She felt her body being put down gently and suddenly she jerked awake from her dazed like state and gazed around at her surroundings. She was in a boat on a cold mist like water which swirled darkly as the faint light reflected nothing upon it's surface. Looking up, the man as she now referred to him in her head, was steering the small boat through the narrow tunnels. She realised how tall his body was as it loomed above her and with growing fear she realised that she was indeed trapped. Finally, when the boat scrapped against the surface of the waters edge, the masked man got out of the boat and extended a hand to her for assistance. Stubbornly Christine didn't move as she tried to process what was going on, but her thoughts were paused when a strong hand grabbed her arm harshly and dragged her onto the land.

With his hand still grasped around her arm, he moved swiftly through his lair until he reached a room which held residence to two large chairs and a couch. Pushing her towards one of the chairs, she landed unceremoniously and watched him with a weary gaze. He seemed to be thinking for a while as he paced up and down the room muttering to himself. Finally stopping, he looked sharply at her and she could make out his features. Half of his face was covered by a pale white mask which casted a shadow on the other side of his face making his features more striking. His eyes were almost golden and he had one visible cheekbone which was both high and sharp. His expression was hard but as his eyes lingered on her, his harsh gaze softened slowly. Standing in front of her he gave a sigh.

"Christine I...I" he seemed to stutter as though he was suddenly nervous. Before he could continue, Christine spoke up though it sounded timid.

"I hear the Angel when you speak yet when I look upon you I see the Phantom, so please tell me which one you are? Or do you go by a different name?" Though she shook, her voice had somehow managed not to crack and she waited for the response with her eyes on the floor.

Kneeling down, the masked man grasped her hands in his as an attempt to stop them shaking yet it made them worse as she jumped at the contact. She did not pull away though, as she waited for him to reply.

"I will always be your Angel, Christine, but yes I suppose I am both" he said almost sadly."yet if you wish to call me by anything then I would much prefer Erik".

It took a few minutes for her to process the information but when it had, Christine felt anger and betrayal serge up inside her, how dare he pretend to be the Angel Of Music which her father had promised to send! All the time she was being manipulated and now she found herself trapped with the Phantom himself or rather Erik as he called himself. Standing up and moving her hands from his own, she stood there fuming.

"You used me!" She accused. "All the time I...I really believed you to be an Angel..." She couldn't carry on as sobs wracked her body. Hesitantly, Erik walked towards her as to try and calm her down but was stopped when his face began to sting. Christine had slapped him with all her force. There was a deathly silence which followed but as Erik turned his face to look at her, she stepped back as his eyes were blazing with a rage so powerful. Grabbing her arms, he roughly pulled her into another room which was beautifully decorated. Had she been in any other situation, she would have admired the room more but as he shoved her towards the bed, she buried her face into the pillow hoping that she would wake-up from this horrid nightmare.

From where the door was located she heard his cold voice. "My patience is running thin Christine, but I will blame it on your exhaustion for now" at this he opened the door forcefully yet continued to speak "I will return later, when you have ceased acting like a child" he sneered before slamming the door forcibly. Hearing the door lock, she rolled onto her back and wiped away any stray tears hoping that he wouldn't return at all.

Present moment...

It had been at least a couple of hours since he had left and as the time dragged by, her annoyance grew. Not only did he have the gall to call her a child but he didn't even apologise for kidnapping her or pretending to be her Angel. She knew that she shouldn't expect this from the notorious Phantom but she couldn't help feeling hurt and confused. Only a couple of days ago had she spoken to her Angel and his soft words of reassurance had caressed her yet now his harsh words cut into her like shards of glass and she couldn't stand it.

She hadn't planned on slapping him but the betrayal stung and she only hope to cause him the same pain which in her opinion, she didn't as he didn't give a sign that it hurt. Rolling over again, she gave a sigh knowing that he would likely not return until perhaps the next day. However just as she thought about sleeping, the door opened up and Christine found herself closing her eyes in an attempt to fool him. She heard his shoes click as they hit the stone floor and then there was a ringing silence. "I know your awake Christine" spoke a soft voice. Snapping her eyes open, she was slightly surprised to see him looking crestfallen. He had seated himself at the end of the bed and he looked at her with desperate eyes, as though he was trying to find an answer to his unspoken questions.

"I would like to apologise for upsetting you" he said whilst looking away. "I did not intend to hurt you, but your voice is the most beautiful voice I have ever heard and...and if it was to be trained... It would be the greatest in the world...that is why I acted as an Angel for I knew my appearance would only scare you" he said bitterly as he reached the end.

Sitting up, Christine couldn't help but feel gratitude towards him since without him, her voice would be nothing to what it was now. "I'm sorry for hitting you" she said whilst gesturing to his cheek. "I was just...oh I don't know" she broke off as she buried her face into her hands. Cold fingers made sudden contact with her hands making her jump, yet he pulled her hands down gently. Taking a handkerchief from his pocket, he carefully handed it to her so she could dry away her tears. He would have liked to do it himself but was unsure of her reaction and as he wished to not scare her further, he decided it was best to let her do it.

Dabbing her eyes, Christine watched him carefully through her lashes just in case. She had learned already that he was temperamental and therefore wanted to try and stay at his good side. Passing his handkerchief back to him with a quiet thank you, she felt herself blush as his stare intensified. As though she had handed him glass, he handled the handkerchief with the upmost care and put it gently into his pocket. She didn't ... no couldn't understand how only hours ago he looked ready to kill yet now he looked harmless.

Her eyes grew heavy and the days events suddenly caught up to her all at once. Feeling extremely lightheaded, she laid back down and hope for the feeling to go away. Erik had stood and was carefully extinguishing the lights in her room. The last thing she heard before exhaustion consumed her was a gentle voice.

"Goodnight Christine"

A/n Thank you for reading! I will update hopefully soon! reviews would be much appreciated as well!

I have always loved the story and the film so this has been very fun to write, I would love feedback so if you have any questions please don't fail to send them me as I will be more than happy to answer them.

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