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Chapter Five

The Wedding Night

"What?" Christine cried. Maybe she hadn't heard Raoul right. After all, it was quite noisy in the train station.

"We missed the train to Sweden. We'll have to wait for the next train tomorrow." A strong gust of wind blew threw the train station. "It's cold. We better go back home."

Mamma Valerius got up from the bench and began to hobble away. Christine simply clutched her cloak tightly around her and stayed put. She didn't want to go. She was certain that Erik would be waiting for her back at the mansion.

"Come, Christine," Raoul beckoned, "you'll catch your death."

An image of Erik flashed into Christine's mind. She thought out loud, "You're right. I must go. Staying here would only be doing what he would want."

"What did you say, Christine?" Raoul asked.

"Nothing, dear." She smiled and linked arms with him. Raoul smiled also and proudly escorted his pretty wife back to the carriage, with Mamma Valerius following closely behind.

Christine sat on the large, four-poster bed, frantically playing with the lace trimming on her nightgown. Elaine was gone, and now she was left alone in her bedroom. Raoul would come out of this personal dressing room shortly. Several female servants passed by her door and talked about how nervous (or excited) they had been on their wedding night. Christine's eyes darted about the room, looking for a black-clad figure that might step out of the shadows. She wanted to be on her guard, if Erik should chose to show himself that night.

The door opened and Christine started. She let out a sigh of relief when Raoul, in his dressing shirt, entered the room.

"Happy to see me?" he asked, opening his arms wide and inviting a hug. Christine timidly went up and allowed him to enclose her in his arms. "I love you," Raoul sighed happily.

"I love you, too." And they both cast a glance towards the bed.

Much to Christine's surprise, Erik didn't not make an appearance that night. Raoul was quickly able to take her mind off Erik. Once the couple had fallen asleep, though, muffled sobs came from out on the balcony. A pair of large yellow orbs gazed on Christine's sleeping form, and a voice clearly rang through the silent streets of Paris, "She will yet be mine!"

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short. Please R&R.