Christine didn't know where the man was taking her. He had put a piece of cloth over her eyes. She felt them turning a corner. She couldn't try to get away; he was carrying her over her shoulder like a bag of potatoes.

"Here we are, m'dear." he said, putting her in the back of his carriage, which was drawn by a single Clydesdale. He fetched some rope from inside the carriage, and bound her feet together also.

"Sorry about this, dear, but we can't have you getting away, now can we?" Christine knew he was obviously not sorry. She would have retorted back at him, if her mouth wasn't covered with the cloth.

"And now," he said, as if he felt very important, "we go to my estate. But before he started the horses going, he leaned back and pulled Christine free of the cloth over her mouth. As if he wanted to hear what she had to say for some strange reason?

"Where are you taking me!" she said fiercely.

"Oh, just outside of London, dearie." He said casually, as if he kidnapped women every day, "It's not more than a night's ride from here."

"Why do you want me? Why did you take me?" She was talking fast, obviously nervous.

"Now, one question at a time if you will." he then slightly smirked, "I am holding you for ransom from the Opera House. I will not allow my estate to be taken from me do to my father's squandering of our fortune."

"Ransom?" Christine was slightly confused,

"Yes!" he replied sharply, "Ransom! I demand 20,000 francs for your return. And I plan on keeping you until that demand has been met."

"LET ME GO YOU TREACHEROUS FOOL!" Christine loudly screamed into the night, "YOU HAVE NO BUISINESS TAKING ME, NOW LET ME GO!"

William didn't strike back towards Christine, nor did he get angry. He just stopped the carriage, and put the cloth back over Christine's mouth.

"Now, no one can hear your plea for help." he said, smirking once more, and in his most snakelike voice, he laughed a terrible, bone chilling laugh.

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Raoul was not more than 2 minute's ride away from the Giry household, when he heard a soft rustling noise coming from the back of the carriage.

"Foolish raccoons!" he said angrily, "this is not the time! I have more pressing matters to attend to!"

He quickly stopped the carriage and leaned back to scare the suspected raccoon away.

"SURPRISE!" yelled Erik with great enthusiasm from the back of the carriage.

Raoul then let out a scream that no grown man would have been proud of, he sounded like a little five-year-old girl.

"Ahhh!" it then took him a moment to realize who exactly this was, "Oh, GOD no! ERIK WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!"

"I," he said stubbornly, "am going with you."

"Oh no you're not!" Raoul sharply replied, "I'm taking you back the Giry house right now!"

"But...but..." Erik whimpered, "I have to go back?"

Raoul was going to snap back at Erik, telling him he HAD to go back, but he realized that it would only waste time to take him all the way back. He needed to find Christine NOW and he didn't want any more delays.

"Fine! You can come! But STAY in the back!"

"Yay," yelled Erik, who started chanting, "Road trip! Road Trip! ROAD TRIP! ROAD TRIP!"

"MY WORD! SHUT UP!"

Erik then sat in the corner and pouted.

"We're leaving again." Raoul said, very tiredly.

This was NOT what Raoul considered fun. Christine was missing, someone had kidnapped her. He had to go save her, and also had to baby-sit a former musical genius gone bananas.

"Oh what fun!" the said to himself sarcastically. But...to his misfortune, Erik had heard this.

"I've heard that!" Erik then started a torturous rendition of a much worn out song:

Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse slopin' sleigh! HEY! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the waaaay!

Raoul realized that this was going to be a very long night.