Erik Gingerly took the letter out of my hands and read it. I studied his features as his eyes scanned the page. His eyes grew a upset glow as he read on, and then he finished the letter and looked up at me. He said,
"We have to get her out of there," and he handed the letter to Madame Giry, who's hands flew up to her mouth. Then Madame Giry handed me the letter and I read it, and I gasped.
"So that is where those cuts came from, the ones on her head and arm," I said.
"What cuts?" Erik said sharply. So I explained,
"When she arrived at the manor last night, She had 6 deep cuts on the left side of her body. Four on her shoulder, and two on her left temple," she said, and Erik took a deep, angry breath. Then he sat down and wrote a note in italian. he handed it to me and said,
"Can you give this to Ms. Daae? Please read it to her, as I noticed, you seem to know Italian, and I know that she doesn't. I'm also pretty sure the Viscomte does not know how to speak it either. So It should be safe.

Cara Christine,
non teme, io li otterrà assenti dal viscount. Verrò stasera ottenerlo. Lasci un di rosa fuori della vostra finestra non appena il viscount cade addormentato. Attenderò sotto con Ceasar per portarlo via. Dica a nessuno, non un'anima di questo programma. Jaclyn li leggerà questa nota e due la manterrete segreto fino a stasera, Si? Li vedrò stasera, La mia angela.
Amore,
Erik

In my head, I translated the note in my head

Dear Christine,
Do not fear, I will get you away from the vicomte. I will come tonight to get you. Leave a rose outside your window as soon as the vicomte falls asleep. I will be waiting below with Ceasar to bring you away. Tell no one, Not a soul of this plan. Jaclyn will read you this note, and you two will keep it secret until tonight, Yes? I will see you tonight, My angel.
Love,
Erik

I nodded to Erik and he told Madame Giry,
"Take this girl back to the Vicomte's house, with a few of Christine's posessions from her dressing room, so not to look suspisious," and with that he turned back to his music, and we rowed back across the lake.

Christine's POV

Jaclyn arrived back with my "Think of Me" dress from my first gala. When raoul asked why I wanted that, I told him, "Memories," and Jaclyn went with me up to my room and read me the note that Erik had so cleverly written in a language that I did not even know that Jaclyn knew. I understood completely.
Around 10:30, Raoul was finally softly snoring in his room, and I placed a red rose outside my window. Minutes later, there was a knock on my door. I knew that knock. It was Naiomi, bringing someone with her. I opened the door and saw that Naiomi had Erik in tow. Jaclyn had obvously told her that this man was to take me away, for she hugged me and told me,
"Good luck," So I let Erik enclose my hand in his, and lead me away. He lead me through the front door, and I saw the large ebony form of Ceasar. Erik helped me up onto Ceasar's back, and then mounted behind me, encircling my waist with one hand, and grabbing the reins with the other. Ceasar was off immediately. We, Ceasar, Erik and I, looked like a black blur flowing through the night sky. Erik held me tightly yet gentle, afraid that I would fall off, unlike Raoul, who just held me tight. But to my surprise, Erik headed into the countryside instead of to the opera. When I asked him where we were going, he answered,
"I own some property in the country. Raoul will never find you there. I don't want to see you hurt, mia angela," We rode up a dirt path and Through a gate. He rode past a large 3-story house and to a stable, where he obviously intended to put Ceasar. He stopped just outside the stable and he helped me down off of the horses back. He led him into the stable and then came back out, and put his arm around my waist, and led me back to the house that we had passed just minutes ago. He led me inside into a grand entrance foyer. The lavish designs on the wall showed people singing, in many different costumes. The largest portrait of all was of a girl with chocolate brown curly hair in a dress with a black bodice with white sleeves and a bloodred skirt. It was handdrawn beautifully. I knew that it must be me, and that Erik still loved me. Now I knew that the right choice was this. The right choice was Erik.