Christine sang softly as she gently set Emmy into her cradle. The baby sleepily closed her large baby blue eyes. Christine continued to sing until the baby's soft and rhythmic breathing assured Christine she was truly asleep.

As Christine sat on her rickety old creaky twin bed, she brushed her thick wavy hair with long firm strokes, her hair glinting in the soft light of her lamp. She mechanically French braided her hair and then turned off the light. She tossed and turned – as well as she could without falling off the bed – trying to fall asleep. Whenever she would start drifting off, nightmares flickered at the edge of her consciousness and she forced her eyes back open in attempt to get rid of them.

She sat up, shaking slightly from the nightmare from her past that she would have rather forgotten. Sleep was useless. She grabbed her thin robe and slippers and quietly treaded to the kitchen, wincing every time the floor squeaked, not wishing to wake Emmy up from her peaceful slumber. She wearily filled her teakettle and set it on the stove. She sank into a chair, waiting for the water to boil.

Her mind wandered and her eyes began to glaze over when she realized that the stove had been turned off. Her exhaustion temporarily forgotten, she cautiously walked to Emmy's room and picked her up. She grabbed a knife from the kitchen and began searching her apartment. Her search ended quickly enough, it was a tiny apartment.

She set the knife down feeling rather foolish. She turned to put Emmy back to bed when she collided into a body. She did not have time to scream in fear and surprise because her mouth was covered with a cloth.

As she took in the sickly sweet smell, her mind gave way to darkness.

Tonight was the night. Erik's mission was finally beginning. His mission was to kidnap Christine Daae. He had observed her secretly for many months and decided that it was the right time. She intrigued him; a beautiful young talented woman who was content to live life in her state of poverty. He shook his head. He checked his black bag to make sure that he had all the tools he would need to break in and leave without anyone suspecting a kidnapping. He reached up to the right side of his face to make sure his mask was firmly in place and opened the door of his back Mercedes. He looked for any type of security outside like security cameras, but there were none. He pulled at the door with his black clad hand and it opened. What kind of place is she living in? He thought incredulously. He climbed silently up the stairs. When he reached her room he took a long thin metal wire from his bag and slipped it into the lock and turned it. When he heard a click he pushed the door open.

When Erik put the cloth over Christine's mouth he was prepared to catch her and the baby. With effort, he locked the door behind him and walked down the steps.

He gently place Christine in the passenger seat and buckled her. Her hair smelled fresh, like cucumber melon. He shook that thought from his mind. He latched the baby in the baby car seat. He was glad he always came prepared. The baby (really a toddler) started to cry as soon as Erik put her down and reached her tiny little arms out to him. Well, that's unusual. Erik thought ruefully. He saw the lights go on in the apartment building. He cursed under his breath, popped into the driver's seat a stepped on the gas. It was time to take Christine to her new home and life.

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Btw, Erik looks like Gerry in the movie all the readers drool