CHRISTINES P.O.V.

I began to tremble as the man began to walk over to my bed. Papa seemed to tense and when the man stood next him, he stood up abruptly, giving him an angry look, "stay away from her…" he murmured, before the man pushed my father lightly away. My breathing hitched as Papa was forced to leave the room to check on maman.

The bed sunk in as the man took a seat at the end of my bed, looking over at me. I couldn't make out his face, for his face was covered by the hood of his cape. "How do you feel, Christine?" He spoke coldly. That voice, his voice, I knew his voice…

"I-I am … fine…" I whispered, pushing my self against the frame of my bed. The man shifted before he stood up and walked over to me, placing his hand upon my forehead. Without thought, I yelped ad jerked back from him, his hand was freezing!

As I pulled away from him, he stepped back, possibly fearing that he had hurt me. He looked so … evil, that I began to breathe heavily. "I am sorry… for everything… and yet to come..." He said softly before fleeing to the door of my room, closing the door behind him.

"Yet to come?" I told myself, "What is yet to come?" I snuggled under my blankets, but I still had a chill crawling up my spine, keeping me from sleeping. What did he mean? What is to happen to me? I thought to myself.

I lay under my blankets for about an hour before I got restless and got out of my bed. My head was still stinging with pain, and my ankle hurt quite badly, but I managed to limp over to my bathroom.

I rested my palm on the counter, and stared weakly into the mirror. The sight of my face made me gasp. I had a bruise on my cheek and a couple of little scrapes all around, but what caught my attention was the blood covered bandaged that covered up the left of my forehead. I raised my hand up and ran my fingertips over the patch.

I sighed, and looked down at the rest of my body. I was in a simple, short nightdress, and a pair of laced socks. I don't recall getting changed or whom had changed me, which got me kind of nervous, no has ever seen my naked before, not even my own mother has. Just knowing someone changed me made me feel… awkward.

I brought my mind to think of other things, like that Man. Who was he? What did he want? Was he the man who had saved me from the carriage? My mind was turning with questions that I barely heard the knock o my bathroom door.

I turned around abruptly and found Maman standing there. I was so confused. She was deadly ill; she wasn't supposed to be out of bed! I rushed over to her side and hugged her tightly, "you should be resting, Maman..." I whispered, as she hugged me back.

"I needed to see you, my children, "I murmured into my hair, "how do you feel?" I trembled lightly.

"I feel fine... how do you feel?" I whispered, stepping away from her, leading her out of the bathroom. She shrugged, which I took as a bad sign. I walked her out of my room and down the hallway back to her room. I couldn't believe that she has had gotten out of bed, she was so weak. Did Lucy (the maid) help her from the room?

As we entered her room, I heard arguing downstairs which made me tense. I helped my mother back into the bed and pressed a kiss to her forehead. She shifted lazily and turned onto her stomach. I heard her murmured that she loved me into the pillow as I wandered out of her room and back down the hall.

I began to walk back to my room when I heard the arguing downs stairs get angrier. I was curious as to who was arguing, but I hadn't a doubt in my mind that it was Papa and that man.

I tip toed to the staircase, and sat on the first step. I could see the living room clearly. The man in the black cape with the hood was staring out the window as Papa stood behind him, his eyes burning with tears, "Please… I was a fool for making that deal, Erik!" Papa pleaded with the man, who now had a name. Erik?

"No, a deals a deal, old man…" Erik chuckled before turning around, "the girl is mine the day your wife dies…or heals. I have helped you in ever so way! I have paid for her medication, the doctors, everything!" he hissed harshly at my father. The girl? Did he mean me? I was his..? No! I couldn't bare to watch anymore, but I felt I had too... I had to know!

"Please, I beg of you! I will pay you back for everything! Please, my daughter is everything to me! Please!" Papa tried to plead with the man again. The man gave no sign of giving in.

"A deal is a deal…" Erik purred coldly, and I sensed that he was smirking. He gave a hallow gesture of his hand before turning to leave.

So, if you didn't understand it, I apologize, but basically, Erik had helped Christine's mother with her illness, but in exchange for Christine. Erik gets Christine if her mother dies, or gets better. Sorry if you guys are getting confused! Oh, and Raoul will be coming into the story soon enough! Just you wait! :3

R/R