A/N: Thank you all for the lovely reviews! Here's a new chapter for all you nice people. Enjoy!

I stayed in my room the rest of the day, just looking out my window at the spot where Raoul and I met every morning. When out of the corner of my eye, I saw Meg. "What was she doing down here?" I asked myself as I saw her sneaking around by the house looking paranoid. "It's alright Meg!" I called out my window. "No one's here! But if you want to get in, you're going to have to climb through a window, all the doors are locked!"

Meg climbed though one of the lower windows and I let her into my room. "Christine!" She cried. "I talked with my mother and we have figured out a solution to yours and Raoul's problem!"

When she mentioned Raoul, I could feel tears welling in my eyes. I bit my lip and tried not to cry, but the tears came spilling out anyway.

"Christine, what's the matter?" Meg asked. "Was it something I said?"

"It's Raoul." I sobbed. "He-he he's dead!" I cried loudly.

"Oh, Christine." Meg whispered as she sat down beside me. "I'm so sorry." I could see tears welling in her eyes too and she cried with me all that afternoon.

It was later, Meg had left and Erik was back from the tavern. He came in my room after I got ready for bed. "Christine." He whispered. "May I talk to you?"

I turned around in my chair. "Sure, what is it?"

He took a step closer. "I'm sorry for the way I treated you earlier. You know I would never want to hurt you."

"Sure." I thought sarcastically as he talked on about how unworthy he was and how he would long for my love and affection. Then he walked out of the room to the piano and started playing a soft piece I never heard before. I walked out of my bedroom and went up behind him to see what he was playing.

At the top of the sheet music was the title it read, "Christine's Theme." I listened carefully and smiled softly, it was a medley of songs I sung: "Think of Me," the aria that shot me into stardom, "Angel of Music," the duet I sang with Meg down in the chapel where Erik first congratulated me for my success, "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again," the song I sang in the graveyard when I was missing my father so dearly… Then he came to a part the medley where he played a song I never sang but something he sang to me. It was "The Music of the Night," the song that gave me goose bumps every time I heard it, the song that stirred feeling of longing and desire within the dark part of my soul, the song that… I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard him start to sing in his angelic voice.

"Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor. Grasp it; sense it, tremulous and tender…"

I looked away and tried not to fall under his spell, but he cupped my chin and gently turned my face to look at him. "Turn your face away from the garish light of day; turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light, and listen to the music of the night..."