Christine awoke to the feeling of hands on her forehead.

" She'll be alright. Just fainted that's all; A common symptom in young children when they get excited. Make sure she takes this and keep her bed tomorrow if you don't want another repeat of what happened today. " The voice faded, only to be replaced by a voice that I couldn't place.

" Christine?" Come on wake up." The voice pleaded with a grief so great that my heart ached. My mind suddenly pictured Erik, begging me to come back, to be with him.

" But I can't Erik. I can't come back, you're life would be in danger." My mouth murmured words that I wanted to tell him all those years ago. A sharp pain startled me awake as a hand whipped across my face. Instead of Erik though, it only turned out to be Raoul. My cheek was flaming and reaching up to touch it gently, could feel the welts of his fingers. This wasn't the first time Raoul had hit me and I knew it wouldn't be the last.

" Why did you leave our apartment?" He hissed and I told him I was bored. A sinister smile ran across his face and pulling out " Don Juan" from my girdle opened it.

" Well do you want me to read to you?" I merely shrugged and he began reading.

Dracula didn't flinch as I held the sword to his neck. Sherlock was in awe at what just happened but he wasn't showing it.

" I know where your Christine is, but I won't tell you. I have a standing…" The pause made the room so quiet I could hear Sherlock's heart beat.

" Engagement." Dracula finished with a ghostly caricature of a smile. I felt my heart stop, but I knew that this man wouldn't hurt her. She was with Raoul and his life was mine.

" Please." The plea was made with a voice that I didn't recognize; a voice that I had reserved long ago for Christine. Dracula's eyes darkened slightly with anger, but deep within, the look of lost love.

" Please sit. I must explain who she is." His voice was cool and factual, but his immortal eyes were Artic blue with feeling. I picked my chair up and sat down again, this time with the sword across my lap.

" Christine Daae is what we would call a Half-blood, or born of two different blood lines. In this world, there are humans and other creatures such as myself. Where her father lived gave him access to the city of the Northern Elves." I saw him shudder slightly and his tone of disgust explained everything to me about him and these elves.

" Its rare, but every now and again, humans and other creatures will have children. The reason she has the ability to teleport is her mother's blood, but every Half-blood has a deformity that marks them as a Half-blood." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sherlock's eyes directly to my mask.

" You are not though, but somewhere in your genetics your family had one that is the reason your so…"

" Me" I finished for him and I suddenly felt very exhausted as my body sagged in the chair.

" Aurora. Please take our guests to their rooms." Dracula said and out of the shadows came a girl about 12 years old.

" Come monsieur, I will take you." She grabbed my hand, hers being as cold as death. Sherlock stood and following the young lady out, bade Dracula a good night from both of us.

" Oh it will be a good night my friends." I caught his murmur before the door shut behind us.

" Sherlock, join me in my room. Say that we are together. Do you understand me?" Sherlock nodded quickly. We reached the guest rooms in record time.

" Here you are." Aurora opened the door and ushered me inside. Sherlock tried to follow me, but she stopped him.

" Wouldn't you like your own room?" Her eyes were forced into an unnatural angle as a quizzical look came across her face.

" Please Aurora, he is my…" I knew I had to choose my words wisely. " His right hand." Sherlock butted in hastily and Aurora's eyes widened into friendly understanding.

" So you wish to share the room with him because you work for him?" Sherlock nodded quickly and Aurora let him in.

" Thank you my dear." I replied and Sherlock rushed over to grab me before I fell. " My master is very exhausted, please leave us." Sherlock asked the young girl and she nodded and left, I heard the door latch click shut. Sherlock let me go and sat down on the bed.

" Now listen to me clearly Sherlock. Dracula sees us as food; somehow he is working with Raoul to prevent us from getting us to Christine. The reason why I asked you to stay here is so we can protect each other from whatever will come to try to kill us. Got it?" Sherlock nodded and reaching into his jacket pulled out a revolver.

" Nicked it from one of the men on the train. He didn't even know how to use it." Sherlock smiled and laid down nest to him. I nodded and swiftly pulled out my sword.

" And we have this, along with a handful of daggers." I told him and he smiled again, teeth showing his teeth, pristine white like pearls in the moonlight.

" Silver coated I presume?"

" Yep, and with creatures that hate silver, this might just be our life." I held my sword with practiced ease. I got it in Persia, to protect myself from Persian creatures; the shah's palace was a home to them. I used to practice with the statues in the Opera house, keeping my skills up.

" I'll take first watch." Sherlock told me firmly and led me to the couch. I laid down and placed the sword over my chest.

" God night Sherlock." I told him and he chuckled. " Good night my friend." And on those words, sleep took me like I was merely a little child in its arms.