Chapter 2-Regrettable Words
A/N- okay here is the second chap I hope you like this will explain about what Raoul is doing. This is biased on the 2004 movie version cause that’s the only one I know anything about plus, I love Patrick and Gerry. I know Erik may seem a little non-caring here but he isn’t you’ll see in later chaps.
Disclaimer- I wish! Plot is MINE, MINE! (Breaks into song from Pocahontas) So are the kidnappers.
Thanks to- Bobmcbobbob1 and Son Ange- All will be revealed!
Phantomica- Gah! hides under desk Here’s the new chap!
HERE IT IS!
Raoul ran up the steps to the opera house, if he couldn’t get the police involved, he was going to need help even if it was from the man who tried to kill him. Since it was late no one was up at the opera house. It was still smelled of smoke and soot from the fire but the renovations were coming along nicely. Raoul made his way to Christine’s old dressing room, he remeberd Christine saying something about a secret passage threw the mirror. He stood in front of the mirror, trying to figure out how to get it open, he ran his fingers down the edges searching for a latch an opening ,anything that would get the mirror open. He heard a click and slid the mirror open.
The hallway was a dark, dusty, and damp one. He made his way down the hallway until he came to the lake, the boat was gone so he would have to walk threw. He jumped into the lake and the water leveled at his knees but as he trudged on threw the lake, the water rose to his thighs. He finally reached the grate to labyrinth. It was very disheveled with broken mirrors and music sheets scatterd everywhere and it was also empty or so it looked.
“Hello?” Raoul called out “Is anyone there?” Erik was sitting in his small office looking over some papers when he heard that boy’s voice calling out.
What could he possibly want? Erik thought as he stood up from his chair and made his way out to the outer part of the lair and saw a very similar sight, Raoul was standing on the other side of the grate with his hand grasping the bars.
“Vicomt, this is indeed an unparalleled delight, I wasn’t expecting you so soon after our last meeting.” Erik said his voice dripping in sarcasm.
“Please, Monsieur I need your help.” Raoul said with such desperation he was almost begging.
“What could you possibly need my help with, you’ve already stolen the love of my life from me, what more could you want?” Erik said turning his back on the boy he loathed so.
“Wait,” Raoul called after him to no avail and Erik kept on walking. “Christine’s been kidnapped and I need your help finding her.” Erik stopped dead in his tracks and turned around slowly. Christine was kidnapped! He thought, he clenched his fists anyone who hurt her would have consequences to pay.
“Why my help, tho? Why not go to the police?” Raoul, looked down.
“I can’t, if I do she is in more danger, but I also can’t find her alone.”
“How do you know this?” Erik asked with an inquiring look on his face
“The kidnappers left a note, I have it here.” He said feeling for it in his pants. He found it and held it up for Erik to see. Erik let out a sigh of defeat.
“Very well, then.” He said as went to pull the lever that opend the portcullis. Raoul nervously made his way in, the grate closed behind him. “Come here.” Erik ordered with wave of his hand motioning for Raoul to follow him to a small parlor, Raoul had never realized how big the labyrinth really was. Erik sat down in a leather armchair and motioned for Raoul to sit the identical one across from him. Raoul took his seat and handed the note to Erik.
“Here is the note they left, she was out for her usual late night ride around the grounds of the estate and when she didn’t come back when she usually dose I began to worry and I went out to find her and.” Tears blurred Raoul’s vision, this was the first time he actually realized that he could lose Christine forever. Erik saw the rawemotion in his eyes, this man truly loves her, he thought. “She wasn’t there and I found the note.” Raoul’s words came between small sobs; he was trying to choke back. “You will be rewarded greatly for your services, I can assure you as soon as she’s safe,” Raoul said trying to cover the fear in his voice. Erik stopped him before he could finish.
“Monsieur Le Vicomt, I will not need any reward to help find her, in fact I would have started searching for her the minute I heard she was missing is you hadn’t come.” Erik said hiding all emotion in his voice, which had been a talent he had protected over the years of being the Opera Ghost. Some small piece of hope gleamed in Raoul’s eyes as he lifted his head to meet Erik’s.
“Thank you, so much you have my undying gratitude,” Raoul stood up to shake his hand.
“Mousier-,” He realized he didn’t know the Phantom’s name. Erik debated in his head if he should tell Raoul his name and finally came to a decision.
“Since we are working together you should know that my name is Erik.”
“Monsieur Erik then, thanks you again.” Raoul shook his hand gratefully and turned to leave.
“Where are you going?” Erik asked as if Raoul where a small child leaving his parent’s side.
“I thought I should go home and get some rest, as should you, for it is very late and we need to make a good start in the morning.” Erik eyed him strangely.
“If we are going to find her anytime soon, we need to start to work on a plan and then we shall go back to your estate and I will examine the spot where she was taken from.” Raoul nodded and obediently sat back down in the chair and the foes began to work together as a team.
Christine’s eyes slowly opened, as she let out a small moan. She was lying on a hay covered stone floor; she was obviously in a former stable no longer being used for its intended purposes. Her hands and feet were bound and she was lying on her side. The events of the night came rushing back to her, she had been kidnapped! Tears stung her eyes at thought of never being to see her beloved Raoul ever again. The small door to the stable opened and a shadow of a large man became visible. He gave her a once over and called into the room connected to the stable,
“Sid, the girl’s awake.”
“Dose she remember anythin’?” A voice called back.
“Of course she would, we didn’t hit her over the head.” The large man strutted over to Christine and kneeled down beside her, it was too hard to make out what he looked like in the dark but Christine could tell he had a slight beard and was a very tall muscular man. He slid a long dirty finger under her chin and lifted it to look into her tear stained eyes.
