A/N: I know the deadly sin of having a Mary Sue as your main character, but work with me here. She is NOT a Mary Sue. Right I know she seems one, that will change once she gets her ass together. I mean, you try banging your head against a stonewall and let's see how aware and normal you are.

Chapter 2

12:30 a.m.

Krystyn moaned and opened her eyes but closed them fast. The dim light was too bright. The pain sliced through her head. As she came out of her haze, she became aware of something soft and wet running tenderly across her face. Again, she opened her eyes and found herself staring up not into the kind face of a doctor but the face a masked man. Behind the white mask, yellow eyes flashed several different emotions, relief, concern, anger and… love?

"Well, you are very incapable at killing yourself, aren't you? All you have done was ruin your dress and give yourself headache." A smooth voice mocked her.

"Ki-kill myself? Dress? No. A truck… hit me…"

Krystyn tried to get out. She felt ill and it was hard to talk and concentrate.

"You stupid child. You have clubbed yourself senseless….but then you didn't have much sense… did you?" The man said rather cruelly.

Krystyn felt rather insulted and was really to lay in to him, but as she sat up dizziness overtook her. She felt herself turn green and as she felt bile rise, she noticed that the man had shoved a bowl under her face. She swallowed hard and shoved the bowl back at him. She would have been amused that his eyes flashed surprise, but she was still blurry eyed. She pushed him away and stood. She tried to walk but something tripped her up. She fell rather ungracefully and that was when she realized that she was indeed wearing a dress. A wedding dress. Krystyn sat up and blinked her eyes a few times. She then looked up at the man. Her vision was still blurry so all she saw was a tall black figure. She wrinkled her brow and shook her head. "What happened? Why am I wearing this?"

The man strode over to her and picked her up with ease. Krystyn let out a gasp. She knew she wasn't the lightest thing, being slightly overweight. But he picked her up as if she weighted only ninety pounds. He placed her back on the couch. He just barely brushed her forehead with his cold thumb. "You don't remember?"

Krystyn shook her head. "All I remember is that…" she took one look at him and flashed back. The Phantom of the Opera. She smiled a little. She remembered. A truck had hit her pathetic excuse of a car; she was now in a hospital and asleep. This was her dream world, her fantasy. She could 'fix' everything "Only a little."

She knew he was fighting an internal battle. Hope and dismay passed over his eyes. "Chris-" he was interrupted by a bell. Krystyn jumped then slightly cursed. She remembered now what would happen. The pretty-boy Raoul, and if this was the book version, Nadir would show up.

She sure didn't want Raoul, but didn't want … Krystyn tried to think of his name. Her head was hurting bad, but the name came through.

Erik.

She didn't want him to kill the boy. Yes, she enjoyed those late night gore movies, but really didn't want to have a blood-spatter dream.

A change came over Erik. He stood up straighter and his persona became n menacing. "Well, now. It seems we have visitors. Wait here and we'll greet them shortly." He walked to a wall that had a black curtain on it and drew it aside. Krystyn gasped at the sight. Her vision was clearing up which was odd because her sight was always blurry. Her hands went up to her face but felt no glasses, she then past it off as having no need of them in her dream, though a small thought irked her.

She focused on the two people behind the glass. One was taller then the other and had shoulder length blonde hair that was partially in a ponytail. His blue eyes darted back and forth. Right away Krystyn knew that this was the Vicomte de Changy. He was indeed handsome, but so much it made him look unreal, though he was sweaty and his loose shirt was torn. He stood in the middle of the room and seemed to be studying the room he was in. The other man was older and darker. Nadir.

She didn't want any harm to them, but she had no idea how to let Erik to let them go. "Erik?" she whispered quietly.

Erik turned his gold eyes toward her. His stature and eye were hard. "Yes?"

Krystyn swallowed hard. "Let them go."

Erik stared down at her in silence.

Krystyn knew this would be the hardest part. But she was feeling better and this was her dream and she'll show the backbone that the little girl hadn't. She walked up closer and without hesitation she placed a hand on his overlarge hand. "Let them go and I'll stay. No regrets, no childish sacrifices. I'll stay they go."

Erik took a deep breath and stared down in her childish face. It was the same but her eyes seemed older, darker. Was it possible that she had grown up in the space of an hour? He let out a soft sigh. He pressed a panel and the glass wall slid open.

Raoul rushed out and swept Krystyn up in his arms. She stiffened. She didn't know this man and him hugging her tightly had her almost panic.

"Oh Christine! Are you all right? Did that monster hurt you?" he turned to glare at Erik.

It took all of the restraint for Krystyn not to slug him. "I'm fine."

"Vicomte. Take the boat and take her. She knows the way to the shore." Erik said shaky then turned away.

Raoul took Krystyn by the arm and began to pull her to the door. Krystyn allowed him to then stopped with his already half out the door. "Raoul, this is were I say hello and good-bye. Trust me when is say I'll be alright. Don't come back. Forget me. You did win, but me going back with you is not an option. I'm staying. Get that look out of your face. I'm just a nobody. Marry a lady 'cause I'm not one. Forget me, forget everything that happened here." She then pushed him the rest of the way out of the door and closed it.

Krystyn leaded against the door trying to breath. She felt hot and uncomfortable. She knew that it was the dress. The tight corset was slowly crushing her ribs. She watched as Erik turned and stagger a little as he saw her leaning against the door. "Christine? What are you doing here? You are supposed to leave with him. Why are you still here-" he was cut off when Krystyn took a deep breath and fell to her knees.

She took another deep breath and stood slowly back up. She was aware that Erik was in front of her and hand his hand out. She took it and looked up into his gold eyes. "I do not want to go with him. I told you… I'm staying with you. But now I'm very tired." And she was. She knew she looked as tired as she felt.

He nodded "Of course. You have had a long day." He led her to a room.

She walked in and turned to face him. "Erik… promise me that I won't wake up and find that you have taken me upstairs and dumped me off and Raoul's"

Erik blinked at her word usage but nodded. "I promise."

Krystyn smiled then leaned up and kissed his masked cheek. "Good night Erik."

"Good night Christine." he then closed the door.

Krystyn looked around the room. It had smooth stonewalls and was very cozy. There was a vanity table without a mirror against the wall with bushes and combs and perfumes. On the wall across from it was a wardrobe. She opened it and looked thought the beautiful dresses and after and hour of struggling out of the dress she was able to pull the silk gown on.

Krystyn stretched out on the bed and sighed. Before she fell asleep she looked over at the far all and noticed some blood on the lower part. She shook her head and pasted it off as part of her strange dream. She wished that there was to be more time to be spent with Erik, but most likely she'll wake up in her old life. Closing her heavy eyes she fell into a deep slumber.