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A/N: Thanks to those who was so kind to leave a review for my first chapter! You inspired me to write even faster:D Hope you all like this chapter too 

Christine's eyelids fluttered open, as she came back from the unconscious state she had been in.

She was about to sit herself up, when she froze instantly, by the feeling of a hoarse breath in the crook of her neck.

Then again.

Christine was shaking all over, as she turned her face against the continuous breathing in her neck.

When she had a full view of the man lying next to her she quickly jumped out of the bed, causing the mysterious man to wake up.

"Who are you?" Christine yelled at the man.

"Do you not remember me Christine? Your angel of music?"

Christine went back a few steps. He can not be my angel of music! He's just a man! Then all of the memories of the previously events crawled back into Christine's mind.

Her knees started to buckle, as they had done, when he put his hands on her face.

It really is him… Christine felt a shiver go down her spine, at that thought.

The Phantom just stood there opposite her, wondering about the reasons for his angel's sudden outburst.

Why did I have to fall asleep next to her! I didn't mean to. I was just so tired… But she already thinks the worst of me, so what's the use of trying to tell her! I should never have taken her here!

"Are you alright Christine?" He asked, truly concerned.

She didn't look alright. She looked like she was going to faint again.

Still no answer.

"I asked if you were alright Christine!" He was starting to get rather upset, but still no answer. She just looked at him. Looked right through him. He couldn't really read the expression in her eyes, but he guessed that it had to be fear mostly.

"Where am I?" She looked a bit pale and shaky.

"I've brought you to my home." He was calm again. Feeling a little relieved that she was still talking, after all.

What is she thinking? Is she going to escape? No! Why would she do that? The phantom continued to stare at her. Because you abducted her for your own sweet pleasure. Because you don't deserve her! He then looked down. Trying to avoid the blaming look, he was sure that she was giving him.

Christine was looking around the cavern, that she first now realised she was standing in.

The bed was covered in beautiful red and gold pillows, and with the white curtain, that had a stunning pattern on, it was complete.

The walls in the rather large cavern were covered with black, blood red and grey-white fabric.

It looked beautiful, did Christine think. It looked so powerful, but at the same time longingly and sad.

There was standing a large grand piano, by one of the walls.

Then her eyes wandered on to the lake that was lying right in the middle of everything. The lake and the rest of the cavern were lit up with the hundreds of candles that were placed all around.

Christine was simply dumbstruck by the amazing sight before her eyes.

"What is this place?" Did she ask, like a little girl that sees the ocean for the first time.

"Like I told you, it's my home." The masked man looked at her again, with something in his eyes she couldn't really understand.

She started to pace around the room. She could feel his eyes on her the entire time. Then his words interrupted her pacing.

"Do you like it? My home I mean."

She looked at him. He seemed tense. Why is he tense? I'm the one who should be tense! He took me to this strange beautiful place without giving me any choice at all! Of course Christine's thoughts stayed in her head.

"It's very beautiful… But I need to ask you something."

The Phantom hesitated a moment, and then answered.

"You can ask me anything my angel." He still hadn't lost eye contact with Christine.

"Why did you lie to me?" She crossed her arms over her chest, as if she were cold.

"I would never lie to you without a good reason my dear." He stayed as calm as he could, but still the question irritated him a little bit.

"A good reason?" She was starting to get irritated as well. "You fooled me to think that you were an angel! You're nothing but a man with a mask!" Her now wet eyes narrowed a little.

"You were the one who thought I was an angel!" His jaw clenched. "I gave you hope Christine!"

He couldn't believe what he heard. All these years where he had protected her, guided her, taught her… And now this! He had taken the little girl under his wings when she needed protection the most.

"False hope!" She started to walk slowly towards him. "I trusted you." Her voice seeped of despair.

"I know that," He said in a menacing voice "and with good reason." He suddenly closed the gap between them. He could feel Christine tremble, and her breath started to get erratic.

He now stood right in front of his little angel, and looked down on her.

"Please l-let me go home?" Her eyes fell to the ground, and a single tear fell down her cheek.

"Why? So you can come home to your lover, that little Vicomte of yours!" His voice was trembling with rage and unspoken jealousy. He twisted some of Christine's hair in between his fingers. "Cant you se he's using you?" His voice was suddenly gentle and kind.

She looked up in his eyes, and at once his heart was stinging with the hurt in her eyes.

He then took her face in his large hands, and tenderly caressed her cheekbone.

"You are so beautiful. And you are mine." He said with an intimidating voice.