Chapter Sixteen

A/N:

Anonymous reviewer Jeanne: Actually, I have read the book The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux, in English and French so, I know the point of the story. But, this story is a sequel to the 2004 movie if you haven't noticed. Do not tell me I don't know the point when I like many other people in fanfiction write from our imagination. And, I never said this was the only time Raoul bashing has happened. Not trying to be mean but, please use common sense.

Erik started riding home in the darkness of the night. Just how he liked it. When Cesar was in the town, the streets were empty. But, Erik didn't mind all he was focused on was getting Christine home and taking revenge on Raoul.

As he began to see his home he made Cesar ride faster. When they finally got to Erik's home he quickly ran towards the door and Meg opened it. Erik went past her and then said quickly. "The Vicomte is tied to the saddle, bring in here with the rope." With that he went upstairs to put Christine in her room. Meg darted outside and undid the rope from the saddle and began to drag Raoul inside from the end of the rope. When she got Raoul inside Erik was barely coming back from upstairs. "You may stay with Christine; I will take care of the Vicomte." He said before moving towards Raoul but, Meg caught his shoulder.

"What happened to Christine?" Erik's hands clenched not really wishing to answer her but, for some reason, he knew she must know.

"The Vicomte… raped her." His voice was barely a whisper but, Meg heard it. She covered her mouth in shock and ran up to Christine's room.

Erik watched her leave before beginning to drag Raoul's body to the basement where there was a room far too deep underground where no one could hear screams. He placed him in a dungeon and chained him against the wall. He lit a candle and looked at Raoul. "Just you wait 'till you wake up, then the suffering will begin." He said before locking the stone door behind him.

Christine's eyes fluttered open and she felt sore. She looked up and saw Meg standing bedside the bed. "Meg? W-what happened?" Meg felt horrible what her best friend had to go though.

Christine realized that Meg didn't want to speak but, then images of what happened came to her and she began sobbing. Had Raoul, the man who played and saved her scarf from the sea rape her? God, why did this have to happen? "Why did he do it, Meg? Why did he rape me?" she began sobbing again and Meg put embraced her, not know what to say.

I wish I was older. I'm afraid I'll say something stupid and make everything worse. Meg thought. She really did not know what to say. She had no advice to give her. "Shh..." A word finally came out of her mouth, followed by more. "It's okay, Christine. It's okay, you're safe now." She remembered Erik asking her to bring Raoul in and she saw that blood was covering his face. Meg knew that Erik would want revenge on Raoul for hurting Christine.

She just didn't know how.

But, it was going to be violent. She gave Christine a smile and pulled away. "Try to get some rest Christine." She said before she closed the door and left the room.

Get rest? Impossible. She realized that she was still naked. She stood up and went to her wardrobe and got a simple white dress. She went to her mirror and began combing her hair, trying to get her mind off things. But, it didn't really work. With a heavy sigh, she just plucked a rose in her hair and got out of her room.

She began to wonder and found a beautiful hall that overlooked the sea. She stood there staring at the beautiful and calm water. She loved the sound of the water splashing against the land. It made her remember her childhood and father. She felt a little calmer than she did before.

She didn't know how long she was standing there because she looked at the sky and the sun was beginning to rise. She sighed and began to move away but, her eyes never leaving the view.

She felt two strong arms embrace her from behind and she felt protected. Erik moved his head to her ear and began to whisper.

"I won't let anything harm you." She felt a great feeling but, she didn't know why. "Nothing going to harm you, Christine. He may have done it once but, he will pay." She didn't care about Raoul in the moment, she had her guardian angel with her, and she felt that she can face the world.

She turned herself around and buried her head in his chest. She couldn't hold her tears. She needed him as much as he needed her. He put his arms around her and began caressing her hair. "Oh Christine. How it hurts me to see you like this. I should have been there sooner and would have stopped him!" Erik growled. She lifted her head and shook it.

"No, Erik. You saved me from what could have happened, and that's all that matters. The past cannot hurt us, not unless we let it." Erik smiled at his angel. She was so clever and wise. She knew that she must put it behind her and move on. She smiled at him and lifted her lips to his.

She kissed him passionately and wrapped her arms around his neck. He kissed her back without a hesitation. Their tongues began to taste each others' and he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His lips never left hers and ravished them.

He led her to his bedroom and dropped her in the bed and began to lick her throat. Christine lifted his face and took off his mask and smiled. "Much better." He grinned and began to ravish her lips once more and they both began to make love once more ignoring everything that happened and letting their love show.

Raoul's eyes opened. His face was hurting very much. What the hell happened? He tried to move his arms but, he was chained against the wall in a dungeon. He looked up and saw the door to the room creaking open.

"Hello, de Changy." Erik said with a grin. He had a large bag in his arm and let it drop to the floor. Raoul seemed kind of undeniably afraid.

"Where am I?" He asked and Erik kept that grin in his face and responded to Raoul.

"You are in my dungeon, and you are here because you hurt Christine's innocence. And you will pay slowly and painfully." His grin began to grow wider to the point it made Raoul want to close his eyes.

"You're evil!" He spat. Erik's grin turned into a smirk. Apparently he was fairly amused by the Vicomte.

"I would advise you, to call no man evil who can still love. I love Christine. I do not have malice dear Vicomte. Only anger and reprisal for you." Erik said and then took out a blade from his bag. "Shall we begin?"

A/N: Yes, more of a dark Erik coming this way. :) Review? Please?