There are times in everyone's lives that their past comes back to haunt them. Christine had nearly forgotten her past with the recent events of the past few weeks. Every since she had gotten back home, the only thing that seemed to matter to her was going forward with her life with Erik. Nothing else.

She was looking forward to going back over seas again. Erik had composed another opera for her, and they were due to perform it in Italy in two weeks time. Erik hadn't come out and said it, but she was sure that he was almost as excited about it as she was.

"What do you think she wanted to talk to Erik about?" Meg's voice brought her back to the present.

"Hopefully, to say that she is leaving and will never bother in our life ever again."

"Is there something that you want to share with me?"

"No, why? Do you like this one?" Christine picked up a dress and examined it against herself in the mirror.

"You said life as you and Erik share one life."

"Did I?"

"Yes. So what is going on between you two?"

"I am not sure. He asked me to marry him."

"And what did you say?"

"I told him I needed to think about it. Then that whole mess happened."

"I like that one. You should try it on."

Meg continued fingering through the dresses as Christine took the one back to the dressing room. Christine walked out of the dressing room. "Meg, I am not so sure about this one."

"Oh no, Christine. You are definitely getting that one." Meg spun her around and walked her grabbed Christine's shoulders and pushed her towards a full length mirror.

"Oh my." Christine's mouth suddenly dropped when she looked up in the mirror to see a familiar face out on the street.

"I know. I told you you should get it." Meg went on bubbly about the dress. Christine continued to watch in the mirror as the face recognized here and came into the shop.

"Meg, shut up about the dress." Christine snapped at Meg. Christine turned to try to go back to the dressing room before he could get to her.

She had waited too long, and the young man managed to grab her shoulders and pulled her into an embrace. Christine pulled herself out of it.

"How did you manage to get away from that monster?" Ryan questioned.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"He tried to kill me the night that I took to the bus station. How could you stay with that?" Christine moved to go back into the dressing room. Ryan attempted to follow after her, but Raphael moved quickly, grabbing the boy and throwing the boy out of the store.

Raphael was not looking forward to making the call but knew it was not something that he could avoid for very long and decided to just bite the bullet. The phone rang once before Erik answered. "What?"

"Christine spoke with Ryan."

Erik's tone suddenly grew cold as he growled out the words. "Bring her home.Now."

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Christine's soul felt the dark music grip her soul the moment she walked into the house. She found the Sultana in the kitchen with Sarah. "Has he been like this all day?"

"Fortunately, just about an hour." The Sultana replied.

"You should go see if you can't calm him down." Sarah told her.

"I suppose I should." Christine frowned before she proceeded to find her way the stairs and to the door of Erik's study. She knocked once before she went in. "Erik?"

"Go to your room, Christine."

"Do you want to talk about what's bothering you?"

"What Erik would like is for you to mind him and go to your room." Christine recognized that it was far worse than what she thought it was when she heard him say his own name.

"No."

Erik's fingers crashed against the piano before he stood up, slamming the lid shut. "What did you say?"

"I said no." Christine made a mistake by taking a step back as he approached towards her like a lion that had its prey cornered with nowhere to go. Christine tried to correct her mistaken, but it had already been made. Erik had seen it and was not playing upon it. "Erik something is obliviously bothering you, and we should talk about it."

"Oh, is that what we should, my darling Christine?" Erik moved and quickly caught both of Christine's wrists in his hands.

"Don't say my name like it is something so despicable. You didn't just step on it and have to scrap it off of the bottom of your shoe."

"Your lack of respect tells me otherwise. Come. Erik will take you back to your room." His grip tightened as he pulled her out of the room and down the hall.

"You're hurting me." Christine struggled to get herself free. "Erik, let go of me. Let go."

Erik threw opened her door and threw her into the room before seizing the door handle. "Never. You belong to me. You have sealed your own fate. Erik will never let you go."

Erik slammed the door shut and locked it before Christine could get it open again. She immediately started banging on it and begging him to let her. "Never. The corpse who loves you shall keep you always."

Christine slid down the door and continued to cry. How had they gotten to this point? This morning they had been speaking of eternity, and now they were back to Christine being locked in her room like a naughty child. Christine couldn't remember doing anything wrong this time around.