Hi everyone! It's chapter three, hope you like it! Thank you to the people who have left reviews. It really keeps this story going so bravo! P.S. my cat's been walking around on the keyboard so this chapter was a bit difficult to write :D

I breathed deeply, the pain of inhaling was sharp, and I started to sputter. My angel stroked my back, and whispered calming words into my ear.I looked up into his emerald eyes, and felt myself be entranced in his wonderful, loving gaze. I reached up and stroked his cheek, and the action caused him to close his eyes, an expression of relaxation and contentment crossing his features. Our moment was short lived; however, when Madame Giry burst into the lair, panting.

"Christine!" she cried, running towards me. Erik carefully removed himself from my side to give her time with me. She touched my hair in a motherly gesture, then grabbed hold of my hand. "How are you feeling my dear?" I nodded my head shakily, I didn't want to complain of my agony to her. She seemed to sense it anyway though and gently touched my abdomen. I flinched slightly, but allowed her to do so.

"Erik," she began desperately. "It's not safe for the two of you down here. They started a riot, and are coming to get you. Meg and I have held them off for as long as we could, but now you must go! I have sent for a carriage to come and get you, make sure to cover up both of your faces. Here, I brought some of Christine's clothes and her cloak."

I watched my Angel as he furrowed his brow and wrinkled his forehead in great concentration and indecision. "I had hoped to have more time though…for Christine's recovery. I don't think I can move her yet, she's too fragile."

"Erik, darling," I chimed in. "Please, I'll be find but we have to go now. I promise that everything will be fine, but we must leave. Please Angel? The pain isn't too horrible." I lied about the last part, and I knew he could tell because his expression was still pained with indecision.

He nodded his head reluctantly, and with his assertive, Phantom tone he spoke. "Alright, we shall leave as soon as possible. Madame Giry, please assist Christine with getting dressed. Something that won't strain her please, I need to get some things together, and then we shall leave…the music of the night." He said this last part with what seemed almost like regret. With a quick, reassuring nod in my direction, he stalked off to pack.

Madame Giry helped me into my nightdress, try as she may to be gentle, and as hard as I tried to not make a sound of protest, a small whimper escaped my lips. She gave me a look of pity and apology, and we finally managed to slip the dress over my quaking body. Then, she took a hairbrush out of my belongings, and began to brush through my curls with care. Suddenly, I burst into tears at the possibility of never seeing her again, and Meg? What of my only best friend? "Shhh, my dear Christine," she soothed, dabbing my cheeks with a handkerchief. As if sensing my thoughts she said, "Meg and I will visit, once everything is settled here, alright? And you have nothing to fear, Erik is a gentlemen and he will never hurt you." I nodded my head because of course I knew my angel would not harm a hair on my head, though I could never blame him for wanting to.

She embraced me lightly, careful of my stomach. She then retrieved my cloak and draped it around my shoulders, pulling the hood over my face. Bending down low she whispered in my ear, "Take care of him, my dear. He is more fragile then he lets on. I know you can save him from his solitude." With a watery smile I nodded my head once again and let out a "thank you." She rested her hands on my shoulders and gave me a quick squeeze as Erik walked over to us. He strode over to me and stooped over, asking how I was feeling. I just took his hand in mine and kissed his knuckles. I was ready to leave with my angel of music.

Giry grabbed both our bags, not containing much so she had no trouble lifting them. Erik yanked a torch off of the wall and swung it repeatedly into a large mirror. The glass broke, revealing a hidden passageway. He set down the object and came back for me. He lifted me cautiously, trying not to cause any further pain to my already wounded and throbbing stomach. The three of us together went through the threshold. Erik and I were about to start our new life together.

We finally reached the outside world after thirty minutes of traveling through the dark tunnel. My angel carried me swiftly, as if I weighed nothing. The carriage was there waiting, and as Giry instructed us, both our hoods were over our faces. The driver took our luggage, and Erik set me down inside the carriage first, then climbed in beside me. The door shut and I heard Madame give the driver instructions, though I found them difficult to decipher. With a jolt the vehicle began to move and I rested my head on my Fiancés lap. He drew a blanket over my figure and bid me to sleep. The rumbling caused me to nod off and in the distance Madame Giry called out to us.

"Adieu, my dears, Adieu."