Through an underground labyrinth, aiding his vision with a candle stick on his other hand, the Erik took Christine to his domain. The way was even darker than the halls of the Opera house, with a dampness that suffocated the lungs, but Christine was blind to all this. She occasionally looked back because she feared she was dreaming, but the veracity of the angel's touch was all too real. If this man, this creature in front of her, was an apparition, then Christine wished to not wake up. The thoughts in her head turned into music, and with the help of the voice that had guided her own she sang.
"In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came… that voice which calls to me and speaks my name. And do I dream again? For now I find the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind."
"Sing once again with me our strange duet . . . My power over you grows stronger yet . . . "Erik joined in. "And though you turn from me, to glance behind, the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind."
The journey by foot has come to an end. A gondola awaits them at a turn, Erik helps Christine board it. She sits by his feet and continues to sing as he stirs their way slowly across the misty waters of an underground lake.
"Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear . . ."
"It's me they hear . . ." he interrupts her.
With an invisible blessing that took place many years ago they join in song. Unknowingly they make a declaration of belonging to each other.
"My spirit and your voice, in one combined." they each say.
"The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my mind." Christine continues.
They arrive at a cave like location. Made to accommodate a more sophisticated creature, there are candles everywhere casting shadows on the walls. More candles rise from the bottom of the lake as the gondola makes it way to the edge. The place is museum of candles and papers scattered on the floor. There are many curtains hiding rooms within the lair. She is partially aware that she is in a man's earth castle.
"Sing, my Angel of Music!" a melodic, but demanding voice, casts a spell on her once more.
Christine sings a strange tune. Her song becomes more and more extravagant until her throat contains no more sound and they have reached the edge. The man that once she only knew as her angel, but that now appears a man, a striking man with haunting eyes and a secret guarded by a mask, climbs out of the boat and onto his dark realm.
He takes off his cape and elegantly swirls it before dropping it to the floor. Taking one last glance her way he walks up to an enormous pipe organ placed meticulously in the center of the cave. With his back facing Christine he speaks, his deep voice sends chills through Christine's spine.
"I have brought you to the seat of sweet music's throne . . . to this kingdom where all must pay homage to music . . . music . . . You have come here, for one purpose, and one alone . . . Since the moment I first heard you sing, I have needed you with me, to serve me, to sing, for my music . . . my music . . ."
Those words, spoken so caressingly slow, made Christine close her eyes to enjoy their sound. Erik turns to her and seeing how his voice affected her begins to chant a melody that he hopes will convey his emotions toward her. Night, who has always been Erik's companion, awards him with the benefit of dark, a state in which she cannot see his face.
"Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation . . . Darkness stirs and wakes imagination . . . Silently the senses abandon their defenses . . ."
Christine gasps, emotions unknown to her before are awakening inside her.
"Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor . . . Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender . . ." Erik continues.
Erik has made his way to Christine and once again offers his hand to her. She takes it, and walks with him, looking around hoping to find light in the abyss of darkness that surrounds her. With his free hand Erik gently touches her face.
"Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light, and listen to the music of the night . . ."
The wind, loyal companion to the night, plays along the notes that Erik presents, notes and words that come from the deepness of his soul.
"Close
your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams! Purge your thoughts
of the life
you knew before! Close your eyes let your spirit
start to soar!" He pauses for a moment, frees her hand and walks
away looking into her eyes. "And you'll live as you've never lived
before . . ."
Christine experiences painful detachment from his hand. Supplications, for his return to her, leave her eyes and search for him in the dark. Erik wishing to see her reaction to his voice once again observes as she breaths heavily with every note he makes.
"Softly, deftly, music shall caress you . . . Feel it, hear it, secretly possess you. . . Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness which you know you cannot fight; the darkness of the music of the night . . ."
Having feed his ego, Erik slowly walks back to her but refrains from touching her.
"Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world! Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before! Let your soul Take you where you long to be!" his voice echo strongly through the cave, then revisits a softer tone. "Only then can you belong to me . . ."
He was now close to Christine, too close, too dangerously close.
"Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!" his attempt to not touch her again failed, he embraces her from behind and grabs her hands placing it on his uncovered cheek. "Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation!"
Realizing the hazardous effect of her touch, Erik releases her hand and turns her to face him.
"Let the dream begin; let your darker side give in, to the power of the music that I write…the power of the music of the night."
With the humming of the wind still tuning his song, Erik leads Christine to one of the curtains and opens it, revealing a large mirror. In it Christine sees her image but she is wearing a wedding gown. Christine moves slowly towards it when suddenly the image disappears. She faints. Erik catches her and carries her to his bed, where he lays her down.
In one final attempt to persuade her mind, Erik utters the last words to his song.
"You alone can make my song take flight." He slowly strokes her face. "Help me make the music of the night."
