Disclaimer: No, I haven't suddenly become the owner of these people since the last chapter, lol. No one owns them!!! Especially not me.

A/N: *grins because she has reviews* yay!! Thank you guys! You're awesome! *grins again* Oh and Uni…I guess you can whack Raoul. But just once! And not too hard! I need him for this story!! lol

She ran through the labyrinth underneath the opera house. The dark was extreme and her lantern was dim. She ran until she reached the lake where she stripped off her dress and dove right into the icy waters. Somehow she made it to the other side. With her lantern gone, she groped through the darkness for the door. She finally found it and sprinted into the house.

"Erik!" she screamed. "Erik! Where are you?"

The house was destroyed. Everything was broken and thrown about the room. Nothing was left in order. Ripped pages of music littered the floor.

She waded through the debris. She reached the very edge of the room when she saw him.

"Erik!" she cried. She threw herself down next to him. "Erik…"

His clothes were soaked with blood and his eyes were closed.

Her sobs erupted through the eerie silence of the house.

"No please!" she screamed hysterically as she lifted him up slightly.

His eyes fluttered open and his hand reached up towards her face.

"Christine…why…" His hand dropped before it reached her cheek. She threw her arms around his still body as her body racked with her terrible cries.

She threw her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Christine!"

Raoul's voice pulled her out of the nightmare.

She stared at him in the dim light of the room, lit only by the candle Raoul held in his hands.

Suddenly she jumped out of the bed and took off at a run through the house.

"Christine!" Raoul called after her. But she wasn't listening. She sprinted down the stairs, her hair flying wildly behind her as she ran.

Raoul finally caught up with her as she was about to fling open the front door.

"Christine! Christine what are you doing?" he said frantically as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. He was frightened by this terrible frenzy.

"Let go of me Raoul!" she yelled. "Please! I have to help him! Let me go!" she pleaded.

"Christine, Christine it was a dream!" he told her calmly. He pulled her closer into his arms and she sagged to the floor. He followed her down. "It was just a dream Christine, it's alright," he said comfortingly. He rocked her in his arms as if she were a child and smoothed her hair soothingly. "A dream and nothing more."

The next day didn't look to be a good one. The weather was terrible. Rain beat down on the roof causing a dull thumping to echo through the house.

Raoul had held Christine for a long time. She had clung to him and cried until she had no tears left inside of her. Then he had picked her up and taken her back to her bed. She was exhausted from her crying and slipped back into sleep. She slept peacefully for the rest of the night, despite her horrible nightmare earlier.

When she woke up the next day, she found Raoul had breakfast in bed ready for her in an attempt to cheer her up, it seemed. She appreciated what he was trying to do, but hated the way it made her feel. It made her feel like she was a burden that he needed to care for. She sighed and smiled at him in thanks.

He grinned. "But Christine, I do have some bad news. I have to go out today, will you be alright on your own?" he asked her.

She admired his concern, but still…she didn't want to be pampered over this. It was just a stupid nightmare…wasn't it?

She and Raoul enjoyed their breakfast. He kissed her on the cheek and left the house. Christine sighed and pulled herself out of bed. She got dressed slowly. It was one of those days where she didn't really feel like doing anything.

She got out a book she had been reading and sat on the bed. But she couldn't concentrate on the story, she was recalling the image in her dream. Of Erik's body… She slammed the book shut and threw it across the room suddenly.

"Erik…" she whispered.

She sat on the edge of the bed, lost in her own thoughts. She left Erik to die. Silent tears began to make their way down her cheeks. Within in seconds she was sobbing. She slid off the bed and onto the floor. She was blinded by the continuous stream of tears sliding down her face.

She looked up at the full-length mirror in front of her. Her sobs abruptly stopped. She stood up on wobbly legs and walked slowly towards the mirror, transfixed on her reflection. She brought her fingertips up and slowly ran them over the cool, smooth glass. She started to sing softly. The song she always sang when he appeared to her. She sank to the ground, her fingers still on the mirror. She let her head fall onto the glass and willed the mirror to let her fall straight through. This time she knew he wasn't coming.

"Please let me through," she said to the mirror, knowing that it was useless. "Stories like this can't come true…" she said softly and the tears came again.

Raoul found her sometime later the same way, leaning against the mirror, her face stained with tears. He gathered her up in his arms and placed her on the bed.

"Raoul…." She whispered.

"I'm here darling," he said, sitting down and taking her hand.

"Mmmm…" she said in her daze. She was slowly slipping into that exhausted anguished sleep we've all heard about oh so many times.

"What is it Christine?" Raoul urged her.

"Erik…."

Raoul sighed as she drifted off to sleep. He was beginning to wonder if she'd ever be able to move past what had happened with that…Erik…

He knelt down next to the bed. "Tell me what I can do Christine," he whispered. She mumbled something in her sleep and rolled over.

Raoul stood up heavily and left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

Christine woke up an hour later, screaming yet again. She'd dreamt of Erik's death again. She couldn't stand it any longer. The thought tormented her constantly, every second of every day. She had to know. Did her dreams hold the truth? Was Erik really dead?

"This has to stop," she said to herself quietly. She quickly pulled on her shoes and her cloak and headed for the door. She glanced into the den on the way out and saw Raoul sitting by the fire. Raoul… He'd worry when he found her gone. She decided to leave a note so he'd know she was alright. She left it where she knew he'd find it and left the house.

The rain was still coming down in sheets. Christine hardly noticed. She looked around quickly and took off at a run for the town. She arrived there soaked to the skin. She jumped into the first carriage she found and instructed the driver to take her to Paris. It wasn't that far really…she'd be there in two hours at the most.

She leaned back into the soft seat and sighed. "What am I doing?"

A/N: Alright, I promise a plot. It's coming up soon….lol :) Please review!!!!! I wanna know what you think!!!! Thanks!!!! :)