Hey everybody! Just wanted to let you know, I made a new story that I know you will like! It's a crossover between The Phantom of the Opera and Swan Lake. Check it out if you have time. Anyways, here is the next chapter! Please review and if you want, give me some ideas for the next chapter!

Chapter 7

Erik and I were about to leave through a passage way behind a smashed mirror, when we heard splashing. Erik quickly turned around. "So there is an opera ghost and my fiancé is with him." Uh oh! How did Maxwell find his way down here and not step on a single trap? "Come now, Hazel. We are getting married still." Maxwell said with my back turned to him.

"She isn't going anywhere, Messieur le' Vicomte. Now if you please, we shall be on our way." Erik said, trying hard not to lose his temper.

"Don't try my patience, Phantom. I have connections and will have them hunt you down to the ends of the Earth." Maxwell said.

"Messieur, there are no ends of the Earth because the Earth is round." Erik retorted. That is when I stepped in between the two men. They both stared at me with much confusion.

"Hazel." They said simultaneously said. I shook my head and stared at the floor.

"You must come with me Hazel. It is not proper for a engaged lady to run off with another man. Don't make me force you."

"N... no." I said. Maxwell looked surprised. Quickly, I ran to Erik and held on to his side.

"Hazel. You leave me no choice." Maxwell smirked and pulled out a pistol. My eyes grew wide in fear; the gun was pointing straight at Erik. "Make your choice!"

"Run. Go through the passage way. I will catch up later. Don't stop until you reach the edge of town. There should be an inn there. GO NOW!" Erik said and I ran for it. Erik. Why do I have to leave you behind? I was coming upon a door when I heard the gunshot. No! Tears came to my eyes as I opened the door and I walked out into the dimming sunlight. Erik... please be okay.

After about 15 minutes of running, I grew tired and began walking. The sun had set and I couldn't see where my feet were going. I tripped about 7 times and probably had scraped my knees. When I reached the inn, I remembered I didn't have any money. With much stupidity, I put my hands in my cloak. What's this in here? I grabbed whatever it was and found it to be 100 francs.

Thank you, Madame Giry. I made my way inside. A man sat at the front desk writing on a piece of paper. He looked up at me, smiled, and then said "Hello. What can I do for you?" I pulled out my notepad and wrote: I need two rooms. My friend should be here sometime within the next hour. How much will it cost?

"It will cost 75 francs, mademoiselle." I handed over the money to him and he handed me one of the keys. "I'll save this one for your friend. What's his or her name?"

"Erik." I said and turned to leave. When I got to the room, I plopped down on the bed. Erik. I hope you are okay. I don't know what I would do without you. There was no way I would be going back to the opera house. It wouldn't be the same without Erik. Slowly, I drifted off into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, I decided to go see if Erik had gotten his key. I got dressed and went down to the front desk. The man was still there, but was sleeping, so I tapped him on the head. He quickly sat up. "What do you want! Oh. It's just you. Your friend isn't here if you were wondering." he said. What am I to do now? I can't keep paying for two rooms. I didn't even have any clean clothes to change into either.

I walked out into the brisk cold morning. A carriage was coming down the road. Two black horses pulled it and a cloaked man drove them. There was something just not right about it. It pulled up beside me and stopped. "Get in." the man said.

"No" I said and continued to walk away. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me and I booked it. The man was running after me. Will I be able to outrun this man? I ran through some trees and stopped behind one and tried catching my breath; I heard a twig snap. Before I could run again, the man grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him.

He pulled off his hood and I gasped. "Erik!"