Hey guys! Thanks for the great reviews! I am really liking this story. This chapter isn't the best I'll be perfectly honest because I was writing it in class, but that's the only time I have lol. So Tanks for bearing with me, I hope you enjoy it! Once again, I am using similar dialogue in this scene to the musical so I do not own Phantom nor the wonderful characters. So enjoy and R&R so I will keep updating!

Christine woke with a start. She looked around the room, disoriented. Where was she? She finally settled when she realized she was in her room at the ballet dormitories. The events of the day before flooded her memory. At first she wanted to be angry with her Angel for kidnapping and deceiving her, But the way he had looked at her when he had told her of his past, eyes so utterly lost and alone, filled with more sadness than she had ever seen, that she just couldn't. She suddenly remembered the note and Opera. It was probably time to face everyone again, although she dreaded all of the horrid questions which she had no answer to.

She quickly changed into her blue day-gown and donned a plain white shawl. Grabbing the precious items Erik had entrusted her with, she headed to her managers office. Thankfully she had no awkward confrontations regarding her whereabouts at practice the night before. When she had finally reached the manager's office, she heard raised voices so she hesitated. She didn't want to be rude and intrude on the conversation, so she stood awkwardly shifting from foot to foot trying to hear a piece of conversation.

"… I'm sorry, Monsieur, but there is nothing I can possibly do! What would you have me do, march to his door-step and say to him, ' Bonjour, Sir. Uh, You see, Monsieur Le Phantom, I'm sorry to intrude, but you see your kidnapping of Mademoiselle Daae has put us in a tough position. You see, she has a duty here to sing. So if you would be so kind as to give her back, it would be greatly appreciated.' I'd be killed before I could get the first words out! Please, Vicomte, it is madness!" Monsieur Andre, she realized.

And it's not madness to leave her with that… that… Monster? Heaven only knows what he will do with her! Oh God, help her!" Raoul. Her heart melted at the sound of his voice. She wouldn't make him wait any longer in his obvious agony. She quietly opened the door.

" Bonjour Monsieurs." They both looked at her like she was a ghost. Raoul was the first to come-to.

" Christine! Thank God you're alright!" He strode to her and buried her in his warm embrace. " What did he do? I swear it, I'll kill him, Phantom or not!" He started pushing past her but she held a firm grip on his arm.

" Raoul! I'm fine! He didn't hurt me, in fact he let me go on his own."

" You say this like you are protecting him, Christine. Since when did this demon have a hold on your heart?"

Since I first heard his voice in my sleep. " Ral please, I'm protecting you! You don't want to toy with him." She avoided his question. " Oh, that reminds me. He told me to give you these." She handed Monsieur Andre the note and Raoul snatched the Opera.

" 'Monsieurs,' " Andre started. " 'I have sent Christine Daae back to you. But don't get too excited, for it is under one condition. As you can see, I have finished my life's work, my Don Juan. I have given you Ms. Daae, But you in return must perform my Opera as I have written and cast it. If you choose not to perform it or replace any casting, especially Christine with that horrid toad of a woman La Carlotta, a disaster you can not fathom will occur. So please Monsiuers, don't skip out, for all our sakes. I remain, sirs, your kindest friend,

O.G.

Roaul snorted. "Kindest Friend. Psh! We can't perform this piece."

Andre didn't seem so sure. " Why Monsieur? I mean, what would it hurt?"

" What would it hurt? Andre! Have you gone mad? It would hurt everything! Our business, our standing, Our reputation, our-

" Your Pride, Monsieur?" The loud voice boomed in the office, making the three of them jump and look around. "Don't deny it. Would it really hurt your pride so much if your actors performed my masterpiece?" Raoul pulled Christine close.

" Pride? The one who has pride, I would think, is you."

" Ah," The voice chuckled. " and I see you have an ego to match. Just remember, if these demands are not met, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur!" The voice now seemed to fill the room, echoing off the walls. A hysterical laughter now followed, sounding horribly deranged. Christine cowered against Raoul and hid her face in his cravat, pretending to cry and be afraid only so he wouldn't suspect anything.

" You just wait, Monsieur Opera-Ghost! You bested me once, my clever friend, but it won't happen again!" Raoul tried to yell over the laughing which became louder and louder. But then, just as fast as it had come, it disappeared, leaving the room deathly quiet. Christine stayed where she was, pretending to be hopelessly upset. Andre looked dangerously pale and stood clutching his heart. Raoul's expression slowly took on a look of grim determination. A plan had begun forming in his mind, and he intended to make it work, no matter what the cost. He would be sure to make Christine his forever, even if it meant putting her in some danger. Besides, what all could this so called "Phantom" do? Play a few magic tricks? Well, Raoul thought, I have some tricks up my sleeve also. You know what they say, Two can play that game.

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So there you go. Sorry for the shortness of the chapter, I'm really tired. I'll try and get some more up tomorrow. Please R&R, But no flames please. Hope you guys liked!