A/N: Hey All! I must say I am soooo flattered with all of your reviews. Yay! Gives all reviewers cookies and brownies. Hee hee.

As I said before I will try to update as soon as possible! Hope you like Chapter 3!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters so far. They all belong to Monsieur Gaston Leroux, Monsieur Andrew Lloyd Webber, and Madame Susan Kay.

Chapter 3

Erik froze.

Did she really say what I think she did?

Even if he wanted to, he couldn't think. The only thing running through his mind were the four words he just heard her speak.

"Erik, I love you."

He panicked. He couldn't get wound up again. He was too close to her, he had to get away. He gently leaned Christine against the mirror once again. He stepped through the mirror and closed it.

He ran down the corridors without a glance behind. He knew if looked back, he wouldn't be able to leave her.

The damp, cool darkness eased him slightly. His mind was racing, yet thinking nothing.

When he finally got his lair he sighed in relief and frustration. He began pacing up and down his lair. His footsteps were fast, clipped, in perfect synchronization, like a metronome.

"Surely she was just dreaming." However aren't dreams a manifestation of ones subconscious?

"No. NO! She must be married by now." Then why doesn't she have a ring?

He let himself slump down into a chair. He sighed, hanging his head. "What do I do now?"

He thought of Christine sleeping above. He slammed his fist down onto the arm of the chair. What does she think she's doing? What kind of sick game is she playing?

He got up and went to the organ, if he was going to straiten out everything that was going on in his head, it would be through music.

So he played.

Christine found herself lying in a black room. The only light was on her, she couldn't see where is was coming from. As she got up from the floor she saw she was in a simple white wedding dress.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" She yelled into the emptiness.

"Hush, mon ange, you wouldn't want wake up any demons." A rich tenor voice whispered from behind her. A small shiver went down her spine as she his strong arms wrapped around her waist and stomach. Erik. She smiled as she turned around in his arms. Blazing blue-green eyes met her from beneath the familiar white mask.

"Would that be so bad?" She asked mischievously.

"You don't know what your asking for."

"Don't I?" She smiled and pulled him down into a passionate kiss. The kiss started slow and sweet, each one taking their time. Then Christine felt his tongue trying to break through, she opened up more than willingly. His tongue brought her to a new height. A moan escaped from the back of her throat. Though they were close, she needed to be closer. She pressed her body flushed against his. She heard a low growl come from him.

Suddenly he broke the kiss. She looked at him confused, while she caught her breath.

"Erik? What's wrong?"

He staggered back a bit. "Christine, go."

"Erik? What are you saying?"

"Christine, Leave!" His tone fierce.

"Erik, no. I wont leave. Tell me what's wrong!"

"Go!" He barked at her, then disappeared into the darkness.

"Erik, no! Please! Don't go!" She began to crawl in the darkness when another light turned on. She saw Erik lying on the floor. She got up and ran to him, falling to her knees beside him.

"Erik?" He opened his eyes weakly.

"Mon ange." He answered with a weak smile.

"What's wrong?" Her eyes starting to fill with tears. She grasped his left hand.

"Go Christine. Go back to the Vitcome. He will keep you safe and happy." His eyes glazed with unshed tears.

A few feet away another light came on and there was Raoul. He reached out his arms toward her.

"Come Christine."

Christine turned back to Erik. "No, Erik! I don't want go with him! Don't push me away!"

The next thing she saw made her feel like someone had rammed an ice pick through her heart, and froze her down to her very soul.

Blood.

Coming from underneath Erik.

"No! Erik! Don't leave me! Not again!"

"Go Christine." He said quietly.

"Don't make me go! Please Erik!" She yelled at him through tears.

"Christine-" She placed a finger on his lips.

"No." She cupped the unmarred side of his face and then gently began to take off the mask.

"Christine..." A tear rolled down his cheek, but he didn't stop her.

She took off the mask. The face underneath was as perfect as the other side.

"You're beautiful." She gave him a sweet kiss on his lips.

"Christine, I love you."

She leaned down and rested her head on his chest. She began to sob. Somewhere far away she heard his voice.

"I'm here. I will never leave you." Then his hand went slack. She cried into his chest.

She felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at Raoul. Thenhis hand became tighter and he threw her off of Erik's body with force. When she looked back up at him, his face was no longer that which she was accustomed to. It was no longer that young handsome face of the vitcome. It was of a hideous deformed demon which was about to take claim over her.

Then she woke up. She felt those familiar strong arms around her and the voice which she had come to love and adore over the years. She kept her eyes closed listening to the purity of his voice as he sang to her the familiar song which he had sang the first night she saw him. She had never felt so safe and comfortable as she did now.

She felt sleep begin to claim her once again. She wanted this moment to last forever, but she knew that too soon she would be back asleep. Before that happened, she wanted to tell him something before it was too late.

"Erik, I love you."

Then the haze of sleep carried her off again.

Raoul woke up to a knock on his bedroom door. He got up grumbling from bed. He opened the door to see a young maid looking worried.

"Yes?"

"Monsieur, Mademoiselle Christine is nowhere to be found."

A/N: You thought I forgot of our favorite Vitcome? Muaha! Christine's not getting away that easy!

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