Erik, held Christine for a long time, and let her cry. Then after awhile she looked up, and Erik gently wiped away her tears. He looked at her and said; "Don't worry. I never ever want to hurt you. I promise that I won't anymore. I love you so much Christine, and it tears me to peices to see you hurt like this."

Christine looked into his eyes, and saw that he meant what he said. Shen knew that he wanted to be like her father, or actually wanted to be her father. But he could never be her father, never. Christine leaned her head agianst Erik's chest, and he wrapped his arms around her. He thought that Christine was starting to accpet him as a father, and was so happy. He thought that life could get no better.

Erik had put Christine down on the bed, and went to make breakfast. Christine just sat there and looked around the room. There wasn't much to do but read. She stood up and went over to one of the many shelves. Christine looked for a book to read, but there was none that would be suited for her. She sighed adn went back over to the bed. She curled up and rested her head on a pillow.Her wrist was hurting very badly, in fact so badly that Christine began to cry.

Erik came in and saw Christine was crying. He set her plate of food down on a table and went over to her. "I know you miss the Opera house, but you'll soon learn to like it here." Erik said comfortingly as he rubbed Christine's back.

"I'm not crying because of that. It's my wrist, it hurts so much." Christine sobbed.

"Do you want me to give you some morphine?" Erik asked. Christine nodded, and Erik went to get it. He came back and gave Christine the pain killer. Then he gave her the plate. She ate slowly. When she was finished, the morphine started to kick in and Christine fell asleep.

Erik tucked her under the covers. He felt exteremly guilty about hurting Christine. In fact her felt so guilty he poured the last of his wine into the lake to keep it from happening again. Erik then sat down at his organ and began composing again. He had finished Don Juan. Now to start a fresh new work. He sat down and scribbled random notes on paper. This was how he always began.

Christine woke up a few hours later. Erik had fallen asleep while composing, and Christine seized the opprituity to get away. She made sure that Erik was asleep before creeping to the edge of the lake. She stepped in and gave a loud gasp, as the cold water touched her skin.

Erik jolted awake. It was amazing how such small noises could jerk him out of sleep. He looked up and saw that Christine was in the lake walking toward the exit. She was trying to run away. Erik jumped up and began following Christine. When he jumped up he knocked over the chair he was sitting in with a loud crash.

Christine glanced behind her and saw that Erik was running toward her. Fearfully Christine started to run. The water was very deep and was just below Christine's neck. Still she ran on. After just a couple of steps she fell into the water. Her dress weighed her down adn Christine had trouble getting up.

Erik put his arm around Christine's waist and lifted her out of the water. Christine kicked and struggled, but to no avail. Erik carried her back to his lair and grabbed a towel. He set Christine on her feet and handed her the towel. Christine started to dry her hair, her eyes wide with fear.

"Do you really hate it so much here?" Erik asked hurt. Christine shook her head. Erik knew that she only said no because she was afraid of what he might do to her if she said yes. Erik didn't blame her. After all, he had broken her wrist. It was an accident yes, but still Erik had done it. "Please don't be afraid of me Christine. I'm not going to hurt you." Erik said. Christine just looked into his eyes, her own eyes wide with fear. Erik walked away and started to fix something to eat.

Christine's hair was dry, but she needed to comb it out. She went to find Erik. He wouldn't get mad if she just asked for a comb, would he? No of course not. Christine found him in a corner of the lair making lunch.

"Erik, do you have a comb?" Christine asked timidly.

"Yes. Here, I'll get it for you." Erik went to the bed chamber and opened a drawer. He looked under all the paper and found a small black comb. "Here you are child." Erik said as he gave Christine the comb. Christine combed out her hair, and when she was done Erik had the food ready. They sat down at the table and ate in silence. Erik was thinking of ways he could get Christine to belive that he wasn't going to hurt her. But how?