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Christine's P.O.V-

Acrid burning, choking my lungs, my throat, racing through me like some fiery serpent, filling every pore of my body with fire and water simultaneously. Above me, the surface of the water mocked me, it's devilish hue racing around me as I was pulled further and further down in to the inky abyss of the lake, the snare around my ankle cutting into my skin with every vicious tug it gave. I looked up again, saw Nadir splashing around in panic, watched him dive down and come to my level, his hands pulling frantically at the snare on my ankle, his eyes wide with utter, wretched despair. Funny, in what seemed to be my last moments, that I felt pity for the poor man as no doubt Erik would have his head for this utter debacle despite the fact it was not his fault. But I would not be there to stand up for him. Only when I felt the screaming in my lungs did I panic, like punctured wheels slowly hissing out air, my lungs gave up the ghost and my lips slid open to let out a stifled scream of terror. This would be my fate, my untimely death, drowning in the lake of a Phantom's residence in the fifth cellar of the Opéra Populaire. My eyes searched the surface hopelessly as the scrabbling hands of death made their way down my throat, watched as the colours faded around me until all I saw was a brilliant white, bright like the snow capped mountains of the Swedish ranges that surrounded the small village of my childhood. A figure appeared before me and made it's way over, fuzzy in appearance with arms open wide, spectral ambience seeping off it's every pore. When it got closer, I smiled at who it was, overjoyed to see that wonderful face again. I welcomed the figure with open arms, felt it's warmth envelop me like I was being swathed in a large blanket until my eyelids, heavy like steel shutters, slid down with a clashing force and then suddenly, everything went dark.

Erik's P.O.V-

I had tried to be civil with the man, I really had but seeing as he had interrupted the one moment in my life where I could have shared something intimate with Christine, I could do little but resent his very existence. Seeing that bumbling fool dangling there like a useless puppet only sought to enrage me, with his outraged countenance at the trap that he knew had been there since the first day I had set the traps up. It was not a new trap, it was only Nadir being the stupid oaf that he was born to be. Having Christine pity that ass only made me increasingly frustrated with the whole affair, and so I left them be, stalking back to my lair in a cloud of black anger. Quickly, I made my way across the ledge, expertly and with no wobbles, though really years of being the Phantom and treading the catwalks above the stage had done wonders for my balance and agility. I found that I did not care how the other two made their way across when I slammed the door behind me, quickly shedding my outerwear and dumped it unceremoniously in a pile on the floor. With my teeth clenched together so hard that I believed they could shatter, I quickly found myself in front of my organ, pounding out harsh ugly tunes in frustrated anger until even the music I created was grating on me so I ceased the infernal noise, sitting with my disgustingly skeletal fingers poised above the keys. All that I heard was the reverberating echo of the music I had just created die off into the air... Or perhaps, was it something else? I cocked my head in confusion at the noise, it was muffled... like it was underwater when I realised, it was an alarm. One that I had not installed to go off in my house but in the cellar so that the dreadful noise of a trap so close would not split my skull in deafening agony. Good lord, he had set off another trap again. Christine, I knew was smart enough to not brush so close to death but Nadir with his idiocy did not surprise me. I felt a pang of remorse when I thought of Christine, of my harsh words that had slipped so carelessly off my tongue that I wished I could chop it out to spare her any more hurt. Of course this was her home, it was as much her home as it was mine. In fact, she was so imbedded into the very foundations of my home that it would never be the same without her. I sighed at that thought, of impending loneliness should she wish to disown me as a friend due to my disgraceful behaviour, then groaned at the dreadful, tinny dim that was still ringing away. Agitated, I pushed away from the organ and stood up, brushing down my suit to get rid of invisible specks of dust when I heard something that wasn't quite right at all. I heard panicked screams and splashing, heard my name being yelled with such agonising panic that I felt my heart clench in my chest and my tongue grow dry and heavy. I did not even feel my feet carry me to the door, nor did I remember opening it and running out onto the shore to see Nadir splashing around in panic, looking down through the inky black lake before he dived down. Horror filled my every sense when I realised Christine was not on the ledge, nor splashing around, but instead had been entrapped in my Siren's snare device. I did not even remove my shoes or jacket as I waded as fast as I could through the water, pushing out into a frenzied swim towards Nadir who had just resurfaced and looked as if he was going to attempt to save her again.

"Nadir! No! I'll do it! Go inside, get some blankets ready, some hot tea! We need anything to keep her warm! GO!" I bellowed, not even allowing the delight I saw at his immediate obedience to my commands to sweep over me. In fact, I appreciated his dutifulness as he quickly swam back to the shore and raced inside the moment his feet touched the pebbles beneath him. I could not waste another second as I dived down into the dark abyss, powering my way towards Christine who floated there like a lifeless doll and my gut clenched. This was all my fault, and only horror and disgust attacked my senses as I swam past her to where I knew the trigger for the snare was. As my lungs screamed for oxygen, I quickly scrabbled around for the release until my slowly stiffening fingers found it and worked their magic, the snare breaking loose and leaving Christine bobbing around. As fast as I could, I swam towards her, white spots dancing in my vision as my lungs slowly ran out of breath and caught her by the waist, dragging her up to the surface with heavy limbs that did not seem to want to negotiate with. Why I had ever set that trap in the first place I did not know and swore that this would never happen again when finally, we broke the surface and I greedily gulped in great breaths of air as I brought Christine to the shore and lay her down as gently as possible.

She was not breathing. She looked lifeless, pale, so much like a corpse that I found myself screaming at her figure, shaking her wildly that her head lolled back and forth. I felt hands capture my shoulders and wrench me away, making me want to punch the living daylights out of him when I watched him kneel before her and placed two fingers on her wrist. After ten seconds, his mouth twisted in to a grimace as he placed the heel of one hand on the centre of the chest, his other hand covering it tenderly before he started pounding it up and down, watching intently for any sign of life. I watched from the sidelines feeling very much like a scared, useless child who could do nothing but observe in wild panic. Nadir did this action thirty times before resting, watching her chest for any sign of movement. When nothing happened, he repeated the actions, stilling again, before he pinched her nose shut and dared to place his lips against hers. He must've know I'd react strongly to this as he held up his finger to me as if to warn me away from what he was doing, after gently tipping her head back and lifted the chin. He dispelled a few breaths until finally, much to my utter relief, Christine came to life, coughing out a great deal of water, her poor throat being wrecked by this hacking great raw choke of lake water that still bubbled in her lungs. But I could not contain myself any longer as I gathered her into my arms, rocking her back and forth as she still choked out the water inside her.

"Dear God I thought I had lost you." I whispered brokenly into her ear as she groaned despairingly, her hand grasping her throat as if fire still lingered there. She did not reply. Quickly, I brought her into the warm coven of my lair, a soggy Nadir following quickly behind and was grateful to see the fire roaring, a great deal of blankets on the sofa, a tray of tea and anything to help my dear Christine. Both of us ignored the fact we were freezing and soaking wet, instead we set to helping out the love of my life that I held in my arms, as if we had both mentally agreed that our state of health meant nothing compared to that of Christine's. I looked over to Nadir gratefully as we set to work and decided that I would never berate the man again, not after he had just saved my dear Christine's life.

RIGHT. THERE YOU HAVE IT. I HOPE YOU ARE ALL HAPPY. Of course she didn't die I'm not that cruel! I basically just spent at an hour and a bit spewing this out so I hope you appreciate it! ;) As always, I don't own any of the characters and all rights go to Gaston Leroux etc... Grateful for any reviews! :)