While all the chaos was going on inside the theater, Erik dragged Christine all the way out to his car. He opened the door to the back seat and shoved her inside, slamming the door on her. He sat down in the drivers seat and practically floored the pedal speeding off. Christine tried to prop herself up, but because of Erik's fast driving her grip kept slipping.

When they finally reached his house, he grabbed her tightly by the arm again, pulling her out of the car and dragging her into the house and down the hall into his bedroom. He closed the door and locked it behind him, letting go of her by pushing her forcefully onto the bed. Oh my god, he's going to rape me! She thought. Before she could sit up, she felt something being thrown at her. "Put it on," he said threateningly.

When Christine sat up, she saw that he had thrown the wedding dress to her. He stood at the doorway, watching her closely. "And if I refuse?"

"You've seen what happens to those who refuse my orders. Would you really dare to risk facing my wrath?"

"But you said that you would never hurt me."

"You're right, I wouldn't. But that doesn't mean that I wouldn't hurt someone you love."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

Afraid of pushing Erik's anger further, she gave in. "Fine. Could I at least have a little privacy?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't exactly trust you right now. After what you just did to me, how could I?" His expression and tone of voice changed from angry to sad and confused. "Why did you do it Christine? Why?" Christine couldn't bring herself to answer, mainly because she didn't really have a reason why she did it. She uncomfortably changed out of her costume and into the gown, trying to ignore the fact that Erik was watching her. As soon as he was done, Erik smiled. "Look at you, my beautiful bride." As he approached her, she tried to run past him, but he grabbed her and pushed her back onto the bed, holding her down. "Don't try to run away from me!"

"What are you going to do to me?"

"What I should've done last time you were here, force you to stay with me and never let you go again! After all, we both know that this is the only reason why you could never really love me!" he shouted, pointing to his face. He let go and walked towards the mannequin, taking the veil off its head. "Ever since that night, I know that the only things you've been able to feel for me are fear and sympathy," he said calmly, yet solemnly. "This was why I waited so long for us to meet, because I knew this would happen. I knew that after one look at me, you would forget all those years we spent together when I did everything I could to make sure that you were happy; that as soon as you knew my feelings for you, you would no longer see me as your guardian and best friend but as this pathetic monster." Christine couldn't help but fight back more tears at his words. "But now that you're here, none of that matters anymore." Suddenly she felt him place the veil on her head. "Pity comes to late! Turn around and face your fate!" He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around. "An eternity of this before your eyes!"

"This haunted face holds no horror for me now. It's in your soul that the true distortion lies."

Before Erik could respond, there was a pounding at the front door. "Wait, I think my dear, we have a guest!" He let go of her and left, with her following. He looked through the peephole to see that it was Raoul. "Well, if it isn't your pretty little boyfriend." He opened the door, which caused Raoul to be disgusted by seeing Erik's face up close. "Please, come in sir," he said menacingly.

"Christine!" Raoul exclaimed upon seeing her, running to and holding her.

Erik closed the door and walked away. "Monsieur I bid you welcome. Did you think that I would harm her? Why should I make her pay for the sins which are yours?" He pulled out a lasso and wrapped it around Raoul's neck, pulling him away from Christine as he tightened it and tied it to a hook on the wall. He turned to Christine. "Start a new life with me! Buy his freedom with your love! Refuse me and you send your lover to his death! This is the choice! This is the point of no return!"

There was a short silence after the ringing of Erik's voice left the air. "You were right," Christine said quietly. "From the moment you brought me here, I immediately pitied you, and I have ever since then. That's why no matter what you did, no matter how much you frightened me, I couldn't bring myself to hate you. But now, after all of this, I'm sorry," she said with rage filling her voice. "After everything you've put me and everyone else I care about through, I can't pity you anymore. After all the things you've done, you don't deserve my sympathy. I hate you!" She ripped the veil from her head and tossed it to the ground. "And as long as you keep me trapped here against my will, forcing me to play house with you and treating me like some sort of pretty little doll, then I will always hate you!"

