she was still worried about the police finding out.

Meg and Christine were sitting in the lair, talking.

''Oh, Christine! Philippe will never love me again! I killed his brother!''

''It's ok, Meg.''

Christine tried to comfort her friend. They went up to the main room and sat on the staircase. Meg continued to cry and Christine patted her back and told her it was ok. Suddenly, Meg looked up and screamed. Christine looked over and stood up. It was Philippe and he had a pistol in his hand.

''Philippe!''

He motioned for her to walk over to him and she did.

''Oh darling, what are you doing h-''

He smacked her across the face and she fell to the ground.

''Meg!'' Christine screamed. She looked from her friend to Philippe.

''What do you want?'' she asked.

''You killed my brother.''

''Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't.''

''You did!''

''No!'' Meg yelled. She stood up and kicked Philippe in the shin. He fell over and the pistol fell from his hand. ''I did.''

Philippe's eyes went wide and he stood up. He pushed Meg over again and ran towards Christine. He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her.

''No, you did! You hated him! You witch, you hated him!''

Christine let out a cry and tried to get away from him. Philippe dropped her and grabbed his pistol off of the floor.

''Well, now I'll just have to kill you both.''

He raised the pistol, but suddenly, Erik appeared from behind him and threw a punjab around his neck. Philippe fell to the ground, dead. Christine tried not to scream, but Meg did. Christine ran to Erik and threw her arms around him.

''Oh, Erik. I thought he was going to kill us.'' she sobbed. Mme Giry ran into the room and stared wide eyed at the body on the floor. Then, she looked up at Erik.

''Erik, what happened?''

''He tried to hurt them. I had to save them.''

Mme Giry walked over and started to drag Philippe by the shirt. She dragged him out of the room and to wherever she had Raoul's body, she was going to send Philippe's.

''It's alright, angel.''

Erik held Christine as she continued to sob uncontrollably. Meg mourned over her loved one. She had loved him so much, but he just didn't love her as much and now he was dead. Her mother returned and took Meg home to rest. Christine calmed down and Erik took her back down to the lair. He carried her into their room and placed her on the bed. He started to leave, but Christine stopped him.

''Erik, wait. I'm cold, will you stay in here with me?''

He smiled and walked towards the bed. He layed down next to her and they both fell asleep.