Disclaimer: I do not and never will own Erik or anyone else from POTO.

A/N: Thanks for the lovely reviews!!!! As I was reading them, I thought perhaps I should add a little bit more. After all, it does sound a bit unfinished and it kept bothering me so Aisling-Siobhan and Nicole Gruebel thanks for the tips!!!

Chapter 2

Everything went slow for Erik as he took the noose and threw it over the gypsy's head and quickly strangling him to death.

Now, he gazes upon the lifeless form barely registering what he just done. He heard a gasp and to his surprise and horror, the young girl who seconds ago was standing in front of his cage with pity, stared uncertainly at Erik. Fear coursed through his body and Erik began to shake. She saw him. And when the others find out he was good as dead.

The sudden terror of never finding his angel filled him. What was he going to do? What could he do? He was still stuck in his cage like a sitting duck.

"Hurry! Follow me!"

Erik looked up to find the lock broken off. The girl was holding the door opened, her hand motioning for him to come. "Hurry before they find you!"

Coming to a quick decision, Erik began to leave when he stopped for a moment to pick up a stuff monkey he made. He just managed to get out when "Murder!" was being cried out through the grounds.

Erik felt her hand slipping into his and dragging him out. Taking him away from this Hell to freedom.

He didn't know who this girl was, risking her life for his, but he knew he was deeply indebted to her for this act of compassion. She paused to open up a small window and practically shove him inside. Erik watched as she ran off and not sure what to do, followed his way through a hallway until he accidentally bumped into his savior.

"Come with me!" she urged, taking his hand once more. She led him through a series of doors until they reached an underground lake.

"There," she said. "You will be much safer here."

Erik looked around, taking in his new surroundings. Despite the fact it was dark and cold down here, he felt more at peace.

"Thank you," he whispered. Tears began to rim his eyes as he turned to look at her.

She was pretty, he thought, but not unlike his angel. No other person could compare to the beauty he sensed before all this took place.

"Your welcome. I can't believe they would do something like that to a human being."

Erik bit back the bitter comment in response to her "human being" remark.

She continued. "My name is Marguerite and I hope you consider to staying here for a while. If those gypsies find you…"

"Don't worry, I don't plan to return up there for some time," he said.

She nodded. "Very well. I'll come later to bring some food and warm clothing back…?"

"Erik," he finished for her. "My name is Erik."

Years have passed by and still as Erik reflected back to that day, he was still amazed he made it out alive. If Mme. Giry didn't help him escape he wouldn't be in the place he was so happily at.

"Papa, can you please tell me again the story of how you and Maman met?"

Chuckling, he picked up his little girl and swung her around before setting her. "Are you ever going to get tire of listening to that story?" he smirked as he gently patted her raven tresses. Her blue eyes twinkled as she eagerly shook her head. "Never Papa."

"Neither can I."

Erik glanced up to smile at his lovely wife. His Christine.

She scooped up their daughter and went to sit on her husband's lap. "Please, Erik, tell us?" Christine asked in a childish manner.

"For you mon ange anything," he breathed. Placing a sweet kiss on her lips, he began his tale:

"It all started when I was with the gypsies…."

The End

Now, I think that was a better ending, don't you think? Please review!!!