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Disclaimer: The Phantom of the Opera is not mine. All relations come from Mr. Gaston Leroux's novel The Phantom of the Opera. Lyrics come from Mr. Andrew Lloyd Webber.

Chapter 10

She let out a blood-curdling scream… The hand that was clamped around her wrist was undoubtedly one of a male. The grip tightened and it felt as if her wrist was about to snap in half. She screamed again and her wrist was released, but in seconds it was smacked against her lips.

"Hush!" the man's voice said in an urgent whisper. "Do you want me to get you out of here?"

She nodded her head violently. She was frightened of the woods and would forever be from that moment on. Who was this man and why was he so willing to help her? Why was his hand over her mouth?

She opened her mouth behind his hand to say something, but without warning he pulled her close to him.

"Cover your head." He said as he reached into one of his pockets and drew out a tiny pistol.

She gasped, his hand still covering her mouth. –He's going to kill me! – Her mind screamed and she struggled to break free of his restraining arms.

"Stop!" he exclaimed sternly as he turned the turned the pistol upwards and pulled the trigger. The bullet fell a few feet away from Christine and she stared blankly into the darkness, ceasing her struggle.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I want to help you, trust me."

"Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation."

She quickly shook the thought. This wasn't HIM, he said he wouldn't come back.

She couldn't believe what she was hearing; this man had just shot a pistol into the air claiming he wanted to help her. As if he was reading her thoughts he placed the pistol in her hands, "Here, take this and if you think I'm untrustworthy, you have a weapon."

She stared down at the pistol in her hands and it was at that moment she realized he'd taken his hand off her mouth.

"Does this mean you trust me?"

Christine stood in silence. His voice, she knew that voice from somewhere. Oddly, she trusted the man, she trusted the man more than anything at that moment, she trusted the way he held her…

"I trust you." She whispered weakly.

"Ah, good. That's a start, now do as I say and everything will go a lot quicker. Become limp."

"What?" she said a bit to loudly, her voice slicing through the thick darkness.

"Go limp, I'll catch you."

She did as the man said and she went automatically limp. He caught her in his arms and threw her over a broad shoulder. She was startled at the sudden movement. "What are you doing?" she whispered.

"Play along, stay limp."

He began to walk and the continuous bobbing was a source of aggravating discomfort to Christine whose stomach was pressed painfully against his shoulder.

"Monsieur, how much longer must I stay like this, for it's painfully uncomfortable?"

"Only a little longer…" he cut himself off.

They were back at the gypsy campsite. Christine turned her head upward to see who the mysterious man was, but a black hood was pulled neatly over the back of his head. She sighed; -I'll have to thank this gentleman, I surely would've been lost in there forever. -

She heard nearby footsteps and became limp again at once.

"Who is THAT?"

"So sorry," the man who was carrying her said, "I was having a duel back in the woods, the lady saw us both and fainted, poor dear."

"What are you going to do with her?"

"I don't know, probably leave her on the streets." He let out a laugh.

Christine stiffened and the man pinched her leg as if to say stay limp. She was always good at keeping orders so she did as she was instructed.

"Be on your way." The rough voice said and the man began his long strides again.

"Put me down." Christine said angrily once she knew they far away from the campsite.

"I'm sorry for the comment before." The man said sincerely.

Christine sighed again. What was to become of this? What if Raoul saw her? She had no time to think long about it, for in a moment she were out of the darkness, on the streets of Paris.

"I live…" Christine started

"I know where you live." The response wasn't angry or evil, it was…saddened

And then it clicked. I hit her smack in the face. It was him, it was him! Oh God! He was taking her back with him! But as she opened her eyes, she saw that he was actually bringing her back to Raoul's home. What was this? This wasn't the Angel she knew, or was it? Everything she ever knew fell away, and fast. Why was he so quick to give her back to Raoul?

They arrived on the doorstep of the mansion and she slid her to her feet. He pulled down his hood and stared at her,his gold eyesbearing into her own pale blue ones. He reached out and touched her hair, and that was it, no 'I love you', no 'Christine, come back with me', only the deepest sadness she'd ever seen.

Her heart beat faster and faster, -This wasn't like him,- She was utterly scared ever though he looked harmless, he was far from it. She gathered her skirts and ran pell-mell up the stone steps leading to the front door, her golden locks flying behind her. She knocked wildly on the door.

"Christine?" Raoul answered the door only to see Christine's terror-stricken face behind it. "Christine, what's wrong?" he was utterly worried now, he hadn't seen her like this since…

Before he knew it she threw herself into his arms, trembling slightly. She turned her head to see if he was still there…but he was nowhere in sight.