Erik
We finally came to Christine's dressing room door and found it half open. I peered inside to find no one.
"Christine?" I called but did not hear a reply. I soon began to search the room. After about 10 minutes I knelt down on the floor, tears streaming down my face. Madame Giry came and put her hands on my shoulders. Just as we were about to leave, I noticed something in the seat of a chair. It glimmered and was about the size... of a ring.
I picked it up and held it in my hands. I caught some odd smell though floating in the air. It was a peculiar smell; as soon as I was about to say something to Madame Giry, her daughter burst through the doors. She was shaking. She held out her hand and in it was a piece of parchment. As soon as she did, she said, "Oh mother that smell it's so horrid. I feel..." that's all she said before she fell to the floor; her mother bent down beside her.
"Meg!?" Madame Giry cried.
"Chloroform." I said. "That is the smell and someone has used it."
"What do you mean chloroform?" asked Madame Giry.
"It's a chemical that if breathed in will cause you to faint." I said as I began to read the note.
"You don't think that..." she began but put her hand over her mouth as she saw the fire in my eyes turn red. "Oh God."
"He's alive." I said dropping the paper.
"Who?" she asked.
"It's him mother." said Meg, as she came around. "They brought him here to take her and to kill you." She said as she pointed to me.
"Erik... what..." she sighed and then continued. "What do I need to do?" Madame Giry asked as she and Meg rose from their feet.
"Find the two rats... I'll find Christine and finish him." I said as I began to leave.
"But how do you know where she is at?" she inquired.
"I know... but I must first get what I need from the Opera House; I will find her. I will end this war." I said now letting the anger boil over me and fill me with strength.
"Good Luck...Save her!" She called.
She wouldn't have to worry about that. I will finish this demon from the lowest levels of hell once and for all and bring mon ange back.
Christine
I awoke in a strange place. I sat up, my head throbbing and my side killing me. I looked around to see but a figure standing on the far side of the room.
"Erik?" I asked.
"No." replied the voice; the sound frightened me. This voice was full of hatred.
"Who... Who are you?" I asked, my hands beginning to tremble as I felt an eerie chill pass through me.
"It is me Little Lotte." The voice said as it stepped in to the light; the voice had become very quiet and gentle.
"Raoul?" I said becoming utterly furious.
"Yes Little Lotte it's me." He said as he smiled and gently caressed my face.
I turned my head away from him. I then, feeling the anger inside me over power and soon take me over, said in a vicious tone, "Why did you bring me here!?"
My eyes locked on him; he seemed shocked by my tone of voice.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" he said as he walked away; he then stopped and turned to face me. A smile came across his face; it was not one of his soft, warm, gentle smiles though; it was filled with anger and hatred. It was more of a smirk than a smile.
He spoke once again but his voice was not gentle any more. "Your mind is still poisoned." he said. His voice made me shudder; he terrified me. I began to feel my hands shake even worse.
"I'm tired." I said, lying so he would leave me alone.
"Oh, of course... Please rest Little Lotte.' He said his voice becoming gentle once more.
I lie down once again and shut my eyes, pretending to sleep. In my thoughts I was praying, "Please hurry Erik. I need you."