Please do not be under the impression that Raoul is raping Christine. They are each willing, including Christine. I just don't think Raoul would ever rape Christine-he was her childhood sweetheart! He's just a little eager and inexperienced, and isn't taking into account that it just MAY hurt Christine. Plus I think it would be a little cruel to have had Christine get raped by Carlotta and THEN Raoul. Thank you! :)

They were both exhausted, and they never ate the supper they had came there for. They fell asleep peacefully instead, Christine snuggled against Raoul, who had a protective arm around Christine's bare, pale body.

Christine woke with a start, forgetting where she was. Then she felt a sleeping someone next to her, and thought it was Erik at first, but then she saw a flash of blond hair. She sighed inwardly, secretly hoping that it was Erik.

Erik sat down on his bed and just began to cry. He didn't even care anymore; this just couldn't be happening. And Don Juan was tonight-how was he going to act with Christine after what he had just witnessed?

That night came too quickly, and Christine was already pulling on her Don Juan gown. The sleeves were as uncomfortable as ever, and she felt too seductive to be anywhere near Erik. She heard the audience clapping outside and heard the beginning already starting and gulped. After the short introduction, she and Erik would go on.

Christine clipped the rose into her hair and slipped on the gold toe rings and bracelet. She was ready on the outside, but on the inside, the constant hard beating of her heart reminded her of what she had to do next.

She went up to wait behind the wings, the introduction finishing just minutes after she got there. Christine positioned herself onstage, a basket or red roses at her hands, reminding her even more of Erik.

The curtain rose, and his voice shook her out of her thinking. It was him, this was now, and he was serenading her. He was approaching her, and, even though she could recognize that voice from anywhere, she turned from her sitting position to look at him. Not that she had been expecting him to look different, but he was the exact same Erik that she had made love to so long ago.

He brought his finger up to his lips to silence her in case she decided to cry out. The audience didn't need to know about what had happened between him and Christine.

He began moving closer and closer to Christine, and then she could feel how close he was to her, his soothing voice almost repairing all of the wounds they had created with their harsh words to each other. Then he wrapped his arm around Christine, who hadn't been expecting it at all. His arm brushed against her breast, sending tingles up and down her spine at such an intimate touch. He ran his hands across the bare area above her breasts and down her other arm, clasping his hands around hers. Then he came up behind her again, and ran his hand across her face and also finishing his solo.

She was so entranced by his actions that she was a few seconds late beginning to sing her solo. Her eyes were still closed peacefully as she began to sing, and only opened them when she began walking up the stairs. He was walking up on the other side, but she wanted him with her now, to touch her and explore her body. But a face in the audience caught her eyes. Raoul. She had forgotten about him, forgotten about her succumbing to him last night, and a blush crept over her face. How could she think about Erik's touch and then remember last night with Raoul?

"Just say you love me every waking moment. Or you will curse the day you did not do, all that the Phantom asked of you", he glared into her eyes and sang softly so the audience wouldn't hear.

"I can't, Erik. Not after..." she started, forgetting that everyone was watching them.

"After making love to that boy?" he asked, and, pulling a lever, they fell through the hole that opened up in the floor for them.

Christine could hear the crowd and performers scream above them as Erik grabbed a torch and pulled her back into his lair.

"What are you doing? Haven't you caused enough trouble in the opera house? And... for me?" Christine yelled at him, as her rose clip fell to the ground and her curls became wild and twisted around her face.

"And haven't you done the same to me, my little whore?" he asked her as they continued to run to his lair.

They finally reached it and he pulled yet another lever to lower the gate back into the water. "Can't you just forget about me for once? Raoul asked me to marry him this morning-does that mean nothing to you?" Christine said. His insult had sparked a feeling she had ever felt before inside of her.

"I figured that boy would do that. And yes, Christine, it means everything to me", he said, and tossed a piece of fabric at her. "Here, put this on. Surely after what you have done, undressing in front of a man can't be that hard", he growled.

"No, I can't do it", she said to him, and tossed the dress back at him. He caught it and forced it into her hands. "You will do it. Now", he whispered in her ear threateningly. Something about his voice told Christine that she had to do it, and she closed her eyes in embarrassment and unhooked the deep burgundy colored corset and it dropped to the floor.

He watched her with forceful and threatening eyes as she continued to undress. She pulled the white blouse over her head, her eyes still closed. Slowly, she pulled her skirt off. Christine began to pull the dress Erik had given her over her head when his strong hand stopped her. "No. Take your corset off too-you'll need to be able to run easily". His words scared her, and made her worry where in the world they might be going.

Closing her eyes once more and pretending that he wasn't there watching her, Christine undid the ribbons that tied her corset and last piece of clothing. It dropped to the floor with a hollow clunk, and Erik took this short chance to examine his angel's body, the one he had been hungering for ever since he had first seen it and touched it. His eyes came to rest on her womanhood, which was pink and... glistening.

"It seems the student wants her teacher", Erik said. He knew he was making her horribly uncomfortable, but he didn't care. She deserved it.

"What...?" Christine said before she realized what he meant, and then she blushed. She tried to tug on her dress, but he stopped her once more and caught her in a kiss. She struggled to turn her face away from him, and hadn't noticed his wandering fingers.

They went in without any warning, and Christine screamed in pleasure. "You certainly do want me, don't you?" he sneered again.

Christine hated how her body was reacting. It certainly wasn't what she felt inside. Inside, she was screamed with horror. What was her Angel really going to do?

He pushed her onto the floor. "Has my Angel turned into a demon?" she asked him, gasping for air and he harshly squeezed her breasts and licked them.

He didn't reply, and instead thrust his fingers into her again. But this time, she somehow managed to control herself and pushed his fingers away.

"Christine Daae, I know you like it", he whispered to her. She ran away, as far as she could get away from him, which wasn't as far as she would've liked.

"Go away! Leave me alone! I thought you were my Angel. I was wrong. Have you been pretending this whole time? I never imagined that my Angel would... rape me", she cried.

Christine collapsed where she was standing. Erik rushed to her, but her eyes wouldn't open. Her nipples were swollen and a trickle of blood ran from her sex. Amazed that he hadn't noticed it before, her ribs, collarbone, and hipbone were even more prominent than ever. Christine had always been small and skinny, but this seemed unhealthily skinny. Was his Christine dying?