"Philippe," Gabrielle said weakly.

"I'm hear darling," The Comte said, kneeling by his wife's bedside.

"How's the baby?" She asked.

"The baby's just fine."

"Good." Gabrielle smiled and closed her eyes. "Can I sleep now?"

Philippe chuckled. "Yes you may." He kissed her forehead then exited the room.

"Is she alright?" Raoul asked.

"Yes. She's sleeping."

"Excellent. I'm going back to the Opera House to make sure Christine's all right. She left in a bit of a hurry."

Philippe almost told his brother not to go, but decided against it. Why not? The girl's going to break his heart soon enough any way.

"Erik, I know you're there." Madam Giry said.

The Phantom smirked and stepped into the light. "Madam,"

"I hate to bring you above surface for something that is probably nothing, but I promised Meg. Have you seen Christine recently."

"No, I'm afraid I haven't."

"That's what I thought. Thank you for accommodating me."

"My pleasure, Madam." Erik nodded his head then slipped out.

"Well Mama?" Meg asked, entering a few moments later.

"I'm afraid you were right, Meg. Not only does he know where she is. He kidnapped her."

Christine stared at the ceiling. She didn't know what drug Erik had given .her, but she it made moving very difficult. The thing was, she couldn't be mad at him. Yes he'd drugged her and taken her down to his lair against her will, but she'd driven him to it. She had never really believed Erik killed that man, but the evidence pointed to him and it had shaken her. And now this thing with Raoul... God she was such a fool. She should've told Erik straight away that it was all a ruse. And now he thought she hated him.

"I don't hate you Erik, I love you." She whispered.

Fool! Erik cursed himself as he stepped out of gondola. Madam Giry surely suspected him now. She could always tell when he was lying. He didn't want to be reunited with Christine this way, but his temper always got the better of him. And he couldn't be without her. Not after all these years. Surely she still cared for him a little, or she could learn to. He was never letting her go. Never.

He was about to enter the bedroom when he heard:

"I don't hate you Erik, I love you.

Heyyyyy guyyyyssss so I'm not dead...please don't kill me for taking this long to update.

~Kate