Author's Note: Don't worry! I'm still working on my other story about my crazy POTO life! :P I'm not going to quit working on it but I had an idea! Another one of those ErikxChristine stories only…With a twist! I decided to do point of views so get ready and…..Raoul fans might not be happy…..Too bad!

NOTE: I own nothing! Not even the plot twist! Heheheh!

(POV Christine.)

I tripped again, this dress getting in the way of my feet and, not to mention, we were running faster than I was able to keep up in such an article of clothing. I breathed hard and rapid, trying to keep up with my captor's urgent pace that would not desist. I picked up the floor length skirt so that I wouldn't trip again but, it only helped a little. He had only grabbed an almost shattered candelabrum, so it didn't shed very much light, which made everything look terrorizing in this dark, damp, hellish place. How could he stand to live here? I just couldn't understand. Why did he want to keep living down here….Seeing that this is the only place that feels like home to him in his twisted views… At least, that's what I imagined.

How could he put up such a facade as my, "Angel of Music," and even try to pretend to be my father? It sickened me. Any pity that I had for him before was vanishing. I felt angered at the thought of someone trying to act like the angel my father had promised me. To me it feels like, if someone were to try that, it would be like snatching away my only source of hope. A false hope that, in a sense, was true so maybe, the mysterious Don Juan really is my Angel of Music sent down to watch over me. I felt too confused to ask myself anymore about it. I just kept running, trying to keep up with his quickening pace.

I hope Raoul comes quickly…

(POV Raoul)

I couldn't believe it. I knew the monster would take it far but, to burn in his eyes, his "Domain?" It was almost suicidal, and all this just for Christine. As soon as he had cut the rope I had tried to get down using a convenient tassel that had hung down low enough for me to fall to the ground without injury. That's when the once radiant, chandelier that looked like that of a small sun, had crashed into the crowed of horrified audience members, and taken the lives of the ones who weren't quick enough. I felt numb, like I couldn't move or I would end up sprawled weakly on the floor, but I knew I had to keep going. Christine was in danger, and if the monster hurt her, I would make sure that he'd end up with more than just a scar, even if Christine wouldn't want me to do that. I knew that the only way I would be able to find this, this Erik, as Madam Giry had told me, was if I found the woman.

I covered my nose and mouth with my sleeve and continued on through the fiery inferno looking for her or any signs of any others. I decided to make my way towards back stage where I guessed others might be, when I saw some stage hands running towards me.

"Viscount!" One exclaimed, "What do you think you-"

I had no times for wasteful conversations. All I cared about was finding Christine quickly before Erik could do, well….Things that I did not want to necessarily want to think about. I interrupted him.

"Where is Madam Giry?"

I saw her run towards me. She looked visibly shaken. Young Meg was following her.

"Come!" Madam Giry commanded urgently, "We do not have much time!" I understood. Felt confident that she could lead me to the catacombs of the Opera Populaire, but that did not tame the pressing worry that something would go wrong…..Very wrong…..

Author's Note: I hope you like the first chapter and believe me, there's going to be more coming so, watch out. I know it wasn't the most exciting first chapter but, I want it to lead up to something so, I can't spill the beans and ruin some twist stuff yet! So just wait! I'll try to have chapter 2 up tonight! So just wait! : P