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Erik watched as Christine began furiously swimming. But that damned wedding dress he had forced her to wear was weighing her down in the water. He would not let anything happen to his beautiful Angel of Music.

Rushing into the water, Erik quickly reached Christine. He wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her along as he swam with the other. Erik did not even see that Raoul had been swimming towards her, attempting the same rescue that he was performing.

Once the water was shallow enough, Christine attempted to walk the rest of the away, but Erik picked her up in his arms, and carried her the last few steps to the shore. Although shivering, she weakly smiled at him.

What was this girl thinking? Did she realize she was smiling at him and not her beloved fiancé? Perhaps she was in shock from the coldness of the water. Yes, that had to be it.

If only Christine realized how much pain this was causing him. Here she was with him, literally in his arms, and she would shortly leave him again... probably singing away with that pompous Raoul.

Erik gently set Christine down on the bench in front of his organ. "Wait here," he ordered before walking away. It seemed as if within seconds the Phantom had reappeared, and she barely had time to register what was happening until five blankets had been tightly wrapped around her.

While finding the blankets to keep Christine warm, Erik heard the voices of the mob he knew was coming; for the moment, though, the voices were off in the distance. Christine was his concern now. The worry about voices drifted further from his mind as Christine once again gave him a dazzling smile and whispered, "Thank you, my Angel."

"Erik," he softly whispered back. Their gaze holding steady, Erik noticed Christine smile even more as she learned his name. As their eyes revealed hidden secrets to one another, they hardly noticed Raoul as he walked towards them.

They had been singing beautifully together. Christine had placed her head lovingly on his shoulder, and although he had just escaped certain death, Raoul could not have been happier the way things were turning out.

The Phantom had released Christine, and they were making their escape together! They would move far away from the haunting memories of the Opera Populaire, marry each other in the grandest of ceremonies, and live their blissful and grand lifestyle together as man and wife.

Raoul's thoughts came to a hazy end as he felt the boat slightly rocking. Turning, he saw Christine lower herself into the water with a splash that echoed throughout the tunnel.

Could it be? Did that monster still have some control over his fiancé which caused the unthinkable action he was now witnessing?

For the second time that night, Raoul found himself swimming in the murky waters of the labyrinth. He was gaining on her, he would reach her soon and rescue her! But with a shock of horror, Raoul saw the Phantom reach her first, swimming with her back towards his lair.

Raoul kept swimming. He would not let that demon from Hell take away his Christine, after all they had been through. With adrenaline surging through him, Raoul swam with additional effort as he saw the Phantom pick up Christine and carry her onto shore. He continued swimming as he watched Christine be set down on a bench. As Raoul neared the shallow water, he saw the Phantom was wrapping Christine in blankets. How considerate of him, Raoul sarcastically thought to himself.

Raoul was now walking towards them, ready to fight or do whatever he needed to free his fiancé from this nightmare once and for all. Anger flared through him as he saw Christine smile up at the half disfigured face. Had the Phantom somehow enchanted her to be able to willingly look up and smile at him, with a look in her eyes that resembled the one she so often looked upon Raoul with? Confusion seeped its way into Raoul's mind as he realized the look Christine was giving the Phantom was more intense- passionate- than any look he had ever received from her.

Whatever was happening, Raoul would put a stop to it now. Pulling out his sword, Raoul prepared to do whatever necessary to win his Christine back.