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Erik
"Sabine?" I called as I entered the kitchen. "Sabine?"
I searched the kitchen cautiously and found nothing. Racing around the house trying to find my beloved I continued calling out her name, each time more and more panic entered my voice.
"Sabine! For the love of God, Sabine! Where are you?"
I searched the bathroom, our bedroom, even Madame Giry's and my old bedroom. She was no where to be found. I grabbed my boats and my cloak, thinking that she may have ventured outside, when something laying on the kitchen table caught my eye. It was a note addressed to me, but not in Sabine's handwriting.
Erik,
Are you looking for something? She just might be found alive underneath of the Paris Opera House where you used to live. Five cellars below! I suggest you hurry, or we may get impatient and do something a bit rash. We'll be waiting.
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed aloud to no one in particular. "Sabine!"
I rushed upstairs and tore out the top drawer of my dresser. There laying in an old box was the key to the Rue Scribe entrance. I tucked it in my pocket, rushed outside and quickly jumped on my horse, who was very surprised at being woken up at this time of the night.
All I could think about as I rode down the deserted street towards the Paris Opera House was my beloved Sabine somewhere down in that dungeon suffering and hoping that I would know where to find her. How had they managed to kidnap her without a struggle issuing? Whatever had happened, I knew that Christine was behind this.
When I arrived at the opera, I was almost surprised to find it still standing. I remember when I had left this place more than five long years ago I vowed never to return, especially to my old hiding place. I never knew that I would be forced to return to save the love of my life. Even though horrible memories were swarming through my head as I tethered my horse and entered by the Rue Scribe, I knew that I had to overcome my own fears and memories to save my wife.
It seemed like forever before I came to the lake. I was running in the dark and stumbled many times, but when I finally arrived, I noticed the boat was missing and plunged into the water without a second thought. When I arrived at my old home beyond the lake, the candelabras were lit and it looked very much like it had when I still haunted this area. I had hardly taken anything with me, only my music and my books, so the old organ was there collecting dust and the boat lay peacefully beside of it.
"Oh God!" I cried out when I realized what was happening inside of the boat.
A man was kneeling over a woman and raping her. That woman was my wife! Luckily, Sabine was unconscious and would not remember this horrible event.
"Wait," I heard Christine cry. "I think my dear we have a guest." God, she was using my own words to mock me. "Sir, this is indeed an unparallel delight! I had rather hoped that you would come! Now, my wish comes true. You have truly made my night!" (Webber, Andrew L; The Phantom of the Opera; 2:7) Just to be safe I thought I'd better site it!
"God, Christine. Don't mock me in such a way!"
It was then that I tried to run towards my wife to rescue her from the fate that awaited both of us, but I suddenly realized that the gate blocking my entrance.
"Let me through, damn you! Why are you doing this?" I shouted.
"How does this open, Erik?" she asked wistfully.
"There's a hidden lever at the right side. Your right side. Pull it up."
"Ah, here it is." She looked at me darkly.
As she completed her task, I glanced at what the man was doing to my wife. He appeared to be finished and was zipping up his pants as he headed towards me.
"So," he said as I entered and Christine pulled the lever back into it's position. "You're the infamous phantom of the opera, are you?" He took me by the wrists and slammed me up against the gate. I hated to admit that unfortunately he was much stronger than I was. "Let's see the face behind the mask, shall we?"
With that, he ripped away my mask and let it fall into the lake. Instinctively, his hand rushed to his mouth and his eyes widened. I took this opportunity of his weakness to try and overpower him, but still he was too quick for me. Before I knew it, I was back up against that gate and Christine had a pistol ready to fire pointed at my head.
"I gave you a chance, Erik," she whispered menacingly. "If I can't have you, then no one else can."
"Why are you doing this? What do you want?" I cried in desperation.
"You know how I felt now, don't you? You're surprised at that answer? I wouldn't be. Only this time, the story isn't going to have a happy ending. Erik and Sabine are not going to run away and live happily ever after. I'm not as understanding as you were to Raoul and I. Someone is going to die tonight and it looks like it's going to be you. I'll kill Sabine after Edward is finished with her. You know, I believe he raped her about three times since we've been here. Three times! And she hasn't even been awake to enjoy it."
"And once I deal with you," Edward glared at me. "I'll do it again. Perhaps I'll wait until the chloroform wears off first so that she can 'enjoy' it." He glanced at Christine and both of them sneered.
"There's no turning back now, Erik. This is the point of no return."
I sighed and hung my head utterly defeated. Yes, now I know how Christine felt, but I knew better than to think a simple kiss would get me out of this one.