A/N: This chapter is so good it doesn't need an Authors Note to start it!
Disclaimer: I wished for my birthday, I wrote to Santa, I checked each easter egg, and on every falling star, but I still don't own Phantom of the Opera, or any of it's characters.
No matter how much I tried I could never forget the series of events.
Just as I suspected and feared, Raoul met me in my dressing room. Erik took a
different route to the lair and was therefore not there to kill him.
What kind of person have you become?
I don't know.
Wishing somebody dead!
Oh my god I did! What kind of horrible person am I!
I started to cry, it was awkward, right there in front of him for, as far as he knew, no
reason. He said something but I didn't hear what it was. It was probably something
sweet and comforting, but I could have cared less.
I felt Erik's presence.
He's here the phantom of the opera
Those days were all over now, there were no phantoms, no ghosts, just Erik.
You've past the point of no return. Is this what you really want?
I don't know, how am I supposed to know what I want until I have it?
Guess.
Well I guess I love Erik.
What about Raoul?
Well I guess he's just one of those people who gets in the way.
What are you going to do about it?
Raoul said something about a rabbit, I had no clue what, I was busy with my mind.
My mind would have to wait, because at that moment the mirror opened and out
walked Erik. He looked very annoyed. He must have been listening to Raoul. I
must have missed something important.
"Come Christine I am talking you away from this monster"
Raoul took my hand. I jerked away, but I was either too weak or he was to strong.
Erik stepped in. All he did was get out the Punjab lasso and Raoul let go.
Mental note: get punjab lasso.
p.s.: buy cheese
Raoul was up against the door. I was hoping he'd leave. He didn't. He lunged
across the room, missed both Erik and I and headed straight into the mirror.
Which led to the labyrinth.
This game isn't over. The rules have just changed.
It was true, however now he was on Erik's turf. In the world of the night.
And in the night, the tables turn.
A/N: You guys have no clue how much fun I had writing that! R&R!