Chapter 3

Slowly he approached her, his clothes were soaked through, and clung to his thin, gawky figure. She couldn't keep her eyes off of him, she needed him.

"What... what was it?" She began to remove his wet jacket.

"Just a poor fool, he should have known better than to come into my world." His tone chilled her, making her small body shiver. He sensed her uneasy felling.

"I didn't kill him" He reassured her, trying to hid the importance of the man's death, "I tried to save him" She began to work on unbuttoning his vest.

"Who?" His body tensed up, he knew he shouldn't tell her, but he couldn't help himself. He couldn't hurt his precious Christine, but keeping it from her would hurt her more.

"Phillipe." Her finger's froze, as she looked up into his eyes.

"Raoul's brother?" He nodded his head, and dropped his gaze to the floor.

"He will come down soon, to save you." He backed away from her, but she persuade him.

"I don't care Erik." She ran her hands along his cheek, and gentle kissed him. Just as her lips touched his, a bell rang around them. Fright filled his soft eyes, as he clasped his hands over her biceps

"Stay here." His voice began to fade, and another took over.

"Lotte, Lotte" Mandi once again, brought her back to their unwanted world. Katie hid her disappointment from being stoled away from her world of the Phantom to their art class, from Mandi. She smiled, and focused back on her painting. She had been working on an oil painting of the musical version of the phantom, but looking down at what she had painted, a strange face stared back at her. A young man in his mid twenties, with shaggy raven black hair, and piercing golden brown eyes stared back at her.

"Wow, Lotte, that's great! Who is it?" Mandi leaned over to examine her work.

"I don't know."

"Well, the eyes look like Eri-" She cut off, not wanting to throw salt into the wound. It had been two weeks since that night they went to the church. They did their best not to mention it, or him. "He's rather hot." She commented, tilting her head the way she always does when her mind focuses on a guy.

"Well, he's mine."

"Lucky." Mandi went back to her own work, but Katine couldn't help but stare at hers. Something about this unknown man called to her, and frightened her.