A/N: Hello everybody! You guys rock my socks! All the reviews are positive so... yay! I had no ideas for this chapter, so maybe it'll come to me while I'm writing...? Sadly, I'm having major writer's block. *screams in frustration* I expected all the answers to my last question in the last chapter to be the same: Erik all the way! If they were different you are either 1.) crazy or 2.) not supposed to be reading this story! Thank you debkay, forgotten-muse08, and unknown to love for all the positive reviews and sticking with my story. And so here's the next chapter!

See you at the end of the page,
eriksotherangel11

7:02 AM, Diable Inn

Christine was allowed to wander the hotel that day, but unfortunately under the watchful eye of Firmin and Andre. She noticed that they both looked nervous when she was around them, like she was ready to spring out at them if they said a word. Maybe that was true. Everyone in the hotel were completely oblivious to the evil that was taking place right in front of them. Christine wasn't even aloud to talk to anyone, except for the ass holes who work for Raoul, in fear of her giving anything away. Christine considered suicide, but then reminded herself of Erik, and pushed the nasty thought away. Smiling to herself, she decided to converse with Andre and Firmin.

"I'm never singing at the Paris Opera House again!" she said to them, "Not with you two fools running it!" She knew she was being a jerk half the time here, but she couldn't stop herself from insulting them.

"Mademoiselle Daae, we're only trying to do what we think is the best future for you," said Andre nervously, "Living your life with a Ghost, isn't actually it."

"A murderous ghost!" added Firmin.

"Did you see him kill anyone?" inquired Christine. They have no proof, she thought, people can think he's innocent! Even though he did kill...

"Are you saying he's innocent?" asked Andre disbelievingly. "Very silly."

"Yes I am!" said Christine loudly.

"Christine, we know he murdered, we saw the chandelier fall." Oh right, Christine thought disappointed.

"And he also tried to kill Raoul, am I not correct?" said Firmin.

"Only because you drove him to insanity!" argued Christine.

"Or you did, Mademoiselle," said Andre grimly.

Christine's heart stopped. She couldn't believe that he had just said that! She clenched her fingers together tightly into fist, but then relaxed them thinking, I've hit too many people lately. "No!" she shouted at him. Andre jumped in surprise at her sudden outburst.

"Running off with Raoul definitely pushed him off the cliff," laughed Firmin. Did he seriously just laugh?

"You're gonna get a black eye!" she screamed at him.

"And now ever since you tore of his mask to reveal a terrifying face and gave him a chance to escape, you let loose a murderer!"

"He's a good person!" she said furiously, "You are just blinded by his hideous face and are unable to see past it! You disgust me."

"If he's such a good person, why hasn't he come to rescue you yet?" snapped Andre, shaking is head in mock-sorrow. "Mademoiselle Daae, face your new life with Raoul, and stop living in the past."

Christine felt as if she had been slapped. "You can't possibly believe that."

"But you can, Christine, you know it's true."

Christine couldn't take it anymore. "No... No!" Crying, she pushed Andre and Firmin roughly, ran to her room, and locked the door. "Erik, oh Erik! Please come for me!" she sobbed.

Suicide.

The word sounded like music"to her now. (A/N: Please don't worry. I'm just trying to show how upset she is, I usually don't put A/N's in the middle of the chapter, but this was nessicary! Sorry!)

Doctor's, 9:37

Nadir and Erik spent the whole night trying to figure out a plan to save Little Meg, Madame Giry, and Christine. They thought of some brilliant idea, but then found that there was something wrong with it. Then they fell asleep for an hour, woke up, and started

Nadir suddenly gasped and sprung from his chair. He fell to the ground in agony. "I forgot I couldn't walk," he groaned.

Erik just stared at him in annoyance.

"Now don't look at me like that, Erik, I've just thought of something," growled the Persian.

Erik's face lit up and he fell to his knees, look at Nadir eye level. "What is it?!"

"Raoul always takes a group of men to search for you and Christine at around... oh... I'd say around noon."

"How do you know?"

"I used to be part of the mob, remember? I was a spy for you," the Daroga snapped. "I got shot covering your ass, and almost died."

Erik shrugged his shoulders apologetically. "But they already have Christine." Erik stood up and massaged his temples. "Oh Christine..." he sighed.

"But they don't have you! You're a wanted man and they won't rest until you get killed."

"But the Vicomte wouldn't be that stupid to leave Christine unattended, wouldn't they?"

"Well they leave Andre and Firmin and the man that's clueless but dangerous. They figure that they aren't very important."

"But now that they have Christine, they wouldn't only have three people guarding her."

"Come on, Erik, it's the best plan that we've had so far!"'

Erik sighed and said, "I'll give it a shot. But I might not come back."

"It's almost half past eleven, you might want to get going."

"Where?"

"The Diable Inn."

"Right." He nodded and left the room.

Diable Inn, 12:30

He was late. Erik knew he had less time to look for three people and he was so nervous that he thought that he was going to be sick to his stomach. He could hear sobbing and recognized the noise quickly. Looking up at the window of the room, he almost screamed out her named, but swallowed the words, not wanting to get caught.

He had to get up there.

He jogged to the wall and dug his fingers into the crevices between the bricks. He looked up and gulped. It was a long way up. He jumped up and tried to claw his way up the wall but slipped and scraped his knees against the stone. "Shit," he cursed and tried again.

He was about half way up when he grew tired and his hands burned and turned sweaty. Slipping! Slipping! he thought in panic. He held onto the brick harder with one hand and wiped the other on his pants. Erik groaned and pushed himself farther up the wall.

"I can't... make it..." he whispered to himself. Christine's face appeared in his mind and he took one look at her window and gave one last push and jumped through the window face first. Grumbling to himself, he looked up and found himself staring at her face.

Christine."

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"Christine."

She looked up and saw him staring at her. He didn't look real, almost... a ghost. Christine stood there petrified, and she actually felt scared. Maybe this place was getting to her head.

Erik knelt down beside her and took her hands in his. Christine felt the love from his touch being carried to her skin and sinking down into it. It was so strong, almost like an energy all on its own. Unable to hold back, Christine flung herself into his arms and sobbed again.

Erik kissed her hair and then her lips, silencing her cries. "Shh Christine, love," he soothed.

"Y-you came b-back for me," she choked out between sharp intakes of breaths.

"I promised I would," he said and Christine buried her head into his chest. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner." He kissed the curve of her neck.

"W-we'll go to A-America, right?" she whispered, "A-and we'll g-get m-married, right?"

Erik pulled her in tighter. Christine enjoyed getting crushed. "Yes, I'll marry you," he answered, "And go to America." Christine kissed him passionately and with such force that she pushed him down onto her bed. Erik chuckled and stopped her. "Let's get Madame Giry and Meg and get out of here."

"But I just got you back!"

"We'll continue later," he said. Christine smiled at him, grabbed his hand, and ran out the door.

A/N: I had writer's block all through writing this chapter, so I was like yelling at myself and ripping out my hair (not literally) and I was so unsatisfied with the plan I came up with so please in you reviews just tell me what you think that Erik's plan to save Christine. This is not my best writing, so I'm so sorry! Waah I'm so disappoted with myself. Better chapter next time, it will have some... fun stuff in it!

Faithfully Yours,
eriksotherangel11