Carly's POV:

I took a deep breath and turned back. It had been a week since Jonathan had given me the promise ring and I was still trying to story out my feelings. One thing that confused me was what I was feeling about Erik. I mean, that sorta thing is reserved for fairytales. I guess, what I was wondering about was whether or not I loved Jonathan. I guess I am pretty confused. I had taken a walk just to clear my head and it was getting dark quicker then I had expected. I glanced at the sky and started to hurry home. I suddenly stopped when I saw a large figure looming before me. I thought it looked familiar but I couldn't place it. Suddenly the figure moved and I saw nothing but black. It dawned on me then that I was being kidnapped.

A while later I found myself on a bed in a room I didn't recognize. It was nice and I loved the feeling of the sheets. They were soft and warm. I winced and my head started to throb. It took me a moment to realized what had happened. I had been kidnapped. Me the daughter of a pastor and worth absolutely nothing to anyone had been kidnapped. I shot straight out of bed but then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see my captor. He was still wearing that cloak and I couldn't see his face at all. I moved away and stared at him.

“Who are you?” I whispered. He lifted the cowl back and I saw the last person I expected. Erik. Erik was my kidnapper. I tried to wrap my mind around it all.

“Erik, why did you do this?” He smiled but it wasn't the smile I wanted to see. Instead it was the smile of insanity. I saw it in his eyes. A madness that would have scared anyone. He reached down and took my hand in his. He ran his thumb over my ring.

“I hate the boy that gave you this. I will keep you away from him at all cost. Don't try to run. You are here forever.” He walked out the door and I heard it click. I was locked in. I stared around in panic. I couldn't believe that Erik would kidnap me. Why? He said he hated Jonathan and would do all he could to keep us apart. I didn't understand. He had been so kind to me before. I walked around and looked at my room. It was white and green. How did he know my favorite colors? It was done up all nice and pretty. There was everything I needed. I wondered how long he had been planning this. Probably since he first saw me. He just wanted to get close. I sighed and held myself in my arms. I had thought at one point in our relationship that I might be able to love him, but now I knew I didn't. I hated him.

Erik's POV:

I took a deep breath and sat at my piano. I hated to leave my house but I knew I couldn't stay at that house. It would be one of the first places her family would ask for her at. They would expect either I had kidnapped her or would know where she was. That is why I had placed a note to my house keeper to tell her that I would be in Europe for an unknown period of time. I never expected to come back. I had removed my music and my piano. Those were the two things I loved in life. I played a random piece and wondered what I was to do. I had taken Carly because I didn't want her to be around that boy. I think his name was Jonathan? Well, it didn't matter. I wanted her with me. I had known she had a boyfriend but when that ring entered the picture I had lost it. I didn't want to imagine where that ring would lead. First came a promise ring, then came an engagement ring, then a wedding ring. I couldn't let that happen. I slammed my hands down the on the piano keys. Why did I have to start giving her lessons? Why did I have to let my feelings go farther than a teacher to student relationship required? Why did I have to fall in love with her?