Nightmares

Disclaimer: Breaking Erik is taking longer than I realised, but everyone breaks eventually…MWHAHAAHAHAH no one bid for Raoul so I fed him to sharks with lasers attached to their heads.

Authors note: I GOT MY GCSE RESULTS TODAY! I AM SO HAPPY! I DID REALLY WELL! Calm down now. I know you've been waiting for this chapter so here it is and I hope that you enjoy it.

Chapter 7

Raoul was worried. Christine had been missing for two days, after the first 11 hours Mrs Williams had called the police. They had found no signs of a struggle of false entry, all of Christine's clothes missing and a note had been left saying she couldn't take it anymore and was leaving. They found a collection of notes in Christine's draw and several wilting roses in a vase. The strangest thing they found was a was a long black feather on her bed. They had interviewed the children and staff who had told the police that Christine's behaviour had been off lately. They said that she had constant headaches and was always tired but they had put that off as the after effects of the car accident.

All the children's stories were the same they hadn't seen or heard anything. Raoul was getting worried sick about her. The police said that she had run away from home and that the best they could do was put her on the missing persons register. Raoul was furious he knew that Christine wouldn't just run away he knew! Christine wasn't the sort of person to run away from her problems. He knew she must have been taken against her will or drugged or something! The police however had ruled out the possibility of kidnap and the notes that Christine had were probably from a secret boyfriend who she had gone off with. For now there was nothing Raoul could do but wait and hope that they would hear from her. Only God knows what has happened to her.

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Christine's first thoughts were fuzzy. She could hear a music box playing a familiar tune she realised it was from the first dream. Christine ran through the memories from before she had fainted. She remembered Erik comforting her and singing to her, then she wasn't in her room anymore she was somewhere else a church….it had looked old and the light that had come from the candles had almost been ethereal. Her angel had shown her his kingdom, his home and then he had kissed her…then her world went dark. Had it been an elaborate dream? There was only one way to find out that answer.

Christine opened her eyes to find she was looking at a puzzling sight. She was looking at a ceiling and rafters but it looked as if it was covered by the night sky. She couldn't explain this celestial phenomenon; it was like something she had once read in a book.

She slowly raised her self from where she had lain. She remembered being placed on something, something hard, now that she thought about it, it was probably the altar she had seen. Now however as she looked down she was no longer on an altar but a four-poster bed with side curtains on black netting but no top so she could see the ceiling. She had no idea how she had gotten there Erik must have moved her why she was still asleep.

As she went to leave the soft covers she realised that a jacket had also covered her, with a start she realised that it was his jacket. She fingered the leather before getting up and folding it leaving it on the pillow. She opened the sheer curtains to be greeted with the sight of a furnished anti chamber. The air was cool and she noticed there was a chintz chair next to the bed. There was also a wardrobe, a changing screen and a full-length mirror. She realised this must be the anti-chamber if the church. It had been converted into a bedroom. She walked over to the wardrobe and felt carpet under her bare feet she looked down and saw carpets that she assumed to be Persian carpets. She reached the wardrobe and opened it, inside weren't her own clothes but a wardrobe full of dresses. Some were just plain dresses with long or sleeves, which looked quite Victorian others were more elaborate they were in almost every colour except black. It seemed that Erik didn't want her to wear black; maybe because it was the only colour she ever wore. She had started wearing black after her father died. Her favourite colour had always been baby blue although no one would ever think that. It seemed, however that Erik knew many of the dresses in the wardrobe were baby blue.

She took one of the plain pale blue dresses out deciding that it was better than wearing the nightgown all day. She then noticed a vanity with several draws placing the dress carefully on the chintz chair she went over and opened the top drawer inside was underwear that she recognised to be her own. She was a little embarrassed that he had brought it here but at least it proved that he didn't know her cup size he seemed to know so much about her.

There were two doors into the room one was left open for her one was closed. She went to the open one and found a bathroom containing all of her hair products and cleansers a bath and a sink. She supposed that Erik wanted her to get changed before she went in search of him.

After Christine had refreshed herself she went and got the dress and a pair of shoes and put them on. Looking herself in the mirror she was surprised, Christine had always worn black she had never worn any other colour apart from red. Now she was looking at herself in this dress and she didn't know what to make of it. The collar was modestly cut so as not to show too much it had long sleeves and the dress reached her ankles. The collar had embroidery of roses on it with beads interwoven with it. Christine had never been a vein person she couldn't afford to be but right now she felt like a princess in a fairy story, but was Erik her prince? She really hoped so however foolish that was.

