I rummaged through the pile of envelops that lye in my hand searching for some clue, or some hint that could assist in my plan.

I threw bills carelessly on the ground and let them flutter away with the wind. I stopped when I had reached a letter from an opera house in London. I slowly opened the seal carefully to make sure I left no marks behind and read the letter that was inside.

Dear Missure Lambert,

It would seem the man had taken Addie's last name. He probably didn't have his own. I doubted the monster even had a first name.

We are pleased to inform you that we enjoyed your work. We hope to perform your opera next month. We would be pleased if you could join us August 3rd to start rehearsals.

"Perfect," I mouthed grinning.

"I promise we will only be gone a month," I said squeezing Liana. I had become so close to her during these past few weeks. She cared for me. I could tell by the worry in her eyes behind that fake grin. She didn't like the fact that I was traveling and so late in pregnancy, but I couldn't bare to be away from Erik for an entire month. I could barely breathe when he was an inch from my side. I had pestered him for hours until he finally gave in.

Erik stepped out into the night fully dressed. He had on a tight black suit with a gold undershirt. His robe was black and the unseen view was gold as well. He wore a matching gold mask that covered his whole face down to his lips. His lips were the only thing in sight. He helped me to slowly step into the carriage and I slid to the side as he sat next to me. I felt that familiar sense of both desire and fear well up inside of me peaking out from behind some lost corner in my soul. He had made the transition. I was no longer sitting with my dear Erik. The opera ghost lay at my side. I loved both of them. No I didn't love the opera ghost. I loved Erik, but I lusted after the opera ghost. I gazed at the terrifying handsome man that sat at my side. He turned to me. I just wanted to have him right here in this carriage. Sometimes he looked so good it hurt. I tried to capture his features but the lighting was dim within the small carriage. The only lighting that peaked through shone down from the heavens.

Erik and I stared at each other's bare bodies. He was so utterly perfect in every way. When he lay above me I found no thoughts of regret crossing my mind. Tonight was our night. Tonight would be the night I become a woman.

When our bodies finally became one it wasn't what I had been expecting. It was beyond any pain I had ever experienced, but the pain only seemed to compliment the pleasure. Our bodies were dripping with sweat. I had never believed it would take me on such an emotional ride. Oh, I began crying tears of joy and screaming with pleasure. The blood was the most horrid detail. There was blood everywhere and most of it was mine. He had stopped to ask me if he was hurting me. He would rather restrict his manly desires that were nearly driving him insane if it resulted in my pain. He looked so worried. I had never been stared at in such a manor before. He wanted nothing then to hold me. He wanted nothing then to see my happiness. Behind his eyes I saw an urge to simply touch me. I felt the same way. All I wanted was to join gently.

I wouldn't let go. I didn't wish to separate. We were now one. The thought caused me to cry. I tried so hard to keep him inside me forever, but I could only cry out his name one last time before falling asleep in exhaustion.

I woke up with a smile. I had dreamt of our honeymoon. I realized Erik was shaking me violently. I opened my eyes and moaned. I wanted that dream to last until I could once again experience such pleasure in reality.

All my desires and fantasies dissolved at one gaze upon Erik's expression. The look of complete horror reflected from his face to mine. I wasn't sure I wanted to know what was wrong.

"We've stopped and we aren't in the right place," He whispered. I was thoroughly confused by his concern.

"Perhaps the driver made an incorrect turn?" I asked. He only furrowed his eyebrows in disagreement.

"I had sensed our change in direction quite a while ago." He said angrily running a hand over his slick backed wig.

I nearly jumped when the door swung open. A tall thin man in a brown suit and matching hat stood behind the door. His boney fingers twirled around a thick revolver. The sight caused a wave of shock to shake my brain. In my mind something snapped. A voice silently whispered that I was to die. I was going to be separated from the one I love. The voices within my head began to drive me mad.

The man threw Erik out of the carriage and pressed the revolver deeply into his skull. I flinched at the sight. Erik only scowled with anger. No sign of fear was visible on his face.

"Come or your lover gets it," he yelled. He wasn't going to wait all day. Eagerness rolled off his tongue. I flew out of the carriage with as much haste as humanly possible.

He forced me to walk in front of him. I followed were he guided Erik not daring to disagree. I forced myself not to look behind my shoulder as we neared the rather large brick house that was before us.

The man forced Erik to walk to the right side of the house cursing when he didn't walk fast enough in his terms. The man stopped at a basement door that lay on the ground in chains. He inserted a key. The entire time he held up the gun with his other hand.

There was dim lighting by only a few torches but I could make out most of the room. It was all made of some type of smooth gray stone.

As we glided down the steps breathing became more difficult for me with each step. The air was thick and difficult to consume. The smell made me dizzy. My gag reflexes were set off more then five times from the indescribably foul scent. I had to lean a hand on the wall to keep from falling over. The man noticed my action and kicked me in the calves. I fell down and hit my knees hard. Erik turned around to strangle the man but was greeted by that all so friendly revolver.

"Do anything and she dies," he said pointing the gun at Erik's nose and then at me on the ground nearly laughing. Erik clenched his fist to retain his anger.

I closed my eyes once we had reached the bottom and I had seen more then I wished. Blood stains covered the floor and walls. One sight caused me to shiver. On the ground were five straight blood marks and I new exactly what they were. Fingernail marks. I closed my eyes and attempted to rid the traumatizing images. We were in a torture chamber.

"Oh God," I prayed, "I haven't asked anything of you for years," tears began welling in my shut eyes. "Please don't let this happen. My child deserves a chance to live." I begged the God that I somewhat doubted existed. I knew if there was such a thing he wouldn't allow this. Would he?

"Yes that's it. Be a good girl and cry," The twisted man said pleasantly. He turned back to Erik and made sure the bullets were secured in safely. He was going to shoot! I had to force every inch of courage I had. In that second, time seemed to slow down. Sound seemed to escape from reality. All I knew was what I saw. I pushed the man from his side with all my might. When he fell to the ground and surprise struck his face a gunshot still was sound. Sound came back into the world with that piercing gun's cry.

I screamed before realizing the bullet had missed Erik. If I hadn't pushed the man that bullet would have gone through his head. Pain returned to me as I was rewarded for my act of courage. The man threw me upon the pavement. My head thudded and I swore I heard a crack. My eyes gave out on me. Swirling dots of light covered my eyes and left dark spots when they disappeared. I listened intently to become aware of the world around me. I would have to rely on my other senses to survive. I was so frightened. I cried out Erik's name as I received punches to the cheek. I had never known a man to degrade a woman in such a way. I doubted he had a heart. If there is a living corpse walking this earth it's him. I felt struggling above me. I tried so desperately to find out what was going on. I felt the weight completely disappear from over me and crawled backwards. I waited for my vision to return. I could only see from the corner of my eye.

I wished when I had regained my vision that I hadn't for what I saw next will haunt me for the rest of my life. Erik stumbled back into the wall a knife halfway through his stomach. My eyes widened in terror. No this can't be happening! God why! I screamed louder then I had ever screamed before. I nearly deafened myself with my own cry. I wished that my life would end soon. I could not live without him. I had truly gone farther then my parents had. My nails tore into my own flesh with my uncontrollable mourning. His eyes begged my forgiveness as he slumped down on the ground with his last movement.

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