A/N- I'm so glad you guys like it! Okay, so since this chapter would've been extremely long, I've decided to make it into two chapters. Thank you for all the reviews!

Disclaimer: The Phantom of the Opera is not mine. All relations come from Mr. Gaston Leroux's novel The Phantom of the Opera. All characters that appear from this point and time in the story however are mine.

Chapter 36

Christine covered her mouth, still standing at the threshold of the door, shaking violently.

The man whose back was to her snapped his head around, a wicked smile stretched across his lips. His eyes were bloodshot and so frightening that Christine had to fight not to scream.

"Well, hello my dear." The man hissed taking a step toward her, his black cape falling off his shoulders.

"What are you doing?" she screamed, all self control lost, clenching her fists. "Let him go!"

The sight before her was the worst she'd ever see in her life; it would forever scar her.

Erik's wrists and ankles were ties to the gate that was supposed to be the right wall of the lair. His feet weren't touching the ground, but it didn't seem to faze him. He just stayed there, not fighting, not even acknowledging the Punjab lasso tied tightly around his sweaty neck. The rope held by Broderick.

All three were staring at her.

Erik squirmed. Christine nearly broke down, for there was a large menacing rope burn that had swollen, circumferencing his neck.

Charles stepped closer, "How have you been my love?" he questioned, brushing his hand down one of her soft cheeks.

She pulled away quickly running from him. "Don't touch me!"

"Oh, come now darling, is this any way to greet an old friend?" he hissed, mockery buried deep within each words core. He grabbed her hand.

Again, she pulled away, frightened out of her wits, "Don't touch me Charles, or should I say, Edward."

He went livid, "You snoop! No one likes pragmatist!"

He grabbed her upper left arm, and as he did Erik let out a long, low growl. "Let her go."

"What are you going to do, you putrid, repulsive animal!" he snapped tightening his grip on Christine's arm, even through her struggles to break free.

He nodded to Broderick and her tugged on the Punjab causing Erik to cry out in pain.

"Why are you doing this?" she sobbed, screaming, "You don't even know him!"

"I don't do I?" Charles mocked questioningly. "He's unfortunately my brother. You loathsome creature!" he spat at The Phantom. "You caused mother so much pain!"

Christine looked at Broderick, her eyes pleading. Why, why were they doing this?

She could stand Charles' insults no longer, she whirled around, and kicking him in the groin and punching him square in the face with all her strength.

He doubled over, smacking his head against a desk and blacked out momentarily.

The frail girl ran over to Broderick. "What are you doing?"

"Charles said he was threatening you and going to kill you." He jabbed a finger at Erik.

"Do you even know who he is?" she cried, "He's a killer! He murdered my fiancé a little over nine months ago!" She began to tremble again, how much time did she have before Charles came back to his senses.

Erik, turned his head abruptly, bewilderment and confusion in his eyes. He had no idea the Vicomte was dead.

Broderick's eyes widened.

"Do you remember that talk we had? The one where you said you loved Meg too much for you to let her go so easily and that you'd kill yourself if anything happened to her."

He nodded dumbfounded, what was he doing?

"I love my Angel, your killing him!" she sobbed tears falling faster and harder than ever before, her blonde ringlets attached themselves to the salty tears. "You're killing him Broderick! What if that was Meg?"

She felt arms grab her waist fiercely and felt cold blade rest on her neck.

Her breathing became shallow, cold fear shot down her spine

"You're mine Christine." Charles hissed.

She looked up and saw an alarming smirk on his face, blood pouring from a wound right above hisleft eye. His grip tightened around her.

He suddenly went livid, "Goddamn it! What are you doing?" Charled screamed.

Broderick had let go of the Punjab, Erik had one hand free and Broderick had untied his ankles. The dreaded Punjab lay abandoned on the floor.

A/N- Yup so the second part of the chapter should be up a little later.

I know everyone must want to mortally wound me for tying up Erik…

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