Alex~

I could tell by the way the room seemed to sway that I was on a Truck. Either that, or I'd been drugged, probably a combination of both though. I felt my pockets for my phone and was shocked to find it missing. 

I sat up and tried to stand, the truck came to a halt and I stumbled backwards hitting my head on the metal wall of the container.

I hissed in pain and sunk down to sit on the cold metal ground. As Best I could tell I was in a shipping container. And from the sound of the engine I was being moved. I moved to the back of the container and sat there for what seemed like hours. There was no way to judge the time, no light seeped into my prison.

And there was no escaping it.

In fact I didn't know how much air was left in this box. So I did the only smart thing. I sat down and tried to relax. And I prayed that Erik would come save me.

Obviously the woman I spoke to at the park was bad news. She had to play some part in this... I searched my brain the way she spoke... it was almost familiar ...  but I couldn't quite place it.

The door was opened and there she was.

"Hello. I'm sure you have questions. They will not be answered." She extended her hand to help me down from the truck.

Despite the circumstances I laughed. And since the truck bed was so far off the ground I accepted her help getting down. I took the time to look her over again. She seemed harmless enough, though I knew better. Her dark brown hair hung in loose waves past her shoulders. She wore a loose white blouse and a flowing purple skirt. Her brown eyes looked me over.

"I wonder what he sees in you." She marveled.

"Me too." I agreed. 

"Silence or I will silence you." She snapped.

Ah that was it, her accent was Romanian...

Her hand closed over my wrist and she dragged me towards an all to familiar building.

"We're in France?! How long have I been asleep?!" I exclaimed.

One look from her silenced me as I remembered her open ended threat, she dragged me into the dark interior of the Opera House.

Erik ~ 

"It wasn't this slow on the way over here." Erik growled. 

"Erik please stop pacing, you're making me ill." Cindy sighed.

"We're all worried but pacing won't get us there any faster." Nadir agreed. 

Erik grumbled some french curse words.

"Erik!" Nadir exclaimed.

"What? It's not like she understands me!" Erik Exclaimed. 

Alex~

I was dragged into the Opera by the woman.

She released my hand and smiled maliciously.

"I really am sorry to do this to you dear. I dislike killing innocents. But I must avenge my son."

Oh, oh... no! My mind flashed back to what Nadir told me. This must be the gypsy woman who's son Erik killed...

"Take me to the Angel of death's domain." She hissed, grabbing my face and squeezing. 

I pulled away from her grasp , glaring. I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Boys." She growled.

Two men entered the room from behind her. Muscle on top of muscle. My eyes widened.

"You will speak... eventually." Her voice shook me to the core. 

 She turned back to the men, "Boys perhaps you can loosen her tounge."

Half an hour later I was tossed bleeding and bruised. Unceremoniously into the Prima Donna's dressing room.

"Perhaps she'll feel like talking in the morning." One of the men spoke to her.

She sighs, "That's alright, you tried your best. And we have all the time in the world."

Her dark brown eyes caught mine and the fire in them made me shiver. 

I heard the lock click in the door, and tears stung behind my eyes.

It took all my strength to drag myself up onto the frilly pink bed, and I lay there and my eyes closed.