IMPORTANT To my readers : You might be confused as to why chapters 22, 23, and 24 are gone. I deleted them, not liking where my story was going and decided I needed a bigger plot to keep the story upbeat. Please forgive me, but trust me you will not regret it. I STRONGLY encourage you reread this chapter because it is a vital turning point of the story and I have made MAJOR changes at the end of the Chappy. Hope you guys enjoy, I won't let you down.

Happy Holidays

-Maddie

Devastated, Erik starred up at the name of the building for some time. Minutes? Hours maybe? Erik didn't know.

How could she possibly be working here? Didn't he tell her not to come near this place and stay clear of the dancers? Did he not tell her what they do?

But a horrible thought struck Erik.

Was she sleeping with other men?

Erik felt rage build within his body. Was he not good enough for her? Did she not love him? Was everything they had a joke? Just so she could learn how to sing for the Moulin Rouge?

Not knowing exactly what he was doing, Erik looked into the nearest window of the Moulin Rouge, hoping to see Eleana.

To his luck, he saw her. But the sight was not pleasant at all. She had what seemed like a thousand men dancing around her. One of which was touching her body. Erik turned around, trying to resist the temptation to go and kill each and every man in that very room.

Erik then slowly began to walk away from the window from which he saw Eleana through and found the nearest balcony and began to climb up to it. He broke into the adjoining window and entered the Moulin Rouge.

He kept his distance, secluding himself from all the other people in the building. But then his eyes found Eleana.

"Will drive you...mad

Roxanne!

You don't have to put on that red light

Walk the streets for money

You don't care if it's wrong or if it is right

Roxanne

You don't have to wear that dress tonight

Roxanne

You don't have to sell your body to the night"

"His eyes upon your face

His hand upon your hand

His lips caress your skin

It's more than I can stand

(Roxanne)

Why does my heart cry?

(Roxanne)

Feelings I can't fight

You're free to leave me, but just don't deceive me

And please believe me when I say I love you!"

Erik watched as the mans hands caressed Eleana's fragile body. He felt jealousy burn within his soul and rage go through him like never before. Was this whole thing a joke? Did she just use him to learn how to sing so she could work at the Moulin Rouge?

He began to walk, trying to make contact with Eleana, wanting her know how unbelievably mad he was.

Eleana's eyes then met Erik's. She looked terrified, she knew she was caught. She began to try and make her way out of the crowd, rushing towards the door. But Erik, with a swish of his cape, jumped down from the top level of the Moulin Rouge. He ignored the fearful screams of the women around him and the countless people trying to figure out what was happening. He ran past everyone in the room, he even punched a man who tried to stop him, in order to keep up with Eleana who was now out of the Moulin Rouge, running to the house by the lake.

"Why does my heart cry?

(Roxanne)

Feelings I can't fight

(Roxanne)

You don't have to put on that red light

Roxanne

You don't have to wear that dress tonight

Roxanne!

Roxanne!"

Eleana had beaten Erik to his lair, she slammed her door shut and locked it. But Erik had the key, he unlocked the door, slamming it behind him.

Eleana was on her bed, crying, more than he had seen someone cry before. But her tears would not soften Erik up, he was furious. She had used him. She used him to learn how to sing for the Moulin Rouge. So he thought. But it all seemed so clear. She made up everything. She never loved Erik. It was all joke to her. But now she must pay. Erik approached her, one loud footstep at a time.

"You did your job well. You made me believe you loved me! And what do you want? Money? Do you want me to pay you like everyone else does!"

"Erik...please don't-"

She had her hand out trying to stop him from talking, as she sobbed and shook her head, incapable of talking.

"If you don't love me and only pretended to so you could learn how to sing for the Moulin Rouge in their new theater, then why shouldn't I pay you? Why can't I pay you like everyone else!"

Erik was up close to Eleana now, now believing that love...was a stupid thing. All women were the same, only thinking of themselves and never the consequences. Everything they once had, was nothing to her, it was all just a terrible joke.

"Tell me! Tell me you don't love me!"

Erik's grasped Eleana's wrist tightly and forced her to face him, trying to figure out the answers. Eleana would not look into his eyes, she was scared. Scared to see the old Erik, the man Chirstine knew. The Phantom of the Opera.

"You don't understand! Please Erik you're hurting me-"

Erik produced a loud laugh that echoed throughout the room. "Hurting you? Oh this hurts?"

Erik grasped her wrist harder, to the point where it could be easily be broken without much effort.

"How about finding out everything you believe in was lies! Then you can tell me that hurts!"

Eleana screamed in pain as he nearly broke her wrist, but then threw it out of his grasp so hard that she fell onto the floor. She quickly hid her face with both of her hands, crying uncontrollably.

"Eleana why? Why did you do this to me?"

Erik walked away from Eleana, not wanting to look at her. He approached the door placing his hand on the doorknob saying, "You have an hour. Pack your things and leave. Never come back. I don't ever want to see you again."

Eleana began to cry harder. She was trying to say something, but Erik did not want to hear her out.

The Phantom slammed her door, and began to destroy everything in his path until he came to his pipe organ, where a new song he was working on a couple hours back for Eleana lay.

A song about their love.

He grabbed the sheet of paper and was just about to tear it apart when he heard Eleana's door open.

"Leave."

Erik's voice was barely above a whisper. He did not turn around; he didn't want to see her face.

"Please let me explain-"

"Go. Leave me. NOW!"

Erik heard her footsteps echo as she began to reach the exit to the lair.

Eleana tried to gather all the confidence she could muster to try and explain to the Opera Ghost the truth. "Erik...this is a complete misunderstanding. I went their to get money, not to hurt you. I still love you. I've meant it each and every time I told you. I always have and I always will. But if you ask me to leave, I'm never coming back."

Silence filled the Opera House. Eleana gave a nasty cough, Erik hesitated wanting to turn around to make sure she was okay, but knew if he saw her face he would change his mind.

"I love you." Eleana whispered.

With that being said her presence left his Opera House, leaving him alone once again.

"I loved you. . ." The Phantom whispered in the darkness of his lair.

Erik slid down from where he was sitting and placed his face in his hands. Rage went through his body like an electric current. His fists were shaking with anger, and wept tears of pain which his heart could not bare. This was not over. The old Opera Ghost was not through with her. He has been betrayed by a women one time too many.

"You will curse the day you did not do...all that the Phantom asked of you! HAHA! I'm not done with you yet Eleana Le Rochette, the Phantom of the Opera will not let you forget of him!"

The Opera Ghost, withering with rage, stood up with a loud swish of his cape and slammed his fingers onto his pipe organ making a boisterous note echo through out the Phantoms liar. He lusted for revenge; for the world to feel his pain.

In the depths of the Paris Opera Populaire, the Phantom of the Opera was reborn.