She grabbed my wrist and dragged me through the crowd again. As we briskly walked, I could not help but hear everyone's mummurs of what they had just witnessed. It was clear that everyone was confused as to what they saw and who they saw. Most of the men thought it was an outrage for Erik to have disturbed the peace and tranquility of the party's atmosphere. And how he could propose that the patron could kill a man. While the women, both young and old alike, could not help but comment on how handsome he was. I don't know why but I got hit with a pang of jealousy, which was quite ludicrous because he his mine and no one can take him a away from me. But still, it made me feel uneasy to hear women say how sexy he was, or how his eyes seemed to twinkle when he talked.

But that was neither here nor there. First things first, I had to find Erik and help him and quickly before Raoul got to him.

"Where are we going?" I asked frantically as Md. Giry continued to lead me down into the basement of the Opera House. We were beaneth what I thought was the front of the lobby, into winding halls that never seemed to end. I was begining to think we were going to get lost. Md. Giry never answered my question, but I began to hear gutteral grunts down the hallway which we were running down.

Down the dim hallway, I could see a room that was full of mirrors. From the ceilings to the floors and the walls, it was covered with the reflective glass. I ran in front of Md. Giry, wantinng to barged my way into the room. I stopped in mid stride and almost yelled out Erik's name but I know I couldn't do that; that would put Erik in incredible danger. I saw Roaul and began to run towards when Md. Giry grabbed my arm again. I struggled to get out of her grasp.

"Please," I begged her, carefully not using names, "I have to help him." I had to help Erik.

"No, my child. You cannot help him by just charging like a bull," she said. She pursed her lips, thinking about what to do, while I thought too. She loosened the grip on my arm, and I took my chance and ran into the room. "Christine!" I ignored her and just ran blindly in there. I stopped in the middle of the room, unfortunately finding myself lost in the maze of mirrors. Oh wonderful.

I wandered around trying to find either one of them. I looked to the right of me and in one reflection, I saw that Raoul was slashing wildly into thin air, thinking he was slashing at Erik. And he was completely unaware of me.

To the left of me, Erik's green eyes made contact with mine, which were wide with fear, which Roaul saw and turned around. His blue eyes pierced through me, making me feel uneasy. I couldn't go anywhere with a wall behind me. I felt trapped and indeed, I was. I don't know how I was going to talk myself out of this mess this time. I continued to back up until I was against the wall, praying that Md. Giry would find us before he got to me, but I had a creeping feeling that wish was all in vain.

He almost ran towards me as he reliquished his sword to his sheath. "What are you doing here?" He barked at me. I put my hands to my face out of intinct and he grabbed my wrists tightly as I whimpered slightly.

"Raoul," I said, trying to pull away, "You're hurting me. Let go!" He just stared at me, his ice blue eyes wild with anger. Then we heard a whistle.

"Hey!" It was Erik, standing in the open, risking himself for me, "It's me you're after. Leave the poor girl alone." Raoul's eyes darted back and forth between me and Erik and then back at me.

"Roaul, let go of my hands," I said. My voice was shaking and I was pertrified. I didn't know what was going to happen next; to me, or to Erik. I tried pleading with my eyes to get Erik to run. I begged with my blue eyes to just go. That I could handle Raoul; he couldn't really do anything me, I don't think.

"What are you doing here?" He finally said again. I tried to say something but nothing came. I could scarcely breath. I tried to speak again, also trying to wriggle away when everything felt fuzzy again. The last thing I saw was Erik running towards us and then being flung to the ground. I hit my head on the ground, and I kept going in and out conciousness, watching in paralyzed fear as Roaul and Erik fought, throwing punch after punch.

Erik was on top of Roaul, wrestling and throwing punches. I pushed myself up and threw myself on top of Erick, trying to pull him off Raoul. He thrashed wildly in my arms as I pried him away from the patron. I think he broke Roaul's nose, for it was bleeding just a tiny bit. Not good.

We all stood up, I in the middle, with Raoul and Erik on either sice of me. I was stuck; what was I to do?

For my sake, I could not go with Roaul. He trerrified me. I thought he was going to either stirke me down, or strangle me when he saw me. There was death written in his eyes.

But then again, I could not go with Erik, not for his sake. If I did, all would be lost and he would either be arrested or he would have to flee the country, and I would lose him. I could not stand to lose him. Not when I just got him back again. It was those agonizing choices that were battling each other out in my head. What was I to do?