A/N: I'm sorry for the last two chapters. I know there were some grammar and spelling issues. I have two betas working on this story, and for the last 2 chapters, they were either too tired, or not around at the time. gurrr.

I know some of you were a little disappointed and were wondering why my chapters were so short. It was because of my midterms. I try and fit as much as I can.

Yes, I did change my summary for the story. I was not giving enough info on the story, I thought.

This chapter has been on my mind for the past few days. I thought it was really cute. Now you will know why I put the Brothers Grimm book in this story. Well... partly. It was because this was the first story that came to my head when I was thinking what kind of book should I use in the story. I'm not too savvy on when things were published and when certain things were invented. .

There's some Raoul bashing. . I know some of you have been waiting for this moment.

Note: Italics are dreams.

Warning: This chapter is a little morbid. I've never written something like this before.

Any who... here's the next chapter...

Chapter 13

Christine was running in the forest. Why? She didn't know. She just felt like she had to run or something bad might happen. She heard deep breathing coming from behind her as she ran. Someone or something was chasing her. She had a small wicker basket in her hands as she ran for her life. She tripped on a tree stump and hit the forest ground. Panting, she stood up, abandoning the basket. But it was too late. In front of her stood a massive black wolf with red eyes. The wolf opened it's powerful jaws slightly. One, maybe two inch, white fangs were bared. Drool dripped out of the hungry wolf's mouth.

Christine backed into a tree. The wolf advanced on her. Soon the wolf turned into Javert. (A/N: Don't ask. Dreams are weird and confusing) "Your father was delicious, but I'm still hungry. I think I'll have seconds." he said with an evil smile. He lunged at her, but he missed.

"No!" she cried.

Christine was soon in a tower, alone. 'What just happened' she asked herself.

She inspected the room. There was no doors. Just a rather large window. She looked down and saw that there was a forty foot drop. She backed away from the window. She then bumped into something that gave a small grunt. She turned around to see an ugly, old hag. She had a hump on her back and white hair that almost touched the ground. (A/N: Think of I-gore in Young Frankenstein, with long hair .)

"You will spend the rest of your useless life in this tower." she hissed.

With a wave of her hand she disappeared.

"Christine! Christine!" called a voice from outside the tower. Christine looked down from the tower and saw a small figure on the ground.

"Raoul! Is that you?" she called out to him.

"Yes, it's me. Now throw something down so I can climb up and rescue you." he called.

She looked around the room for something long. She then realized that her hair was growing right before her eyes. Christine's eyes widened at the sight. She grabbed her hair and lowered it down the window. The hair touched the ground. Raoul held it for a while. Her hair stopped growing once he took hold of it. He started climbing up the tower.

"What's this?" the old crown yelled. "A boy coming to save you. Not on my watch." She waved her hands in the air as if to grab something that wasn't there. Two black ravens appeared in the distance. "Take care of this" she told the ravens. The ravens landed on Raoul's shoulders.

Raoul screamed in pain. Each raven was pecking out his eyeballs. When the ravens successfully taken out the eyeballs, they swallowed it. Christine saw the big lump going down their throats. Raoul lost his grip on her hair and fell on a wheelbarrow. The wood splintered and no sooner, impaled him. Christine wanted to scream at the gruesome sight, but her voice was paralyzed.

The old hag took her arm in a vice grip and they were soon in a house entirely made out of candy. "You better eat up, girl. I need to make supper tonight. You are invited."

"Really?" Christine squeaked.

"Oh yes, my dear. You are the main course." she said with a shrill laugh. She pushed Christine into an oven and turned on the heat.

"No! Get me out of here! Please stop! Someone please help me! she screamed.

Christine woke up in a cold sweat. She was still panting. She felt tears running down her cheek. "It was just a dream" she said as her voice started to crack with emotion. She rolled over in bed trying to get to sleep. 'What if the dreams come back?' she asked herself. She got out of her bed. 'I have an idea.' she thought. She went to the boy's door and knocked a few times. As she waited, she looked out of the window and realized that it must have been around midnight by now. She was startled when the door opened. She didn't even hear him coming. The boy saw it was Christine and let her in.

When she was in the room, she walked over to him. "What's the matter?" he asked under his breath. He saw that her face was covered with sweat and maybe even tears.

"I can't sleep." her voice cracked. Tears fell down her cheeks. "I had a nightmare." She paused for a second. She walked into his arms, wanting more then ever to feel his warm embrace. She hugged him tightly and sobbed quietly into his dress shirt. He put his arms around her and rested his chin on her head. She stopped her crying after a while and looked up at him. "May I sleep with you tonight? Please." She looked at his face, now covered with the sack.

He looked at her in shock. He soon recovered and nodded his head. She smiled at him. "Thank you."

She climbed into his bed. He tucked the covers around her small frame and soon sat on the floor. "No," she said, "I want you to sleep next to me."

He looked up at her and gulped. 'Give her what she wants.' he told himself. 'You owe it to her. After all, you yelled at her and hurt her feelings.' He then climbed into the bed next to her. He lay on his back on Christine's left. She slept on her side, her back facing him so as to not fall off the bed.

"Thank you" she said.

"Y- your welcome." he whispered. "I'm sorry that I yelled at you this morning."

"That's okay." she replied. "Mon ami? Do you have a name?"

"Yes."

"What is it?"

"Erik.

"Erik...?" she said wondering what his last name was.

"Just Erik." he said calmly.

"Erik." she said, trying the name out.

Erik felt his heart beating rapidly. His name sounded beautiful when she said it.

"It suits you." she said with a smile. "Goodnight, Erik." She closed her eyes.

Erik lay awake. He moved his head so that it was just above her head. He breathed in her scent. 'She smells like roses' he thought. A smile played across his lips. 'She is so beautiful and kind. I feel so... happy when she is around. Is that really what this new feeling is? Happiness?' He then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

A/N: I think this is my favorite chapter so far. It has Raoul bashing and some fluff. I hoped you liked this chapter. Please review and tell me what you thought about it.

Also, today I don't have my betas around, so I'll do the best I can without them. :( So please don't get mad if there are some errors.

Please review.