A/N: It should be stated in the front I in no way condone what Erik may do. For reference Christine will be 18 and Erik 35. I decided after reading many Erik kidnaps Christine fan fiction and though I might give it a go!

The first time the car passes she thought nothing of it. The second time even she did not take notice. The streets in this part of town were twisting and often circled back on themselves. Christine wasn't going to notice when a car passed multiple times. But maybe if she had, things would have been different.

She woke up in a room on a couch. Through her barely open eyes, she saw a piano and a man sitting there. Without a second passing, the man rushed over to her. "Careful now, you might feel a bit woozy."

She thought where am I? She, of course, seemed to have no control over her mouth because this thought came out as a slurred mumble. A long string of drool must have escaped her because he merely reached into his waistcoat and wiped the side of her mouth.

"Shh, I can see that you're still not all here. No matter I'll be here when you do come to fully." He waved his hand over her face and her eyes shut.

She awoke again, this time in a bedroom. It alarmed her that he must have carried her. She sat up and there he was. She saw the man had a thin frame, dark features and most noticeably a white mask.

"Ah, I see you have awakened." He closed his book and walked out. She didn't have even a minute to gather her thoughts when he brought in a tray.

"Who are you?" she straightened and stammered. It would do no good to make this person think she was weak. She had watched crime dramas and knew she would have to keep her wits about her.

"Don't you remember?" he asked concerned and her stomach sank. The tray had some food and it was cooked exactly right. There were some scrambled eggs that were lightly browned just the way she liked it. The toast was cut into two triangles and had exact butter to jam ratio. The orange juice was pulp free and was slightly warm the way she liked it. She panicked; only her father knew how she liked her orange juice.

"Eat. You haven't had anything since lunch time yesterday I would imagine." He sat back in his seat and watched her with his one golden eye and one blue eye.

"I'm sorry I really don't remember you."

Without a word he began to sing in a low voice. The song was from her childhood and it the memories hit her.

She was standing in an empty auditorium and she had been crying. She and her parents had just moved from France to New York. Until she was 7 she lived in Sweden and then they had moved to France where she lived until she was 11. At 12 years old Christine was most comfortable speaking Swedish but in France and the States no one spoke Swedish so she had to put on a brave face every time someone pointed out that it was "taken" and not "tooken".

Rehearsal that day had gone terribly because the meanest girl Carlotta had pointed out Christine could barely speak English so why should she get a very small role in the upcoming production. She had a total of 7 lines and most of them were less than 5 words.

She had been completely embarrassed and had said, "Please do not speaking to me like that!"

The uproar of laughter told her she had messed up again. The director had chided Carlotta but after everyone left she was left on stage crying. Her mom would pick her up for another 15 minutes so she was alone.

"A lion does not concern itself with the opinions of a sheep," the voice lilted down from above. She looked up saw nothing. She thought she was imagining things when the voice came again. "Dry those tears little one. It would not do to ruin your voice when you have a whole auditorium to impress."

"I don't care," she called out, "I will always sound stupid."

"Silence. I will not hear foolish chatter! You auditioned and you were given the role everything will be all right," the voice answered and in a lowered voice, "though you deserve a bigger role. But no matter they will see."

But before she could ask anymore she heard her director yell that her ride was here. She gave one last cursory look at the ceiling and walked out. It wasn't until she was in the car she realized the voice had spoken in Swedish. That was why this was the first conversation that she didn't struggle through.

Back in the present she looked at the man behind the voice. When his song ended she felt a wave of emotions. This person was a stranger but he was the one who brought her to prominence.. He had taken her and now she was here. She remembered a statistic that she had heard somewhere that people are more likely to be kidnapped by someone that they know than a complete stranger. All resolve to remain courageous and steadfast dissolved. Survival instincts told her to run, to hurt him but she was scared.

"Oh, please do not cry," he said his voice soft. He sounded exactly how he had all those years ago. But realizing the voice had a person was shocking. It was silly but to know that nothing that had happened was special. This was his long con and now he had her where he wanted her.

"Please take me back, I-I promise I won't say anything! I can't break their hearts again!"

"I wish I could. But you need help yourself before you can help others," he took the fork from her tray and put a small piece of egg on it, "Eat." She moved her head away from the fork. She felt like a toddler but who knows what he was doing. Fear consumed her and all sorts of dark theories formed. What if he was poisoning or drugging her? What if she leaned and he decided to stab her in her throat?

"Please! It- it would help me so much more if you let me go. I'll do whatever you want from home. I promise!" She was grasping at straws and she could see from his face he wasn't intent to change his mind.

"Perhaps you will be hungry a bit later. But you will eat. You have neglected eating lately and that can lead to more dangerous things." He picked up her tray.

"Don't hurt me!" He turned around and readjusted his hands so that one held the tray and the other brushed her bangs form her face.

"The first thing you must understand is I have no intention to hurt you. Secondly, you must trust me, everything has been taken care of." With that he left. What did he mean? Of course he would try to make her complacent and placate her worry. But these words did nothing. He had told her once she was going to be all right but what she could not trust those words.

Pull your shit together! Whatever twisted shit he is planning you have to be ready. Crying will blur your ability to think. You will make him think you are nothing special!