AN: Oy… thanks for all of the lovely reviews people, they really help. I'm not even sure that I'm going to be able to keep up with this update for the moment. I'm rather uninspired –sigh- however, I shall try my hardest to update this at least once a week once I get into it.

Part Two

Erik stayed with Christine until he was sure that she was in a comfortable sleep. She murmured incoherently for the first few moments of her slumber, before she succumbed to the deeper depths of sleep.

After a few moments of staring at her angelic form, he made his way to the music room, his hands screaming to play out a song.

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Eyes blinked open, and a sharp pain shot through her head. She had no recollection of what had happened before hand. She had woken in a pained heap on the roadside. There seemed to be no one around here, and a crashed carriage turned up on its side; she hadn't bothered to check inside of it before she turned and started walking.

She had no memories… no memories but one of a man. Who was he? She tried to remember who it was that the man had told her…

'Cross the lake on the Rue-Scribe side…' The lake… beneath the Opera House… 'By the well Christine… my angel… where I first held your trembling body… oh, my angel!'

She remembered the compassion and love in that voice… that musical voice… she wanted to go to that voice. He had told her to come for him, if only she could remember who he was!

Azure eyes finally took in their surroundings. She was in a wonderfully furnished room in what looked to be a rather rich mans house; so, he was rich? She continued to look around, laid propped up in the strange bed with its rosy sheets. The room was beautiful, and vaguely familiar. She knew that this was somewhere that she had been before, and yet the memories and recollections of the times and events that had passed while she had resided here still would not come to her. She brought her hand slowly to her head, meaning to brush a strand of blonde hair from her face. Instead, she was met with sharp pain as her fingers came into contact with a wound that she couldn't remember attaining. Could it be that this wound had caused her to loose her memories?

She stood and slowly made her way around the room, it seemed such a comforting place. Thank goodness that her battered memory had remembered this man…. This man… who was this masked man? Whose face laid beneath the white porcelain that she had no recollection of, and yet had subconsciously made her way to?

There was indeed only one way for her to ever know. Though she knew nothing about the layout of this house, she felt a gut instinct that nothing within its walls would hurt her for the moment… but she mustn't go to the lake alone. There was something or someone terribly wrong at the lake. A song… a Siren. Her brain screamed with the exertion of trying to pull the memory from the black depths that seemed to be holding it, so she let it slip back into the darkness' grasp. There would be time to remember later… for the moment, the one thing that she was focusing on was finding that man and getting a few answers as to whom he was, and why she had been called back here when nothing else in her life could be remembered.

She walked silently to the door, taking in the fact that the other minor wounds on her body were dressed, and she was in different clothes. Had he changed her then, or had she at some point awoken from her injury induced slumber long enough to help him along the way? So many questions that couldn't be answered until she found him! She stopped on the hallway of the great house, listening for any sound or sign that would lead her in the right direction. From her left, very softly and vaguely… she heard the music. As she drew nearer and nearer, the haunting melody continued to flood into her ears.

Breathlessly, she entered the room.

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Raoul De Changy woke with a terrible headache and a sense of panic. The whole scene rushed back to him in a nauseating wash of memory. The carriage had been winding down the road, and Christine sat beside him, her head laid softly on his shoulder, looking off into the distance. Raoul had had no doubt in his mind who it was the she was remembering. It had to have been Erik…

Christine!

Raoul jumped quickly from the broken carriage, where he had been when the horses had spooked and took of at a neck breaking speed that had finally been intercepted with sharp turn and a sudden drop. One of the horses laid on its side, wide brown eyes glazed over in death, its head turned at a sharp angle, which could attest to the cause of death. The other was no where to be seen, so Raoul assumed that he had miraculously come from the incident unscathed and wandered off.

He looked around, his panic rising as he searched fruitlessly for Christine. Where could she have gone? Surely the crash couldn't have thrown her that far! What if she had gotten up and wandered off… or what if some animal had gotten her and dragged her away? He saw no evidence of the latter conclusion, so he had to assume that his first guess had been correct. How was he going to find her?

What if she had wandered off to get him help when he didn't wake from the crash? Could it be that she was on her way back to him at that very moment, with help no less; he couldn't be sure.

Wiping a small trickle of blood from his face, a determined look crossed into the young Viscounts eyes. He was going to find her, he had to! The only thing that he could do at that moment, however, was make his way to the nearest town and inquire about her.

He had to find Christine.

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AN: Okay, that chapter was just pretty much setting up the next one. Of course, in the next one, Christine is going to find Erik playing, and we're going to hear a little bit more about Raoul's search. Yay Erik… sorry, personal opinion… but… Boo Raoul! I've never liked him, and don't ask me why. IM: Deathsrequiem07

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