"Christine, forgive me, please forgive me," Raoul choked. "I did this all for you and all for nothing! I promised to keep you safe and I failed! It's all my fault that we're here! You were right, you told me that this was a trap and I didn't listen to you."

"Shut up!" Erik slapped Raoul across the face. Christine approached him and was about to attack him for hurting her boyfriend, but he grabbed her by the shoulders again. "So do you spend your days with me? Or do you send him to his grave?" He shoved her to the ground and walked away.

"Why make her lie to you to save me?"

Erik sat down at the piano and began madly pounding away, playing the music from Don Juan while Christine sat up. "Erik, please don't do this!" she begged.

"Past the point of no return," he sang mockingly like a madman, "the final threshold. His life is now the prize which you must earn! You've past the point of no return."

"You deceived me!" Christine shouted over his singing. "I gave you my mind blindly!"

Erik stopped playing, closed the lid on the piano, and slowly walked over to her, bending down so that they were at eye-level. "You try my patience," he said in a low, threatening voice, his face shoved into hers. "Make your choice." He stood up and walked away, facing away from her.

Christine looked over her shoulder at Raoul, mouthing the words "I love you" before standing up. "I'm so sorry," she said in barely above a whisper. "It's obvious that your life is a living hell. But you know what?" she asked, her voice trembling yet growing with courage. "You are not alone." She grabbed his shoulders and turned him around, placing her hands on both sides of his face and pulling him in to a deep, passionate kiss. Raoul watched in shock before closing his eyes, unable to watch his girlfriend make out with the monster who was about to kill him. Erik on the other hand widened his eyes in shock, unable to believe that the girl of his dreams was kissing him despite his appearance. When she pulled away, she wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. His hands trembled as he attempted to touch her back, tears streaming down his face. She pulled away and looked at him before once again planting her lips onto his. He eventually placed his hands over hers, closing his eyes as he gave in to her kiss. When they pulled away from each other, they looked into each other's eyes, both of them breathing heavily.

Without a word, Erik walked away into the kitchen for a moment and returned with a lit candle. In a daze, he walked past Christine to Raoul, who closed his eyes as he prepared to his inevitable death. To both of their surprise, Erik lit the rope on fire, setting Raoul free. He pulled the lasso off of his neck and grabbed him by the arm before he could run away. "Take her, forget me, forget all of this," he ordered. As soon as he let go, Raoul ran to Christine to hold her again. "Leave me alone, forget all you've seen. Go now, don't let them find you. Just promise me never to tell the secret you know of the angel in Hell." Raoul practically had to drag Christine out, who was refusing to move. "GO NOW! GO NOW AND LEAVE ME!" The two of them ran out of the house, leaving Erik alone in the middle of the living room. He picked up the veil and staggered back to his bedroom.

When he got there, he picked up a music box sitting on his nightstand of a monkey dressed in Persian robes playing the cymbals on a barrel organ. He wound it up and sat down on the floor with it, leaning against his bed as the monkey gently banged the cymbals. "Masquerade," he sang along, sobbing, "paper faces on parade. Masquerade," he placed his hand over the monkey's face, "hide your face so the world will never find you."

He looked up when he heard the sound of someone approaching. Before he could get up to hide, he saw that it was Christine, who also looked like she had been sobbing. He stood up, straightening himself in an attempt to look presentable. As he approached her, she pulled off the ring he had given her, handing it back to him. "Christine, I love you." He placed his hand over hers, slowly taking the ring back. As he wrapped it around hers, she couldn't fight back her tears anymore, breaking down and bawling before him. She bent down and kissed his hand, staining it with her tears before she turned and walked away, knowing that no matter how much she loved him she could never see or hear from him ever again.

Once she was gone, he fell back onto his knees. "I love you!" he called after her, even though he knew that she couldn't hear him. He looked down at the ring, smiling through his tears as he fiddled with it. "I love you," he said quietly to himself. He crawled over and buried his face into the veil, crying his eyes out, knowing that he had lost his one chance of happiness forever. After a few minutes he stood up and made his way back to the piano in the living room and started to play the song he had written for her. "You alone can make my song take flight," he sang quietly, tears falling onto the keys, before playing at full volume. "It's over now, the music of the night!"