A/N: My story starts off right after Bouquet has been murdered and Christine and Raoul run off to the roof. This phic is my spin on the roof scene. It's is how I think it should have gone. There are many different ways it could have gone that would have been better than the way it did, but you all know that. You are smart people. On with the show!

Christine POV

No.

My heart was pounding in my ears. It sounded like someone beating a drum inside my head.

He couldn't have done it, that's what my heart said. But my mind knew the truth, try as I might to ignore it. I had to talk to him. I wasn't even aware of where I was going. Primal fear told me to flee, but above that was my heart anxiously fluttering with worry. Where was he?

Panic rose inside me as I raced around with the others looking for an escape route. Except, I wasn't trying to leave, I was merely trying to separate myself from the crowd and figure out what was happening. The crowd pushed against each other and plowed others over like a herd of startled cattle.

"Christine!"

The sound of my name caught my attention more than it should have, but it was instantly followed by disappointment. The male voice was not the one I was searching for.

"Christine! Are you alright?" Raoul shouted at me over the frenzied thespians, his eyes wide with the same fear as theirs.

"I'm fine Raoul. Please…" I went to step around him but he grabbed my arm firmly.

"Christine, it's not safe! Quickly, we must go! " We were being ran into by many people and I wished he would just leave. It would be much easier to navigate this crowd without him latched to me! And if he was so worried about it he could leave with the rest of them. But like the gentleman he was, he would not leave a lady by herself when a murderer was on the loose.

Fantastic….

He turned to lead me down the hall with the others.

"Raoul…really, that was…very traumatizing…I just need to be alone" I tried to give him a damsel-in-distress look and apparently it worked too well.

"I'm not going to leave you!" he said vehemently.

I growled and spun away not really caring if he followed or not. I half-wished he would be swept away in the current of people, but I heard him behind me calling my name. My feet met the spiral stairs and I bolted up not waiting for him. I didn't know where I was going, but away was always a good start.

His voice told me that he had caught up and was pursuing me to wherever I was going. I wish I knew where that was.

Why have you brought me here?

Brought him here? That's a good one. He was the one following me like a puppy! But my thoughts were hardly on him at the moment.

I can't go back there!

We must return!

If I went back my resolve would waver. I knew at this moment that I didn't care about anything else but being with him, but if I went back I may realize what a fool I was being.

He'll kill you! His eyes will find us there…

Christine, don't say that.

He would do whatever it took to have me, and if that meant killing Raoul then it would be done. Even though Raoul was certainly no threat in this case. I had had many suitors but I had turned most of them down. They had all been the same stuck up, money laden aristocrats that was right behind me. That, and my angel had gotten very jealous. It sounded very snobbish to say that he would do anything to have me but I believed it to be true.

Those eyes that burn.

Don't even think it.

Those green eyes were incredible. They could make me feel so many things. They would forever haunt me. The passion, hatred, fear, and kindness…it was amazing how well those all fit into one man. Those eyes could practically melt me with one glance.

Was it possible to long for and fear a person's eyes? They knew things about me that no one knew. No one...including myself.

Been hunted by a thousand men!

Forget this waking nightmare!

The Phantom of the Opera will kill and kill again!

This phantom is a fable! Believe me! There is no Phantom of the Opera!

Clearly he hadn't been there when Bouquet fell from the ceiling with a noose around his neck! And no matter what I said Raoul didn't seem to want to believe me. Not that I really needed to prove anything to him but it hurt all the same.

I did not believe Erik to be a murderer.

Well...besides Boquet.

I only mean that I did not believe him to be the horrible killer that was on a rampage, as everyone believed. He was different. As cheesy as that sounds. I didn't see the same side of him that they did.

My God, who is this man?

My God, who is this man?

Who owns my will?

I shivered a little at the thought of that. I realized just how much that man owned me. Even though I now no longer saw him as a deity, it changed nothing. He was still the same to me. I would do anything for him and he very well knew it.

I belonged to him.

This mask of death?

I can't escape from him. I never will.

Whose is this voice you hear? With every breath?

I wish I knew the answer to that question. Erik was no angel, not physically. But, he had in fact been my angel. Why did that have to change? He didn't seem to know what he wanted from me anymore than I from him. It seemed he was just as confused as I was.

No matter what I did there would always be that bond in us. I would never be without him.

No matter how hard I tried.

And in this labyrinth where night is blind!

And in this labyrinth where night is blind!

The Phantom of the Opera is here inside my mind.

The Phantom of the Opera is there inside your mind.

And with that last frightening revelation, I felt the cool winter air hit my face as I flung open the door to the roof.

What was I getting myself into?

A/N: Did you enjoy? Good! Yes I am aware I rhymed 'will' with 'will'. Hey, country singers do it all the time. Why can't I? REVIEW!