Still feeling a bit weak Christine walked over to the closed door and turned the knob finding it unlocked. She took a deep breath and opened the door hoping to find Erik there.

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Erik was sitting on the altar steps again thinking about the girl lying in the bed in the anti chamber. After he had placed her on the altar he had gone into the anti- chamber making sure that everything was prepared for her. Ever since he had made his decision to bring her here he had prepared for her arrival making sure that everything she would ever need was there. He had then placed her in the bed lovingly looking upon her innocent face and then once again laid his coat over her. He had stayed by her side for almost 2 days but when there was no sign that she would be waking he had left the room. The sealing of the deal had taken more out of her than he had expected, but it was a dangerous process especially for a mortal like Christine well not mortal…not anymore. He had left her the music box he had made for her in the room so as she would not wake up in a strange place in silence. He hoped it would assure her that he meant her no harm. On the contrary it was his duty to protect her for all of time.

Erik heard stirring from the other room and knew his love had woken. He got up and straightened waiting for the doorknob to turn. He was however blown away by what he saw when it did. Christine walked through the door wearing one of the dresses he had acquired for her. Her curls were flowing around her and her cheeks were blushing pink from his examination of her.

Erik POV

She…she looked like an angel. Cliché he knew but she was more beautiful to him than any real angel he had ever seen. More beautiful than asiel or ariel Angels of healing and Destiny. I approached her in a few strides finishing my examination of her and ran my fingers through her silky hair kissing her for-head. I then spoke softly to her:

"You have awakened my princess, I was beginning to worry. How do you feel?"

She smiled at me shyly and replied "I feel much better now thank you"

"You look stunning my dear I must admit when you walked through that door I hardly recognised you blue is a much more flattering colour for you than black, not that you don't look fabulous in anything."

End Erik POV

Christine blushed an even deeper crimson but did not seem opposed to the flattery. Erik knew that no male had ever paid her any real attention, he had seen to that, and he knew that she was enjoying it.

"What happened to me before…when we…we" she began

"Kissed?" offered Erik

"Yes right that." she said in a dream like state.

"I will explain all to you my dear but first you must eat you have been asleep for two days." Erik said

"Two days? What about the orphanage! I'll be in big trouble! They'll have called the police! Oh they must be so worried!" she said going to bite her nails

Erik grabbed her hand before she could do any damage to her nail and crooned.

"Do not worry all has been taken care of you need not think of it."

"It has? But what about." She started

Erik quickly kissed her tenderly, gently making her forget what she was going to say.

"Come you must eat" he took her hand and led a dreamy Christine over to a table and chair that she hadn't noticed before.

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Erik made Christine eat almost all of the pasta on the plate saying that she needed starch to keep her body going. Erik's presence was intoxicating to her and made her forget all of her questions at least temporarily. Every touch he gave her every glance or half smile every kiss made her bury her questions a little bit further into her subconscious all that mattered was him.

Erik and Christine quickly got into a routine and Christine forgot about the orphanage and the outside world, Erik was the world. Ever since Erik had discovered her voice that night he had put it upon himself to train it. He knew she had never had any musical training and couldn't sight read so he began to teach her everything. In the evenings Erik would often read to her. He would sit himself in a chair with a book and she would curl up in his lap leaning against him while one of his arms loosely around her waist and the other holding the book he was reading to her. She often fell asleep in his arms breathing in his heavenly scent completely oblivious to the people searching for her. Most nights ended this way and before she knew it two weeks had flown by.

One evening while curled in Erik's lap she remembered what had happened when they had kissed that night and that Erik hadn't yet explained.

"Erik…" she began

"Hmmmm" he replied while he absently played with her curls.

"You never explained to me what happened when we kissed…" she said

"Oh I'm sorry beloved I was much more concerned for you health than that….you see Christine…good Catholic girl as you are you know that everyone has a soul?"

She nodded into his chest.

"Have you ever heard of the idea of soul mates?" he continued

"Yes…two souls destined to be with each other…true love." She replied

"Yes cherub, you and me, we are as they put it 'soul mates' and when we kissed it was like a reaction a celestial occurrence when our two souls met together and recognised each other. The force of this union cause you to pass out but I being not a mortal could with stand it." He explained still stroking her hair.

