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Chapter 4:One, Two and Three

Christine's P.O.V

"Erik." She repeated to herself softly. "Erik." She looked at him. He was apparently busying himself gathering sheets of music and clumsily tossing them on various objects on which being set upon, would just fall again. Finally giving hope up of getting off the subject, he stood up straight and looked at her.

Phantoms P.O.V

"Yes. Erik is my name. Is the a problem with that mademoiselle?" He asked briskly. With a sharp shake of her head he looked pleased. "Good", he said more brightly. "Now if you don't mind, I'd surely like to go somewhere more private and comfortable, wouldn't you?" She was standing there almost stunned. He sighed and asked more frustrated this time. "Shall we stay here then?" Still no answer from, her small and fragile figure.

Suddenly she whirred around and said, "If we leave shouldn't we find somewhere I can put my belongings?" He looked down beside her and saw a few suitcases of stuff. She must of thought of moving in with him right away. He couldn't do that! He hadn't a place of his own! Then he thought of something.

"My dearest Christine, wouldn't your fiancé be looking for you? You have been gone for a while." She gasped and started running around.

"What should I do! What shall I do?" She muttered under her breath. He could see the panic rising inside her. He started to ponder himself. If he should come, he would be armed and yet the mighty Phantom with noting! Only his music. And singing a song wouldn't work. He started thinking madly and then it came to him.

"I KNOW!" They shouted in unison. "I could…" Christine started. "You could…." Was what came out of the Phantoms mouth at the same time. They both turned beat red and started mumbling until Christine finally spoke up.

"I thought we could travel down those hallways and find a convenient place to hide ourselves." She smiled nervously and waited for his reply. He looked at her as if pondering the idea and then his voice filled the empty space again.

"No that would be too obvious." He smiled. "I shall leave the Opera House momentarily and wait until Raoul leaves. Meanwhile you must leave back to your home and when he gets back tell him you're ill. Tomorrow you shall say you are headed to the doctors, while really you will be meeting me at the graveyard. From there we shall take off for another city." He looked at her. His eyes begging for approval. When a smile slowly spread across her confused face he could of ran up to her and kissed her. But that seemed quite inappropriate at the moment.

"Alright" she replied grinning. "I knew my Angel could think of something. But how shall I pack my belongings.?"

He stood there thinking for a moment until he decided. "Tonight at the moon. Fill a carriage with your things and send it off to the graveyard. I shall wait here and hide them in an empty tomb. We will collect them next morning." Christine grimaced at the thought of her things in a cold damp cellar. But if it meant being able to be with her true love for the rest of her life, she was willing to do it.

Raouls P.O.V

As soon as the carriage had come to a near stop, Raoul had already jumped out and was running up thee golden staircases. Heart pounding in his ears, he knew Christine would be here. The little… he couldn't finish the thought. He loved her too much to say anything that horrible about her.

Pushing the large marble doors open, he caught the strong scent of burnt material and mould. After regaining his thoughts, he hurried up yet another staircase and turned sharply to his left. That, he recalled, was the corridor, which led to the dorm where he had first seen his true love in such a long time. He remembered how vivid the colors had been and how lively all the faces were. Now it was as if it could of never happened.

After finally reaching the burnt and already opened door, he turned yet another left and saw the crisp vanity mirror. Slowly making his way towards it he noticed glove marks trailing the rim of it. More proof Christine had been there. And probably still was. As he stepped into the hollow passage, he felt almost scared for a moment. Scared over the fact the fact that this was the exact hallway that monster had led Christine down. And he could of kept her there forever, nobody knowing where to find her. Before he knew it, he was standing before the glassy lake, which he crossed to determine Christine's fate. Shuddering this time, not because he was cold, but because he was scared. Scared of what he would find on the other side of that lake. Then those horrid memories came back.

"Free her. Do what you like only free her! Have you no pity?" Raoul cried desperately, reaching his arms through the thick metal gate. He heard the Phantom snicker slightly. And Christine turned the corner and gasped when she saw Raoul.

"Your lover makes a passionate plea." He turned to Christine and he could see the hatred in her eyes.

Christine turned to Raoul and looked into his eyes. "Please Raoul it's useless." She pleaded. Yet he disobeyed this plea and tried another useless attempt.

"I love her! Does that mean nothing! I love her, show some compassion!" Before he could say anything more, the Phantom whipped around and spat.

"THE WORLD SHOWED NO COMPASSION TO ME! He glared at Raoul for a moment then he seemed to calm down a bit.

Finally giving up hope, he rested his arms between the bars and lowered his head. Then it came to him to try a softer more gentle approach. Not thinking it would work he sang softly. "Christine, Christine. May I see her?" He heard a soft voice reply immediately.

"Be my guest, sir." The Phantoms voice sounded sly but Raoul seemed to trust him as he reached down to pull the lever. As soon as the gate had risen high enough, Raoul cautiously stepped under and heard a slow clanking behind him. He glanced behind when he heard a slight 'clunk'. When he looked back the Phantom was singing . "Welcome good monsieur, did you think that I would harm her?" As he was singing this he reached down and grabbed something out of the water. "Why would I make her pay for the sins which are YOURS!" Now he slammed Raoul up against the gate and was winding a rope around him tightly. He struggled but the Phantom overpowered him and got him tied up. "Order your fine horses now! Raise up your hand to the level of your eye! Nothing can save you now except for her, Christine!" He glared at her. "Start a new life with me or send your lover to his death!" He sung to her. And that's where the story started to end.

Phantoms P.O.V

As he watched Raoul leave the Opera house, the Phantom sighed. Finally he thought to himself. I thought I would freeze before he left. Well, enough chit chat with yourself. Time to go get your things together.

Authors note.

YAY! Sry it took so long to post this but my computer was being transferred into another room. I'm so happy! This is my longest chapter yet so I hope you all take time to R&R. ENJOY!