Christine shook her head in disbelief as she sat on the small cot Dominic had provided for her. It had been hours since she had heard anything from him or the servants. How was this possible?

"A twin?" she whispered to herself. How was it possible that she had been so easily deceived? She was tired of letting him take such easy advantage of her, she wasn't weak… just scared. Erik had tried to hard… she knew he would never forgive himself for this. But how was he to know? How had everything fit so easily…?

"Unless…" Christine thought for a moment, the only explanation she had was some one giving Dominic inside information.

She thought to the various staff, she knew them all personally, but to let a man like Dominic Bonaire into her life…. The servant would have to be close to her.

She sighed as she heard the slight off key melodic call of Dominic sing songing her name. She wouldn't give in so easily to him, she needed to have a backbone against this man and do her best to keep him off of her.

Dominic looked at her on the bed and snarled in disgust, he walked swiftly over to her and yanked her roughly by the arm, "Come, you should see this".

Christine squirmed out of his grasp, "I can walk on my own".

Dominic grabbed her hand harshly, "Not while I'm around".

He led her out of the room and down the damp hallway, the light from the candles on the wall casting an eerie glow. Somehow this seemed so familiar, it reminded her faintly of the catacombs under the opera house. Her mind brought her to a better time, when the angel of music would sing in her head and Erik was a mysterious figure that she loved passionately.

Oh Erik…

How she did love him so. She closed her eyes for a moment and thought of the brilliance of him. His music and his love radiated through his sole. She wanted nothing more than to be out of this hell hole and back into the arms of the man she loved so.

She opened her eyes when she felt Dominic stop walking.

She examined the small room they were in, it was elegantly decorated. On the far side of the room sat a familiar person….

"Maryanne!"

Christine attempted to rush over to her fallen friend but was stopped by Dominic's harsh hand.

"So easily Christine?"

Christine frowned at his words, "What do you mean".

Maryanne's eyes bulged and she attempted to stand from the restraining sitting position she was in. the ropes on her hands were to tight, and the dry blood on her forehead warned her not to try herself to quickly.

"C-Christine… don't believe him"

Maryanne's voice came out in a cracked whisper, the seriousness of her injury causing her to strain her words.

Christine turned swiftly to Dominic, "What does she mean?"

Dominic bitterly laughed, "How else do you think I was able to get the information on your whereabouts?"

Christine's hand flew over her heart, "You can't be serious…can you?"

Dominic strode over to Maryanne, wiping the dried pieces of blood with a dry cloth he kept in his coat, "Of course I'm serious".

Maryanne shook her head, tears freely flowing, "No… Christine".

Fear wracked her body; this is exactly what she had been thinking earlier… how else it would have been possible. She looked at her drained friend; it seemed she was telling the truth… why would she believe a man like Dominic anyway?

"I don't believe you" Christine told Dominic boldly.

He laughed as he watched the flames crackle in the fireplace on the other side of the room. He said nothing as he began to walk toward hers, pulling an object out of his pocket. It appeared to be a letter, and he handed it to Christine.

Christine looked at Dominic with tear stricken eyes, "What is this?"

He nodded toward the letter, "Read it for yourself and find out".

Christine's hands shook as she looked down at the piece of paper she was holding, she unfolded it gently and read the first couple lines.

They were her plans, what she had done on what day, what she was doing in a few days… everything!

She crumpled the paper and closed her eyes, "Where did you get this?"

Dominic pointed to Maryanne, "From your trustworthy maid".

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Erik walked through his home, contemplating his next decision. He knew who had Christine… but he didn't know where. He gazed over the part of his home that had been wrecked during the ransack and bloody fight that had happened earlier… but he wasn't sure between who. Nadir was now pacing the kitchen, trying to re act what had happened earlier.

He had been in the kitchen quite some time when he yelled for Erik.

Erik ran in to observe Nadir in an odd position, his friend looked up at him and beckoned him to his side.

"Look Erik, I must show you".

Nadir than began to reenact what had happened, "I think this was in the middle… the blood in the living room is hard is a different color, giving bacteria some time to spread".

He moved swiftly across the kitchen, "That would mean… who ever it was in the living room… was struck" he picked up half of the statue head that he had brought into the kitchen for observation, "With this object".

Erik cringed at the blood on the statue… he prayed it wasn't Christine's. If it was… he knew the ultimate pay back. One he had learned very well when he still lived in Persia.

"Nadir, you figure this out… I am going to retrieve my Punjab".

Nadir nodded and went back to observing the kitchen.

Mad thoughts raced through Erik's mind… he no longer was going to sit in this house hoping his fiancée was alive. He was going to kill the next man who looked at him wrong… if anything was wrong with his angel… they would pay. A long and painful death. Erik half smiled to himself… how long had it been since he had experienced the joy in killing someone out of revenge. He had given up those days long ago, but Christine was enough to set the fire in him off.

He reached for the door to his music chamber and unlocked it. He stepped into the dark room and his nose was treated with an unfitting smell.

He reached for his kerosene lamp and lit it with the match. Erik tilted his head in both amazement and amusement, there in the corner of the room was a bound, irritated and bleeding Vicomte De Changny.

The Vicomte froze with fear from the odd position he was in. his eyes locked with Erik's knowing death would only come to swiftly.

Erik simply laughed.

Hello all!

I'm so sorry for the wait! I recently got engaged and wow that's a lot of planning and parties and letters and yeah. My job and college have been tough on me lately, but I finally am about to graduate so yeah! I will have more time to update now. I'm sorry the wait took so long! I'm also sorry if I have disappointed any of you guys with the plot twist… my mind just thinks these random things while I'm writing. I hope you guys are enjoying. Please review! Thank you for your patience!

-AesSedia