Baby-Vixen- I love your story you should write more.

Peppermintoreo-I'll try to keep it out of corny. I'll try not to over do it I guess.

Phantomgoddess34- Thank you for loving my story. I really like your story too.

Kristinekat13- I'll try to progress faster but I've had writers block.

A/N I don't own Erik or any relations to the play, the musical or the book "the phantom of the opera".

Chapter 2….

"No one tells me what to do in my house. Now get out!" the greasy man yelled back.

"I wouldn't really call this a home. And I would gladly leave but not with out her." what the hell am I doing. This woman is of no consequence to me. I should just leave now. No I need to speak with her. She's going to die if I don't do something now.

"As I said before leave now!" Expecting him to leave he continued to hit Rouge. Erik didn't know what came over himself. He grabbed the nearest object that could pierce the flesh. It was a piece of wood on the ground. Erik held the wood like a spear and stabbed the man through the back. The tip showed through his stomach like an extra limb. It was dripping with blood. The man died instantly. He had his fist above his head ready to strike again. This man fell back forcing the wood the go fully through his stomach. Erik wasn't fazed by this. He had killed before.

Erik was heading down the stairs with the women in his arms. She seemed to have passed out. He had no choice but to take her back to his lair. Erik looked down at the fragile body in his arms. She had scratches and bruises everywhere. The dress she wore was so worn it was as if she wasn't wearing anything. Erik didn't run (author: because when people say Erik ran he looks funny in my mind.) but kept a brisk pace and came to his destination in due time. The best way to care for her would to let her rest. He laid her gently in his bed and left her in peace.

Christine……

I'm going to leave this place now. No I should wait. What if Erik is in pain and needs me? What if Erik doesn't want you any more? Erik always want me, right? Maybe so but after what you've done to him will he still love you as much as you claim. If I've hurt him so I should go and apologize. No Raoul will be home soon. You must stay here. He will come for you. But I miss him so greatly. Christine sobs silently. She has no angel to comfort her.

Rouge……

Rouge woke in a bed of satin. The only thing she remembers is passing out while Jorge beat her. Yet where was she now. She tried the get into a sitting position only to find her back was very sore. (How lame that doth sound. I'll try better.) She started to get into a sitting position but her back winced at the slight movement. It seems Jorge beat her more then usual.

Rouge how are you going to be able to work at the mill tomorrow.

Since rouge's back hurt too much to be able to get into a full sitting position and she didn't want to lie back down for that would also be painfully. So it would seem she was stuck half sitting half lying. This place was unfamiliar to her yet someone must have brought her here.

"Bonjour. Est-ce que n'importe qui est là ?" (Hello. Is anyone there?)

She was met with silence. Maybe they're out somewhere. I'm not much to have to worry about. I wonder how long I've been asleep.

"Ce serait environ deux jours." (That would be about two days.) It was a man with a deep sensual voice who spoke. Yet how did he know what rouge was saying?

"Je ne veux pas être un embêtement mais comment vous ai su ce que je disais?" (I don't want to be a bother but how did you know what I was saying?) Her voice surprisingly stayed steady. She was in fact frightened to be hardly able to move in a place unknown to her and with a man who could read her thoughts.

"Aucun besoin de dessus comme vous-même en votre état de s'inquiéter du non-sens n'aiment cela. Venez laissez-moi vous aider de nouveau dans le lit." (No need for on such as yourself in your condition to worry about nonsense like that. Come let me help you back into bed.) As he came closer she saw what he looked like. His attire was simple but eloquent. Black breeches with a white dress shirt half way opened to reveal a very sensual chest. Yet he also wore a mask that hides half of his face. Why doth he wear a mask? What does he need to hide?

He came to her side and gently slid her back under the covers. She felt no pain this time which she was very thankful.

"Merci monsieur."(Thank you sir.)

"Ne me remerciez pas juste encore. Une fois que vous êtes entièrement guéri vous me dédaignerez. Ne vous préoccupez pas avec de tels travaux durs encore. Reposez-vous maintenant si je sais que quelque chose que vous devrez être bien reposé pour pouvoir m'aider." (Do not thank me just yet. Once you are fully healed you will despise me. Do not trouble yourself with such toils yet. Now rest if I know anything you will need to be well rested to be able to help me.)

She wanted to reply but was worried what he'll do. (Sorry if this sounds modern) Who said I'd help the likes of you. For all I may now he kidnapped me and now says I must help him. What nerve. Well I guess I should rest.

Erik…..

Erik stood outside the jeune dame (young lady) room. He was at a lost at what to do. I should rest as well. He went and slept in his black coffin.

Sorry if this chapter is short and uneventful. I'm also sorry for taking so long to post this. I hope you enjoyed my story.

Peace out

IndiaPyro