Chapter 2:

I stared at the door a little longer, but still no one entered or appeared in the doorway. I then got out of bed and went and looked in my mirror. All I saw was I…my tired self. I also saw him…but I knew I was only imaging that part. He couldn't be there…or could he? I next went to my chest and opened it. I after that pulled out a letter that I had received from Erik a few years ago. I opened and read:

My Dear Christine,
I have and will always love you in some way. But I will never forgive what you did and have done to me. You are now dead to me Christine. You where the moment you went in the boat with Raoul to the real world, and left me in my world of darkness underneath. Do not feel sorry for me anymore, just go on and forget me. I will always watch over you. I am in some way still you're angel.

The last bit of my love,

Erik

I knew he said to forget him, but I couldn't. A tear trickled from my check and sighed. I then wondered if Erik was still alive. Oh, how I missed him, but his loving memory couldn't match my love for Raoul. I then heard another creak from outside my door, and this time when I looked there was a shadow in the doorway. I gasped.
"Who's there?" I called. There was just silence, but no reply.
"Hello?" I asked again.
"Christine…it's nice to see you again," the voice said.
"Who's there? Erik? Is that you?" I called.
"Who do you think it is" The voice asked.
"Erik, I think you are Erik…my angel," I confessed.
"Then Christine de Viscount de Chaney…you are correct. It is I…your angel. I have come to summon you."
"What do you mean Erik?" I asked.
"Come with me through the mirror once more and I will show you," He said. So I put the letter away and followed him to the mirror. He gestured for me to go in first, and so he could follow. He opened it and I stepped in. It looked like it did the last time. I was surprised at how similar it was since…it had been so long since my last venture into it.

I grabbed his gloved hand and followed once more. The candelabras were still hanging on the wall, glittering and lighting our way like before, and I still felt the same way I did before, weary and excitedly seduced. I felt like I was going to heaven again, but there was also a strange vibe in the air that I did not like. Who was it coming from? Even though I was a little apprehensive, I still continued to follow him down the passageway to where his horse Cesar was tethered up and impatiently waiting for his master to return.

I kept my eyes on him the whole time, but got no return glance from his direction. His gaze kept straight forward, not looking back a single time. Suddenly, I heard a voice. It seemed to be familiar, it was calling my name.

"Christine? Christine?!" It called. All of a sudden I realized that it was Raoul. I wanted to reply, but knew I had to hold my tongue. I knew if I responded he would come looking for me and I didn't want that…or did I? Erik led me further into the depths of the Opera House, nearer and nearer to his lair and to his place of genius, to the place where it all began.

"Erik?" I asked, but he didn't answer.

"Erik?" He still didn't respond. The vibe I had felt earlier grew stronger and I sensed that he was not pleased with me. I sensed that my teacher was not speaking to me for a reason. Then the night of my departure fluttered into the front of my mind. The way he looked at me when I left in the boat with Raoul to be in the world above. Erik at that exact moment looked back at me like he knew what I was thinking and could read my thoughts.

"Why do you torture yourself with these thoughts? I am surprised you half expected me. Christine, I told you to forget me. Why have you not? Why have you tortured yourself all these years?"

"Erik, I…I…

I couldn't forget you. You took a piece of my heart with you. That piece still lies with you, so how can I forget it? And that piece I WILL NEVER get back."

"I? I have a piece?" Erik asked with a cold, harsh voice. We had stopped now, and he turned to face me head on.

"Mademoiselle Daae, I believe you are mistaken. YOU are the one that ripped took out MY heart! You ripped it and killed it the day you went above. I WILL NEVER get it back, but I am still alive. How? I do not know. Even though my heart beats, I know that IT and I are BOTH dead! YOU killed us." He almost shouted even more coldly. Erik didn't regret his words, nor did he care of what consequence they caused the women standing before him. He had no emotion for her anymore like he did before. She was dead to him and he could never and would never be able to have her, and she would and could never be his. She belonged to her precious, insolent little boy now! When he came back out of his thoughts, his gaze returned to rest upon her again.

"Erik…Erik, I…"

"Save it! Do not try to reconcile me. Save you're guilt trip Christine. Now, come follow me and do not try too save yourself now. It is too late. We are finished for good!" He told me with no emotion, no sadness, no remorse, and no sadness, just cold black emptiness. I timidly obeyed and continued to follow him, still clutching his black gloved hand as if nothing had happened. Erik led me a little ways more and down the stairs to where his stallion stood, nervously pawing the ground with his hooves.

He sat me up on the saddle, and the next got up himself, behind me, and grabbed the black, leather reins like they where one of his lassos. He whistled and nudged Cesar, who obediently went into a canter toward the black lake. I assumed where the boat lay once more. When we reached it, he scooped me up and gently placed me on the ground and then hopped off himself.