A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Erik is totally going to be in character in this chapter, obsessive, sexy, dangerous Erik. So if he was a little out of character in the last few chapters, I apologize! I have one announcement: please don't be afraid to comment on my horrible French! I need to learn people! :)Sorry to say, but this chapter might be a little boring. But it's like a crime to me to leave out some important facts, so here we go!

See you at the end of the page,
eriksotherangel11

He was cold, it was dark, and it was impossible to see anything. But Erik didn't stop. He kept going even though it was so cold he couldn't feel his fingers. When he breathed, his breath froze the minute it touched the air. No, today wasn't a good day.

It seemed like it was seconds ago when Christine was in his arms, laughing at all their good memories. But she was ripped from his grasp as if she was nothing but a cloud and he was the air and Raoul was the wind.

Raoul.The Vicomte's name always made his hands ball into fists and his eyes narrow. He hated people. But he hated Raoul the most. He was like an annoying fly buzzing around his head when he first heard of him the night it was announced that Andre and Firmin were now the managers of the Opera Populaire, but now he was major problem. Andre and Firmin were idiots. He hated them too. They never paid him his salary. He had warned them, but they had taken him for a joke, and Erik stuck to his word: a disaster beyond their imagination would occur. So he killed Joeseph Buquet, a minor person in the Opera. He was a pervert, anyway. He didn't think that anyone would care, especially Christine, but he was wrong. Maybe he deserved what Christine gave him: ripping his heart in two and stomping on it. All because of Raoul! If it wasn't enough, Christine betrayed him, getting engaged to that fool, after promising to him that she belonged to Erik. Erik almost had her too, that night she visited her father's grave. She was returning to her angel, but Raoul had to come and save her from the horrible monster that Erik was and take her away again. Christine then allowed herself to see him again, but only for a trap that would get Erik captured and killed. But he willingly went to his opera, and played Don Juan, and confessed his love to her, but she betrayed him again, ripping off his mask so the whole world could see.

Erik knew he had no choice now. Christine was definitely surprised and angry when he took her away to his labyrinth, but Erik was surprised that she didn't know that he just needed to run away and if he didn't take her with him, she would just go to the authorities and tell where his lair lay. She couldn't leave him again, and Erik was going to make sure of it. But Raoul had to come again! Erik, no longer wishing to play his games, tied him up and was going to murder him if Christine didn't choose Erik. So Christine chose him and kissed him and Erik, in full shock, let her go.

No, he did not deserve was Christine gave him. The three murders he committed, not including the chandelier fall, was not worth the pain and torture of the thousands of deaths he went through everyday.

But Christine did come back to him, and he knew that she wanted him over Raoul, but it took him a while to believe it.

Erik finally thought that they were going to be safe at last, and was thrilled at the idea of Christine's plan to move to America and wanting to get married to him! Married to Erik!

But Raoul came again, and Christine was gone.

He had to listen to her and run away, didn't he? Erik probably knew that they would've escaped together, maybe he was just thinking of himself.

No. Erik refused to believe that and insulted himself over and over again for even thinking about it. He loved her. He needed her. He couldn't live without her.

How Erik wanted to rest! He had only slept for 4 hours in the past three nights. Last night, he stayed up, lying next to Christine, and just staring at her face for most of the night. He knew was going to fall asleep sooner or later, so he pushed poor Cesar, who had done a lot of riding recently, even harder to make it to the hospital, where he knew he would crash the moment he got there. He could see the hospital in the distance.

9:02 PM, Diable Inn

Christine was crying. She lay on the uncomfortable bed and buried her face in the pillows. She was in an hotel, which reminded her of Petit Poi, which reminded her of Erik. Her heart was broken with sad love.

When she first got here, they tore the sack from her head, and carried her into the room. She was hitting and whacking them over and over again with clenched fists while screaming, "Let me go! I can walk! I have two feet! Get your damn hands off of me! Let me go!" She looked at Andre and Firmin with such anguish and hate that they cringed.

"If looks could kill..." muttered Firmin. Andre nodded his head in agreement.

