Poor me, kidnapped on my bloody birthday. Don't ask me how old I am, I can't remember. Ha ha ha.

So...Erik and Danielle are off to the de Chagny mansion, but who will get there first? Does it really matter? I guess not...But read it, read it!

Erik rapped on the de Chagny's door hurriedly.

Raoul appeared on the interior side, rubbing his eyes; it was the middle of the night!

"Monsieur?" he asked groggily. Please don't be another angry citizen of Paris come to yell at me for my dinner disaster!

"Let me in de Chagny!" yelled Erik.

"Erik?" asked Raoul surprised, stepping out of the way as Erik stormed past him.

"Someone's taken her. I want her back," he said, throwing his hat from his head and smoothing his hair.

"What?"

At that moment, Danielle burst through the door, the door, of course, hitting Raoul in the back on the way.

"Danielle?" he asked, rubbing his new bruise. "What in Heaven's name are you doing arriving home at this late hour!"

"Erik!" screamed Danielle, caught off guard by the looming black figure who was the Phantom of the Opera behind Raoul.

Erik looked grim and cold-and angry. Danielle gulped. "What's going on?"

"Elsa has been taken from me," growled Erik, clenching his fists. "And I want her back."

Danielle's face acquired a look of horror. Elsa kidnapped too? After Gaston?

"Elsa? By who?" asked Raoul, finally awake. But now, his stomach began rumbling, so it would possibly act a hindrance to his clear thinking.

"I don't know, but I want her back!" yelled Erik, causing Danielle to jump.

"How do you know?" she asked, trying to save herself from going into hysterics.

"Because of this," Erik answered through gritted teeth, shoving a crumpled piece of parchment into her hands.

Danielle unfolded it and read the short note. She began to cry.

"We were trying to help you! And now both of them are gone!" she sobbed, holding her hands to her face.

"What?" snapped Raoul and Erik at the same time.

"Gaston-"

"Who?" asked Raoul.

"The man I met who knew about the person who was causing Hell for Erik...The one who tore up Elsa's room!"

Erik clenched his jaw shut. His temper was about to explode again. He wanted details, and he wanted them now.

"What do you mean," he asked in a low, dangerous whisper, "he knew who did those things?"

Danielle whimpered, frightened. "He knew...He met the man who did it..."

"Who was it!" roared Erik, taking hold of Danielle's shoulders.

"He didn't know his real name!" cried Danielle. "He just knew him by the title Celui!"

Erik released her, practically shoving her back into Raoul's arms. Who the hell is Celui?

"Erik, calm down-"

Wrong thing to say, Vicomte.

"Calm down?" Erik bellowed. "No! Why should I?"

"Erik!" Danielle said, unhappily. "We'll find her, we have to!"

Erik glared, considering knocking something over in his blind rage. But he thought on something and reconsidered his destructive idea.

"I was hoping," he said quietly, "you would know something about this Celui, you being the Vicomte of the city of Paris. You should know everything and everyone in it, am I correct?" He was hopeful and therefore a tad bit calmer, but still his anger presented itself.

"Celui?" asked Raoul to Danielle, who nodded. "Celui..." He pondered a bit. "I may have heard the name tossed around somewhere..."

Erik stood rigid, waiting for Raoul to say something along the lines of "I know exactly who he is and I know where he lives! Let's go kill him!" but the words never came. Instead, the Vicomte sighed heavily and helf his hand to his head, still thinking.

"I can ask around tomorrow...Question a few people..." Raoul said.

"What do we do tonight?" asked Danielle in a small voice.

"We wait," Raoul said.

The words obviously angered Erik even more, because he picked up his hat almost mechanically and set it on his head.

"Well, if none of you are going to take any action tonight," he said sternly, not looking at either of them, "I'll be taking my leave."

"Erik, we'll start first thing tomorrow. Don't worry," tried Raoul. Oh, his damned stomach! How he wished for a sandwich...

Erik merely pushed aside the Vicomte and Danielle, and left the de Chagny mansion.

"Where do you think he'll go?" asked Danielle.

"Hopefully not trying to find Elsa by himself," answered Raoul sorrowfully. He was sad to hear Elsa was gone...But he did need sustinence.

Danielle sighed and made her way heavily to her room, thinking, First Gaston, now my best friend-Now Elsa.

She fell asleep quickly, tears in her eyes.

Erik, on the other hand, didn't have that easy of a time finding rest. Instead of going searching for Elsa, he returned to his home under the opera house.

He removed the packages he had recently bought from the gondola and placed them on the piano, tears in his eyes. They were all for her...But she wasn't there to accept them. She was gone. With heavy heart and mind, he made his way to her bedroom and cleaned up a little.

Late in the night, after he had the room looking emmaculate again, he collapsed on her bed from physical and mental exhaustion, and sang himself into a dreamless sleep.

Awww Erik...How I love him. And about that...To IndiaPyro: I know it's not an infatuation. I don't know how to explain it, but its just a feeling you'll have to trust me on. After seeing Phantom of the Opera and reading the book, I really started to understand myself and what my passions are...I may not be as extreme as Erik about those passions, but we've got them in common, and I do believe I love him. I may not marry him, but he'll always have a place in my heart, you know?

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