"Then why didn't it happen before..?" she enquired curiously suddenly remembering that Erik really was an angel and probably knew more about the heaven and earth than she could possibly imagine.

"Because your heart had not yet recognised its feelings towards mine." He answered acutely kissing her for-head. Christine had absolutely no idea that Erik had just lied through his teeth. He and only he knew what really happened and he wasn't prepared to tell her yet. He needed to build up he feelings for him and have complete control of the situation.

"Oh…." She said "and you said before that no one could get into this place…why is that?"

This time Erik answered truthfully "This church is not in the mortal realm, more like an in between world between heaven and earth outside of time and space. No one but an celestial being knows this place exists or can reach it."

"Like you?" asked naïve Christine

"Yes my love, like me" he said serenely.

Christine laid her head back down on his chest and started playing with the folds of his shirt nervously. Erik just gave a small smile and kissed her hair.

When Christine finally succumbed to sleep in his secure embrace he lifted her carefully so as not to wake her and carried her to her room placing her under the covers. He sat there for hours watching her sleep everyone in a while being tempted to kiss her for-head something he liked to do as an innocent gesture of affection. He then got up blowing out all the candles in the room leaving his sleeping beauty and going to take care of some business. I had been over two weeks since he had first brought to his home. The authorities of earth would still be looking for her. He needed to make sure that they found a body along with the bag of clothes. His plan then would be complete. She would truly be his for all eternity. With that he walked to the full length mirror in the church and brought his hand down in one swift action the glass shattered being sucked back into the black abyss behind the mirror glittering as he walked through and piecing itself back together once he had left leaving no trace of what had occurred.

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Several minutes later the glass of the portal between worlds shattered again but the man who stepped through was not the master of the realm but a man in his late forties who looked of middle eastern origin looking worse for wear for the journey.

Nadir Khan had heard of this world only in books the refuge of solitude for the banished warrior archangel Lord Azazeal any mortal soldier who had searched for him had never returned. Nadirs quest however was not to find Azazeal but the girl he imprisoned. Nadir was a knight of an ancient order set to keep track of the banished angels lest they cause havoc. Nadir had heard of the girl Christine Daaé; descendant to Charlotte Deja'. The order had been following Azazeals acquaintances for quite some time when he heard of the girls sudden disappearance, the roses and the black feather he knew it was Azazeal. Lord Azazeal the worst of the damned the only angel with black wings smite by God for his crimes, crimes that only he and God's chosen knew.

When Nadir heard of the girl's disappearance the order sent him into action. They were there to keep the balance and Azazeal had broken it first he had given celestial powers to mortals and then he had taken one of them. Why the order would care was beyond him but they said her gifts would be an asset to him and to take her from Azazeal willing or no. His mission was simple bring back the girl and don't get caught by Azazeal. If so his life was forfeit but Azazeal would not give him the luxury of making it quick.

Nadir looked around searching for where the girl may be and saw the only door in the room. Nadir cautiously made his way to the door and quietly turned the knob opening the door. He kept his Holy Sword at the ready a gift from the order if Azazeal did return it would at least wound him enough to get out with or without the girl.

The candles in the room burst into flame as the door opened revealing a furnished room with a four-poster bed. Nadir moved slowly drawing back the curtains of the bed, which revealed a beautiful young girl sleeping peacefully in the bed. He had seen her file picture but it had not done her justice she was ethereal a goddess no wonder Azazeal had taken her. She lay there like sleeping beauty, did she know the horrors her host had committed? He doubted it. Nadir pulled out a small syringe with a clear liquid in it and taking her arm quickly went to inject her with it. Suddenly Nadir was pulled back by something pulling tight around his neck; a noose a malicious voice in his right ear practically growled:

"It would do better for you not to have come here…let alone touch my wife! It would have been less detrimental to your health!"

Only one word rang through Nadirs ears as he fell into the darkness of unconsciousness

"Wife?"

Authors note: Ok hope you liked it I know the beginning is a bit tedious but now you know that Erik is lying to Christine about what he did to her and we have the Evil cliffy and lots of EC goodness. Good enough! I need reviews! And hopefully people will review after reading the whole story through instead of patronising the first page. Thanks for the reviews people I love you! Cakes for all! Diet Erik cakes on request!

Lady Extremely English Voldemort

(Who now has 4:A 3:A and 4:B's in GCSE .)