A/N: Girl (I am not a boy so I can't say 'boy, I …), I have been having WAY too many good ideas! It has taken me 2 days to write 4 chapters!        

Disclaimer: If I did own PotO, I would be watching PotO over and over again, not twiddling my fingers on a keyboard!

Chapter 4: Game of Death

Meg Giry was a beautiful, and a talented young opera singer, but not quite as good as Christine. She ran to Christine's old dressing room, her blond hair streaming behind her. The pink gown she was wearing made scratching noises on the cold stone floor. She opened the mirror door carefully. Since she and Erik had become a sort of friends he had come to her, but his news was much too important to wait. She kicked off her silk slippers then plunged into the dark tunnel in front of her.

She ran, hoping with her heart and soul that Erik had gotten a new boat, she looked at the lake in widening in her view, vigorously looking for a boat. She sighed, of course no boat, Raoul had taken it. She lifted up her skirts and stepped into the water, she shrieked, for it was cold, then stepped back in courageously.

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Christine was still asleep; her chestnut hair tangled everywhere, when Erik heard the scream. It did not wake Christine, so he carefully laid her in the red velvet bed, then tip-toed out of the room. He listened for another noise, but none came. He decided to investigate and stepped into the water going toward the entrance into the lake.

As he moved he looked carefully at the water in front of him, he looked for ripples, and at last he saw some coming form the other direction, he pulled out a knife and slinked silently down the cavern.

"Who dares to enter this place?" Erik yelled, hearing his words repeated as the bounced off the walls.

"Just me, Erik." Said a panting voice. Meg.

Erik rushed on, just too nearly run Meg over, "What happened? Why are you down here?"

Meg was still faithfully holding up her dress, and still panting for breath, "Important news…have to rest…Raoul…" She fainted into Erik's outstretched arms.

Erik sighed, picking Meg up all the way, and steadily making his way back to his lair.

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Raoul smiled evilly as he rode to the new police station, which was next to the Opera Populaire. He slid off of his brown stallion and tied it to the pole placed in the front. He stepped in and asked to report a kidnapping.

"Who might that be?" The sergeant asked him.

Raoul carefully made his face full of emotion, "My fiancée, Christine Daae. And I think I know who the criminal is." He proceeded to describe Christine and the Phantom.

Raoul had gone to the hotel where Christine had had a room, provided by him, only to find that all her belongings were there, but no Christine. He knew the Phantom had her, but where had they gone? Were they still in Paris? Or had they eloped, knowing he would come? He would not know until the Opera Populaire was searched, and searched it would be.

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Christine's eyelids fluttered open and she looked around her. When she was fully awake she wondered what was missing…Erik! She ran from room to room, but still no Phantom.

"If this is a joke, it isn't funny!" She yelled hysterically to the ceiling. Where had he gone? He had never left like this before. What was going one?

She was still crying on the floor when a warm hand touched her shoulder softly. She simply shrugged it off and shivered.

"Why are you crying?" Erik's voice enveloped her, and she relaxed.

She stood up and turned to face him, "I thought you had left me as well."

Erik shook his head and wiped a tear off of her face with his thumb, "No, mon ange. I heard a scream and found Meg." Christine followed where his finger pointed, there was Meg, lying on the stone steps, still unconscious.

She gasped, "What happened?"

Erik shrugged, "All she said was 'important news…Raoul…' and then she fainted."

Christine tried to take charge, "Put her in the bed, Erik."

Erik's eyebrows furrowed, "That is our room, and she can stay there until she is awake." He said it with finality, so Christine gave up with a shake of her head, "Fine by me then."

After Meg woke up she told them of how Raoul had accused Erik of kidnapping Christine against her will, and he was having the Opera Populaire searched for Erik and Christine.

"You better hide somewhere, Erik. They'll find you. I'm sure they will remember following you down here, and the way to get here." Meg said after all she knew had been said.

Erik continued to stare at the lake and murmured, "And so the game begins."

Christine was confused, "What game, Erik?"

The Phantom smirked, "The Game of Death, mon ange. The Game of Death."