"You two fools! If you had any sense at all, you would realize that Erik was not a bad man! Go back to your Junk Business!" she hissed in anger.

"Scrap Metal!" squeaked Andre, in a temper.

Firmin rolled his eyes. "Will you let it go?"

So there Christine was, a prisoner once more, by the man who she'd never thought would be her enemy.

Raoul constantly coaxed her. Christine had never been so disgusted. He is worse than Erik when he was obsessed with me! "Christine, angel..." he cooed.

"I am not your angel! Leave me alone!"

"You will love me Christine, in fact you already do!"

"Stop telling yourself lies, Raoul. Just let me go! You said once that I was free!"

"Yes, and this is what you want."

"No, it's not! You know it's not! Stop playing games! You are not a child, and you are not a maniac, so stop acting like one!"

"Maybe you are the child, Christine." He smiled at her and wrapped his hands around her waist. Christine stood there petrified. "You'll grow up fast though, darling." He kissed her and Christine almost gagged. She pulled at his perfect hair and slapped him across the face.

"Don't you dare touch me again! Never so rudely! You are most definitely not a Vicomte!" she shouted.

Raoul stumbled away, shocked, and raised a hand a pointed at her. "You! You will pay for this you retched thing! Never have I been treated in such disrespect!" He left the room then. His swearing and cursing could be heard even downstairs.

"Have I driven you to this insane madness?" she whispered. "Falling in love with me should be a sin." She flopped down on the bed again and sobbed. "Oh Erik, my angel, please don't leave me here in the hellish place!"

Doctor's, 11:00

Erik knocked at the Doctor's door. He heard footsteps and he smoothed his hair back. The doctor opened it.

"Ah, Erik. It's late. What are you doing here?"

"Hello Dr. Ackart. Is Nadir speaking yet?"

"Er, yes. But it's rather late and he's probably sleeping. Come back tomorrow." He started to close the door on Erik, but he put his foot in the way.

"I did not ride ten damn miles in the freezing snow to be turned down. Let me in."

The doctor hesitated but sighed and let him in. "He's on the last room on the left. Don't you dare scare him, I don't need my patient passing out again."

Erik nodded and entered the Daroga's room. He shook his shoulders and growled, "Wake up!"

Nadir jumped and said in a horse voice, "Shit, Erik! It's at least 2:00 in the morning! Go away."

"Incorrect. Its 11:30 and I need your help."

"Go ask Madame Giry, I'm injured. Be kind to me and let me sleep in peace!"

"She, Little Meg, and Christine have been captured by Raoul and the mob that was attacking me." Erik raised his eyebrows impatiently.

Nadir sat up, cringing in pain. He folded his hands in his lap. "Oh. Well that makes matters different."

"Are you going to help me?" Erik asked, with pleading eyes. He was desperate.

Nadir closed his eyes and laid his head back on his pillow. "Does it look like I can help?"

"You don't have to come with me."

"Then what's the point in helping?" he asked.

"You can talk, can't you?" Erik said bluntly.

Nadir sighed, eyes still closed. "Fine," he huffed, "Help me up."

12:00, Diable Inn

Christine had stopped crying. She figured: If Erik doesn't come, and this is the way I have to live my life... Then I might as well suck it up and punch Raoul as many times as I can. She laughed at the thought of it. What a lovely way to live life.

A/N: Yea, I know, kind of boring. But I couldn't leave it out, see? Wouldn't you guys think I was a terrible author if I just skipped to the exciting parts? Anyways, I need to get a life and do something than sit in my PJ's and live in my own fantasy Erik Life. Question: If Erik came through your mirror at night would you go with him to where ever he would take you? Or would you be so freaked out and run away thinking some serial killer popped out of your mirror? Or would you think it was a dream and start searching for butterflies? (I know I search for butterflies in my dreams!) My answer: I would scream, run up to him, and start making out with him and then we will get married. Yes. That would be an awesome life! *dies and comes back again* Give me your answers! So... I shall see you next time!

Faithfully yours,
eriksotherangel11