Charlotte started to shake. Erik waited for her to run, but instead she fainted. Erik started to cry.
"Why?" He muttered as he got up. He held his face in his hand and got to his feet.
"WHY?" Erik screamed through his tears.
When Charlotte woke up she was back in the room Erik had first taken her to. Erik. Memories of the previous night flooded her mind. She started to shake at the memory of Erik's face. She had to get out of there. Charlotte crept out of the room; Erik's back was to her. If she could just get to the boat before he noticed…too late. Erik sprang up from the bench and started to run towards her. She tried to dodge him, but he grabbed her arm.
"No, please!" She begged.
"You've seen my face!" He barked. "Once you've seen my face you cannot leave…I thought everybody knew that!"
Charlotte found herself being thrown into a cage.
"Erik!" She yelled. But he ignored her and stalked off.
Christine woke with a start. She glanced over at Claire she was still fast asleep. Charlotte still hadn't returned.
"Christine…" A voice said.
"Angel?"
"Look at your face in the mirror," He said softly. Christine got out of bed and looked at her mirror. "I am there inside!" As she drew closer she could see a man. A masked man. Christine gasped. Her angel was the Phantom of the Opera. She felt relief sweep over her. No! Raoul's my fiancée…
The Phantom offered his hand; Christine hesitated for a moment, but took it.
Charlotte would sleep for hours, Erik had made sure of that. He'd slipped her some food before he'd left. He'd drugged the water, it wouldn't hurt her, but it would knock her out for hours. He prayed that she had eaten some of the food.
Erik carefully lifted her on to his horse. He guided the horse along the candlelit corridors. When they reached the dock he helped her off the horse, she fell against him. Erik's heart stopped. She was so small. Christine looked up at him, she gave him a tiny smile. Erik took her hand and led her into the boat.
Claire was worried. Both her sisters had disappeared.
"Claire are you alright?" It was Anatole.
"I'm fine…it's just I'm nervous, both Charlotte and Christine have disappeared."
"Christine too?"
"Yes…I should go talk to Phillip." Claire said.
Charlotte woke up in her dressing room. She felt dizzy and she had a weird taste in her mouth. She heard the door open.
"Charlotte!" It was Claire.
"Claire!" The sisters hugged.
"Where were you?" Claire asked.
"I, um…" Charlotte said, trying to come up with an answer.
It took me longer than I thought it would to write this Chapter, hope you liked it. Please R&R!
~Kate