Full Summary:

Erik Destler has lived alone, without family or friends… until now. After over two years of waiting and watching from a distance, he finally decides to 'save' his only love- Christine Daae. In order to save her, though, he feels he must kidnap her.

17-year-old Christine Daae has basically lived alone since her mother died. Her father rarely comes home at night and she doesn't associate with the friends she once had. Lonely and depressed, she treads through life hopelessly. Her loneliness is about to come to an end, though… The problem is, it's against her will.

To be kidnapped and to have her freedom stolen isn't what Christine wants. But, can she really hate this masked man who has shown her nothing but kindness? And what will she do when she discovers Erik's true feelings for her? Can she forgive him? Can she love him, as he loves her?

Chapter One- To Kidnap an Angel

The rain came down in sheets as Christine Daae hurriedly unlocked the door to her house after having ridden the bus home from school. She stepped inside and wiped the bottoms of her wet shoes on the mat. Then, she shook her head letting drops of water fall from her long, curly brown hair. Finally feeling somewhat dry, she stepped off the mat, closed the door, and locked it.

The house was empty, which was nothing new, and Christine sighed as she made her way into the kitchen. Taking off her backpack, she rolled her shoulders a few times and then walked to the clear sliding glass door leading outside to watch the rain fall. After a few minutes of solemn staring, Christine turned from the door and moved to get a glass of water.

Before she could take her first sip, however, the telephone rang. She jumped at the loud sound after having become so accustomed to the quiet room. Embarrassed by her own reaction, Christine shook her head and walked over to answer the call. "Hello?" she asked while leaning casually against a kitchen counter. Probably a solicitor… After a fairly drawn-out pause, the voice on the other line answered.

"Hello, Christine." It was a man's voice, and the sound of it was low and seemed almost musical. It made her shiver involuntarily and stand up straight, now considerably more alert.

"H- hi, who is this?" she asked nervously, her brow furrowing in confusion. Another pause followed before he spoke again.

"Turn around, Christine," the voice said… yet the command seemed strangely gentle.

She stood frozen for several long seconds before clutching the phone more tightly to her ear. "Why?" she asked while her heart pounded roughly. Sweat was beginning to appear on her forehead.

Instead of receiving a verbal answer, she heard a tapping sound behind her. Christine gasped and jumped in place before reflexively whirling around to face the sound. It came from the sliding glass door where she had been standing only a short time ago.

A man was standing outside in rain staring at her. He wore a black hat, a black mask that covered his entire face, black gloves, and black clothing. A terrified gasp escaped her lips, and Christine's eyes widened in fear. She nearly dropped the phone, but, somehow, she couldn't move. It was like his eyes were holding her in place. They were an incredible light blue, which greatly stood out against the black of his attire. Her mind was screaming, Run!, but she couldn't. She opened her mouth to speak, or scream, or something, but nothing came out.

After several silent moments of just staring at one another, the man finally spoke again. "Open the door, Christine," he calmly and softly commanded.

She finally found her voice but continued to stare at him unmoving. "Wh- who are you? What are you doing here?" she questioned frantically. Her mind was racing so fast and her heart was pounding so hard that she felt dizzy.

"I will tell you," he smoothly replied and paused before adding, "if you open the door." His voice was hypnotic, entrancing.

Shaking, but still managing to hold the phone in a firm grasp to her ear, Christine finally managed to feel her legs and slowly backed away from the sliding glass door until her back hit the wall. Her eyes closed tightly and she shook her head. "No," she whispered shakily.

She was not going to do as he instructed, he realized. And he didn't want to frighten her any longer, so the mysterious man began to sing softly into his cell phone. "Innocent Angel, how I need you! Beautiful Flower, come to me. From the distance I watch waiting, hoping you will soon be mine…" His voice trailed off, and he could see a trance-like glaze enter her extraordinary green eyes. Feeling the power his voice was having over her mind, he softly and tenderly commanded once more, "Open the door, my angel."

Christine found she couldn't control herself. She had lost all ability to think rationally and run screaming. Unconsciously, the phone dropped from her grasp and her body moved forward. Her mind was blank as she reached to unlock the sliding glass door. Then suddenly, without any warning, her eyes closed and she swayed slightly before falling to the floor in an unconscious heap.

His eyes widened in surprise as he watched her fall before quickly sliding the door open and walking in. Looking down at her unconscious form, the man found that he was both worried about her and excited about his triumph. He'd finally completed the task he had hoped to overcome for many months, although he hadn't expected or wanted her to faint.

He knew he had to act quickly before any other surprises could take place.

The strange man quickly picked up the telephone she had been holding, turned it off, and placed it on the receiver. He then gathered her into his arms and stopped to bask in the glorious moment. Finally… He was finally holding the beautiful seventeen-year-old whom he had longed to be close to for so long. He looked down at her in complete awe and hugged her more tightly to his body.

Enough, his mind commanded while coming out of its trance. Swiftly, he walked out the sliding glass door and towards his car, covering the angel in his arms from the violent rain.