Author note:

Sorry for the delay to my loyal Phantom Phans. School has been difficult. So I will stop yammering, get on to the thanks and the chapter.

Thank you to those who reviewed: Xela, Lady Wen, OG, and Mademoiselle Christine Daae.

Now without further adieu. . . Read on!

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Such a weak drug

Erik could feel himself being lost to whatever had just drugged him almost out of his senses. How had he been so foolish? Surely he should have known someone was just waiting for him to fall into a trap, and he should have taken Christine's call to be a warning. At the moment he was not fully aware of all of his senses though he could faintly feel himself being moved which had jarred him from the state of unconsciousness he had just entered a few seconds ago.

He was lying on the stone still, scarcely able to breathe from the cloth shoved into his mouth, and whom ever was doing this had a few brains. He could feel his hands being bound carefully behind his back, surprisingly not tight, but enough that in his current state he could not get them untied. He knew if he was any stronger he would have struggled a bit more.

'Open your eyes, Erik!' he urged him himself, but his eye lids felt so heavy that he could not see anything.

He felt a stronger pair of hands grip at his arms as he was lifted from the ground and slung over a hardened shoulder. He tried once more to get his eyes open and only saw the stone floor rolling away from him as he was carried the few remaining yards towards the outside world.

Bugger.

Whoever had planned this out was smart. They didn't attack him in his cavern, but they waited for him to come so they would not have to drag him all the way up the tunnels while he was kidnaped. His head ached dully and his eyes closed once more, it was not that strong of a chloroform or else not much had gotten into his mouth when he had been ambushed so he decided it best to let his body try and sort it out of his senses.

After only a short time like that being carried along he felt a breeze to his back and knew they were outside. He let out a faint groan and he felt the man tense beneath him before he was lain across a seat a few moments later of a carriage. A dull sound of the door closing reached his ears and he could feel the carriage jerk forward.

He had just been kidnaped! And what had happened to Christine? He was so, so stupid! He mentally kicked himself as his eyes opened to only be met with the upholstery of the seat where he lay. Feeling eyes on him he let out another dull groan and moved to sit up to see whom was in the carriage with him. Perhaps it was Christine!

As soon as he tried to though he felt the interior shift slightly and there was a hand at the back of his head before another damp cloth was pinned over his nose and mouth. No! He could not allow that to happen again and he tried to hold his breath once more.

The hands simply responded by shoving it harder against his face, making his eyes water underneath closed lids from the smell and the pain.

He allowed his body to relax and fall limp. Luckily his feign worked and the cloth was removed and the person took the seat once more across from him.

When there was another bump and jerk Erik allowed his head to flop limply to the side. His breathing slowly settled and he could feel himself beginning to give into the darkness he was no longer caring to fight.

Whom ever was his captor, they were oddly paranoid and he felt his bonds being checked once more and tightened a little bit. His wrists hurt, and he was certain it was from the constant shifting and sliding of the rope against his wrists as they began to be rubbed raw.

Then the presence was gone from his side and the carriage slowed to a stop. His dull golden-green eyes opened into faint slits, quickly, at least wanting a glance as to who was doing this to him. Who was drugging him and binding him up? What would be his fate? Was it Raoul? Would he dispose of him by throwing him in the Seine river? Or would it be a lot more painful death.

'No. . . '

His eyes closed once more before the person turned around to look at him after discussing with the carriage driver.

He felt so betrayed, and the extra drug that had lingered on his skin had slowly made the fumes take over and darkness began to over claim him.

'Christine. . . how could you do this to me?'

Then darkness.

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Ending note:

Yes, it was short, but. . .bwhahahahahah I left all of you at another cliffier -smirks stupidly-

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