Heya. Sorry, I didn't realize that you couldn't add anything in when you uploaded a chapter… So for the last two chapters I want to thank you all for reading and reviewing!

Chapter 1: Jamy, EriksTrueAngel, My Final Death and Nicole Gruebel.

Chapter 2: Jamy, Countess Alana, EriksTrueAngel and Neo-Lover72.

Hope you all enjoy this chapter as much… This one is un-beta'd.

Chapter 3

Wrath of Raoul

His fist connected with the left side of her face, just below her hairline. Christine fell back with the force of his punch, but because of his hold on her wrist did not fall far. Instead she was pulled closer to him as Raoul helped her up.

"Raoul…" She begged desperately.

Her voice seemed to snap the Vicomte out of his rage. Releasing her wrist he jumped away from her, almost as if she had burnt him with the sound of his own name.

"Raoul…" She tried again, needing to know if this man was her childhood friend or the villain who just beat her.

"Christine, my dearest, forgive me?" Tears returning to his eyes once more as he looked on her with such hope. Nodding solemnly as she moved slowly closer to him, determined to put him to ease, never once considering he would say what he was about to. "I'm glad! It would only be right; for you did bring it upon yourself… if you were not such a deceitful, cheating whore I would have no need to punish you!"

Biting back the retort, concerning his jealousy, that sprung to the forefront of her mind. Warily she backed away from him.

"Raoul, maybe you should leave. Just until you calm yours-"

"But my dear, I am calm." Shaking her head in the negative, Christine opened her mouth to speak, but Raoul cut her off. "I AM CALM!"

"O-ok." Not knowing what else to say, Christine contented herself to sitting in the furthest corner away from her betroved and trying to think of a way to escape more 'punishment', if more was to follow.

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Mme Giry, passing by the dressing room, unintentionally, heard the Vicomte's shout of calmness. Fearing Christine may be in trouble for how she helped Erik she placed her hand on the doorknob.

When the room went completely silent she prayed to God and the angel's that she had not delayed to long.

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The door swung open, Raoul span round to face the intruder and upon seeing the ballet instructor replaced the sword that had been half removed from its holder.

"Mme Giry, to what do we owe this pleasure? We were just discussing tonight's performance, were we not, my love?"

Christine silently nodded. Mme Giry took notice of her quietness, which was rather strange and a new trait for Mlle Daae, and knew she was right in entering.

"I very much hate to put an end to your conversation but alas, Mlle Daae is needed urgently! Today's show was disastrous and more effort must be put in before the next!"

"When will that be?" Raoul asked suspiciously.

"Two days time." Mme Giry answered truthfully.

Reaching her hand out to Christine, she waited afraid the child would refuse. At length she felt Christine's small hand grip her own, and began to drag her from the room.

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"Mme Giry?" Christine asked hesitantly as her pseudo mother dragged her to the roof of the Opera house, the same space where she had been watched, unknowingly, as she confessed her love for Raoul.

"My child, what happened?" She asked referring to the slowly forming bluish purple bruise just below her hairline. Christine, not realizing there was a bruise at all, shrugged off the question.

"I must have gotten it when I fell."

"But the doctor said you were injured on the back?"

Christine becoming exasperated snapped at the woman who was only trying to help her. "Well if he was examining the back, how could he see the front? It may have only just begun to appear! And how would he know about it then?"

Mme Giry set her stony expression on Christine for a few seconds until she blushed in shame and guilt. "He has hit you, non!" She did not need an answer; therefore she did not ask a question.

"No! I told you I must have got it when I fell."

"You need not defend him to me, child, but if Erik finds out-- well, then you can defend the scoundrel till your heart's content."

Why am I defending him? She wondered briefly before the mention of a certain phantoms name threw all thought from her mind.

"He is waiting for me! Oh what must he think? He may think I will not come… what if he believes I left with Raoul after all? Oh woe!" Mumbling such words and phrases to herself, Christine flew back down the winding staircase she had taken to get to the roof, unaware of Mme Giry's amusement at her haste.

"My dear," she called after Christine. "What of your bruise?"

But Christine did not hear her, for she was already at her dressing room.

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Opening the door warily, she was relieved to find Raoul gone from her personal space and the mirror still securely closed.

Not for long though, as she reached and flicked the switch, sliding the door back she stepped trough it ever so carefully, waiting until her eyes adjusted to the darkness.

Walking slowly forward, careful not to trip on the hem of her dress, or slim on the wet, stone floor. Her hands trailing along the wall at shoulder height, until the lake cam into view. Stepping into the boat ruefully, not liking the idea of maneuvering the gondola herself, but knowing she had to if there was ever hope of her Angel forgiving her.

Please. Please don't let me overturn myself or get stuck. She thought, praying to her Angel to guide her over to the other side.

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Erik had sat in the same position on the end of the swan bed that Christine had laid in, waiting for her for over four hours. Finally giving up hope of her arrival, he stood and began to stalk angrily around the room. Throwing various candelabrums at walls or simply overturning them onto the floor.

He shouted that he wished know one to interrupt him and stalked into the music room, sitting at his organ he began to play some dark, haunting melody as he grieved for, what he was sure to be, the loss of Christine.

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As one should always follow the orders of ones master, the Siren swam off into the lake. Upon seeing the gondola push off from the shore, glided towards it and its occupants, having never been introduced to Christine or seen her had no idea this was her.

So as one should always follow the orders of ones master, he tipped the boat, wrapping his scaly fingers around her porcelain ankle and began to drag the screaming girl into the inky blackness of the water.

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Erik, still in his music room, had no idea Christine had come to see him, so continued playing. His melodies drowning out the screams of the woman he loved!

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