“Feeling better Cherie? I’m sorry we gave you such a scare earlier but my friend and I need you for, let’s say, business matters.” He said letting out a slight chuckle. Rage burned in Christine’s eyes for she would recognize that voice anywhere.
“You,” She spat into his face as a rage overtook her she never knew she had. “Took me from my home, my fiancée and my whole world but I am just warning you that Raoul WIL find me and you and your companion will rot in a jail cell for the rest of your worthless lives, you filthy bastard!” Christine had never used such language before but now seemed as good as any to start now. The man’s eyes narrowed as Christine’s cheek was met with a harsh slap. The man stood up his height towering over Christine’s small form.
“You better watch your tongue Cherie, you never know how much trouble that could get you into.” With that the man left leaving Christine alone in the darkness.
A/N- Okay I am sorry it took a while but hey here you go! I know Christine might have been a lil OOC for a min there but she was kidnapped so I think that gives her an excuse!
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Chapter 3- Dreaming of You
A/N- Okay here is the 3rd Chap. I want to clarify something, the reason why
Christine knew the one guys voice. It was because he was the one who
kidnapped her, NOT because she knows him from somewhere else. Oh, and I’d
like to thank Nerwen for the help and being my beta.
Disclaimer-I do not own, Christine, Erik or sadly Raoul ( I do own the plot
and kidnappers. )
Thanks to- Bobmcbobbob1, Son Ange and Lunasariel- I got a beta so I hope
this is better.
Dun dunna nun, nun, nun. The chapter is here Inside the screen
“We will find nothing more here. We need not waste more time at a dead end.”
Erik said as he took one last look around the De Chagny stable; they had
been searching for past hour, but it was to no avail. Erik had no idea how
they were going to find Christine now; he had been hoping to find a clue at
the stable. Raoul fell to his knees in defeat.
“Our one lead, and it-” Raoul felt a sharp pain in his knee “What is this?”
He lifted his knee to find the engagement ring he had given Christine. He
looked at it sadly, and went to put it in his pocket. As he raised his eyes,
he looked at the road ahead and saw the faint trail made from wagon wheels.
“Erik, come here, I think I found a trail.” Erik walked over to where Raoul
was kneeling on the ground.
“Well,” Erik said. “You better get your horse ready, the light will soon
start to fade.”
The door to the stable opened for the second time and the same man walked
in. As he walked over to Christine’s trembling form, Christine realized for
the first time that she was afraid, afraid of what these men could do to her
and afraid of dieing. But the thing she was most afraid of was never seeing
Raoul again. The man squatted down by her ankles; Christine squeezed her
eyes shut in fear. What was he going to do? She wondered. Suddenly she felt
the bonds around her ankles loosen. She opened her eyes to see the man
standing over her. He grabbed her arm and roughly jerked her to her feet. He
began leading her out the door of the stable and into a brightly lit room;
he roughly pushed her up a small staircase. They stopped at a door and as he
retained his grip on her forearm, he pulled a key from his pocket and jammed
it into the keyhole. He opened the door, pulled her in front of him, and
turned her around.
“Hold still, Cherie.” Christine gasped as she felt the cold metal of a
dagger against her wrist. This is it, she thought I am going to die; I am
going to die without ever seeing Raoul again. At this thought, tears came to
her eyes. She was doing all she could to keep from becoming hysterical when,
once again, she felt the loosening of her bonds, but this time, on her
wrists. The man turned her to face him with a rough twirl.
“This is your room. You will stay here until Sid or I come and get you.
Don’t even think about climbing out the window; we have guard dogs down
there that will bite your head off if you ain’t gotta piece of meat on you.
Understand?” He gritted though yellow teeth as he shook her to emphasize his
point. She bowed her head slightly.
“Good.” He said, pushing her away from him. He left, slamming the door shut.
Christine was standing the middle of the room taking in all that had
happened to her so far and all that could happen. She looked around the
room; it was small and its only contents were a window and small bed.
Christine walked over to the bed and lied down with only one thought on her
“Raoul, no!” Christine screamed, jolting herself awake. She had had a
terrible dream: she and Raoul were at the beach where they had met when they
were children and they were standing at the coastline. Raoul had leaned in
to kiss her when a tidal wave came, swooping him up in the current and
leaving Christine alone on the beach. She sat up in the bed and was looking
around the small room when her attention was drawn to the door. It was open
slightly: this could be her only chance. She slowly got up and walked to the
door and hesitantly opened it and stepped out into the hallway. She could
see the staircase, it was only a few paces away. She steadied herself
against the wall and began to make her to the staircase. She was almost
there when she felt a large hand grab her by the neck and push her against
“What are you doing out of bed, Cherie?” A gritty voice said.
“I, I ,I-” Christine choked out.
“Well,” He said doing a double take. “Since it’s just us, I don’t think
anyone will mind me having a little fun.” He said, his hand moving up her
hip and snaking around her back. Christine shuddered in fear and closed her
eyes, trying to block out what was going to happen to her.
“Fredric, get your hands off of her.” A pudgy man, who seemed to appear out
of nowhere said. “We ain’t supposed to touch her until we get word from the
boss. Go back to bed. I’ll take her to her room.” Fredric shot one last
glare into Christine’s frightened eyes. Giving her one last thrust against
the wall, he left. Sid grabbed Christine’s wrist and pulled her back to the
room. Roughly tossing her in he shut the door with a small click.
A/N- so the man’s name is Fredric and click is Sid locking the door. Okay I
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