A/N: After all the positive feedback, I think I will put the sequel up. The poll will still take place so that I know how ALL my readers feel.
Jareth: Please be filled with whimsical wonder.
Erik -mumbles-: Such a Disney, but a Henson creation.
Jareth: Shut up!
A/N: Both of you! Now, a disclaimer: I no own, you no sue. I do own all unfamiliar characters.
Elizabeth woke up in a dark room. She could only see the little slip of light from a small window. "My belle, you have finally woken up. I prefer to see those gorgeous eyes than the angelic sight of you sleeping." a voice said, pleasure clearly heard. "Who is there? Where am I?" Elizabeth asked, frighten by the intensity of the voice. "Why, my belle, how can you not remember?" a figure came into the small light and it was a horrible sight…Raoul, Vicoumet de Changy. "Why have you taken me? Couldn't handle my rejection?" Elizabeth said confidently, but inside she was trembling with fear. "I shall ignore that remark. I have made your dreams come true…I know that you desire me. Hard to get did make me want you more. I want you so much now…that I have made you my wife." Raoul said with smile that the devil himself would be afraid of. Elizabeth slowly looked down on her finger and saw it. A sliver band with a turquoise heart with two small white diamonds on either side. "This can't be true. This is a nightmare…" Elizabeth said. She could barely breathe. "It is very true and is a fairy tale ending. That wedding band represents to all that you are mine." Raoul said coming nearer her every second. "But you already are married! Christine Daae! Remember the sacrifice she made for you? She gave up her angel of music to have you!" Elizabeth shouted, pulling the blanket up higher, like a shield in battle. "She is not my love. And for the wife conflict…I have only one wife in Germany!" Raoul reached out and touched Elizabeth's cheek. Elizabeth moved her face. "Why take me from my home? I am no one special to your kind. I clean up after the champagne has spilled and you laugh, not fall in love with me! I am not worth this much fuss!" Elizabeth said, trying to be convincing but her fear made he voice shake. "I took you here to show that we can change our lives. No longer maid and Vicoumet. I am a new person. My name is Vince Midas and you are my wife Maria Midas."
"We have a simple house which you must clean everyday and cook dinner every night or…discipline shall be enforced. I will be working as a merchant in the local market. If you even dare to leave this house without my permission or are not with me…you will be punished to the highest degree." Raoul forced her to look him in the eyes. His eyes were black and ice cold but a little gleam of warmth was there. Raoul left the room and walked out the front door. The tumblers were heard as a horse was running off. "I am married to a dictator with the feeling that I am his slave!" Elizabeth shouted. She rose from the bed, which was a hay filled sack, and wondered through the room. A candle was on a desk with a quill, paper, thread, fabric, needles, and a small breakfast: a glass of water and a plate with buttered bread. Elizabeth ate a bite out of the bread, unsure if she would get more food later. Elizabeth went to the window and opened the black curtains and saw iron bars. Elizabeth saw the wardrobe and saw dresses that were like maid outfits and other were fancy but in a peasant way. Elizabeth left the room and searched the house. One room held a big bed. "Must be my 'husband' that lives here" Elizabeth thought sarcastically, another was the kitchen that had a dirt floor, and lastly the bathroom. Elizabeth saw the front door with many locks. "It is not going to be easy escaping here…"
Elizabeth went to her room, and thought long and hard. "I can not fit through that small window in my bedroom…but Raoul's I think I could fit! He has iron bars on his window. What can I do?" Elizabeth paced back and forth. "I can't call Jareth because he will take me to Erik and Erik will be dead because Joseph will find him…a file! I can file the bars!" Elizabeth almost yelled. "But how will I get a file…"
Below the Opera House, Paris, France… (A/N: just so no one gets confused. XD)
Erik searched for Elizabeth. "Where could she be?"Erik thought. Every time he used a crystal, all he would see is thick darkness that not even his eyes could see through." Jareth flew in and became his human form. "She…is…not…in…Paris…nor…France" Jareth said, trying to catch his breath. "We must find her, Jareth!" Erik stormed off.
Germany…
Elizabeth had searched the house for a file and nothing had turned up. "No file…door is locked from the outside…the windows have bars…" Elizabeth thought as she walked into the kitchen. Elizabeth looked at the dirt floor and got an idea. "I can ask him to buy me a garden shovel and dig my way out! I can tend to the plants so he won't notice." Elizabeth laughed.
The next morning was the moment of truth; she had to put her plan into motion. "My love, can I get a garden shovel? I want to tend that lovely plant, by the window." Elizabeth said sweet as she could. "You may get one…if I get a kiss, on the lips." Raoul smiled. Elizabeth's face fell, "A k-kiss?" she stuttered out. "It should be alright…you are my wife" Raoul said, his smile growing wider. "A kiss for freedom…I must if I ever want to see Erik again." Elizabeth thought as she bit her lip. "Alright, a quick kiss." Raoul grabbed her waist and forced a kiss on her lips. It was rough and painful for Elizabeth. "Thank you…I'll go get you that garden shovel." Raoul left smiling. Elizabeth ran to her bedroom and cried. It was her first kiss…not the way she dreamed with a man she loved, but with someone who she hated and felt all his lust that was scaring her. "Lord, please protect me…" she whispered.
It was late at night when Raoul came home. "You may ask for anything…but the price shall always be a kiss." Raoul said as he handed her the garden shovel. "Good night, my love." Raoul whispered close to her ear before he placed a kiss on her cheek. "Good night…dear." was forced out of Elizabeth's mouth as a tear of hatred fell from her eyes.
Everyday, Elizabeth would dig a little bit each day. The hole was big enough for her to squeeze through. That day she was so close to freedom. She dug the last bit and climbed out the hole. "Maria!" a voice cried out in agony, fear, and anger. It was, of course, Raoul. Elizabeth ran as fast as she could, but Raoul had taken his horse and was faster. He easily caught her.
Raoul tied her up with a strong rope. "You dare to run away from me! I gave you my love. I gave up my fortune for you. Was that not enough? Was I just a toy that gave you adoration. You reject me and I still love you. I love you. You are mine. I need you, and I want you. I always get what I want." Raoul growled and beat her many times with the horse whip. "You are my life. You are loyal to me." Raoul shouted and beat her hard enough to draw blood. The blood pooled around her body and she could barely breathe. Raoul dropped the whip and kissed Elizabeth. "I love you…this is for your own good." Raoul whispered as he carried her to the horse and took her to the town doctor. He never noticed the black swan and snow white owl staring at him.
