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How could she have been so naive? All this time her Angel, her protector, her guide was all a lie. Only hours ago she was being applauded by the highest of society yet now she resided in the pits of hell itself. Laying back on the beautiful bed which was now deemed hers, Christine closed her weary eyelids and watched the events from hours ago unfold like a story beneath her eyes.

5 hours previous...

"Oh Christine, you were marvellous!" Gushed Meg from beside her as she bounced up and down in awe for her friend. Christine had sang her heart out, her very soul had been lifted and became one with the music itself which pleased the crowd immensely and hopefully her Angel.

"Thank you Meg, I was worried my nerves would overcome me but thankfully they didn't" Christine smiled in response, whilst she carefully brushed her curly hair which cascaded down her back. Thankfully once she was in the dressing room, she had immediately removed the hair pins which kept her unruly hair at bay and finally felt relaxed for the first time that night. However, this feeling was not to last as she reminded herself that she had yet to hear from her Angel Of Music. She was about to ask Meg to allow her some time on her own, yet a knock was sounded at her door causing both girls to jump slightly.

Meg rushed forward and opened the door without even asking Christine if she wanted visitors. Christine sighed but couldn't bring herself to bring down Meg's jovial mood. As the door creaked open, a familiar voice floated into the room causing Christine's eyes to open wildly before jumping to her feet.

"Raul?, I thought it was you who had been watching" Christine smiled at her childhood friend and allowed him into the dressing room. A cold chill went unnoticed by the two yet Meg rubbed her arms and gave a sudden shudder. Sensing that the two needed a little privacy, the blond haired girl excused herself politely making sure to tell Christine that she would talk later.

Once Meg had left the room, the two stood in a comfortable silence before at the same time they attempted to speak. Laughing, Raul allowed her to talk first. "It's been such a long time since we last met, I never really believed we would meet again" Christine spoke softly as she gazed at how her friend had aged well. His golden hair was sleeked back and his clothes were of the wealthiest kind. Bowing her head to avoid him seeing her blush, Christine was truly happy to see him.

"I am glad that your outstanding talent has brought us together once more, Christine." Raul smiled and made his way closer to the beautiful women standing opposite him. "We have so much to catch up on. In fact why don't we catch up over supper tonight? Yes, I will get my driver to bring the carriage around the front of the opera house". His voice had rose excitedly and took no notice to Christine as she tried to tell him that she couldn't. Not with her Angel waiting.

"Raul, I'm...I'm sorry but I...I can't" she stuttered desperately as she suddenly realised how the temperature in the room had dropped dramatically. Yet Raul had brushed of her words as he started towards the door with determined strides. "I will be back soon, Christine" and with that he was gone leaving Christine standing there with an air of dread which filled the once warm room.

Suddenly the room was plummeted into darkness causing Christine's fragile form to shake slightly. A locking sound came from the door and she stumbled over towards the door and tried to pry the door open which turned out to be a waste of time and effort. A gentle hum sounded from somewhere in the darkness making her hold her breath for a second.

"Angel?" Christine asked quietly, too afraid to speak louder in case it was the Phantom instead. The thought of the Phantom made her shake harder as the stories which plagued the opera house entered her mind. Stories of the murders had once made her so scared that she couldn't sleep for nights in fear of being taken. Snapping out of her memories she remembered her current situation and tried to calm herself. With no response from her Angel, she tried to make her way towards her dresser to find something that she could defend herself with. This turned futile as she tripped over and was sent spiralling towards the floor. However, the floor never came as two long arms had circled around her waist and pulled her up against a lean, hard chest. Christine was shocked initially yet it developed into fear as she suddenly shrieked. Struggling against the strong body behind her, she couldn't even begin to fathom what was going on.

"Shhh Christine" the all too familiar voice whispered gently from behind her and she stopped her struggling almost immediately. "Angel? Is t-that r-really you" she stuttered. A warm breath hit her exposed neck causing her to inhale sharply. "It is I, your Angel" the voice replied softly. Then, in a few seconds his arms were gone from behind her waist and she felt a coldness envelope her. Knowing that Raul could not be far, she gently moved towards the door hoping that Raul would be able to reach her. Something felt wrong, her Angel usually had a protective presence which never caused her to fear yet in these few moments she was left with a cold ominous feeling.

Before she could move any closer to the door, her Angel's voice echoed in the room. "You will come with me Christine". The once gentle tone was cold and hard making her flinch physically. Shaking her head in despair she screamed for help. Her screaming was cut short when a gloved hand covered her mouth and another hand grabbed her wrist dragging her towards where her mirror resided. She watched with large eyes as the mirror moved casting a dim light into the room. As she followed the light she gave a muffled cry as she caught sight of her Angel. He was wearing a mask. As though logic had slapped her in the face, a horrible realisation drew upon her causing her to struggle more. A loud banging ceased their movement towards the mirror as Raul's shouts were muffled though the locked door.

This only seemed to make the masked man more determined as he pulled her forcefully into the mirror which gracefully slide shut behind them. Lamps littered there way through the tunnels and Christine thrashed to try and pry herself away from the man's steal like grip. He finally removed his gloved hand from her mouth only to grab her waist like she weighed nothing and then tossed her over his shoulder. After a good five minutes of kicking and screaming until she was exhausted, Christine closed her eyes and resigned herself to the fact that she was trapped. Hoping he would put her down soon as his quick pace cause her head to lull back and forth, Christine listened with interest as the man was muttering to himself. The last thing she thought before unconsciousness overtook her was that he was completely mad.