One, thanks for the quick replies!
Two...I messed up! THIS is chapter 2! Sorryfor the inconvience!
"But are you sure, Erik, or do you just say this?" Madame probed Christine's former love interest.
"You think I would hide something like this? You think I would protect her? Perhaps you havent been caught up on the times." Erik said with annoyance.
"She never goes anywhere with out telling someone."
"And what? You assume that since de Changy cant keep ahold of his own fiancé that she must have run away and of course she told her Angel, yes?"
"Well, I was hoping." Madame admitted. "Erik...usually you know where everyone is! You're the Opera Ghost - you keep track of every ballet rat in the entire place. Right now you most likely know where Meg is!"
"In the ballet dormatory of the right corner, worrying about you. It's what she always does when you come here. She's afraid you'll get taken by the monster, yes?" Erik shrugged. "It what every ballet rat does - shiver in fear of me. Even a certain singer does so at the very thought of having to see me just once again."
"I doubt that, Erik. If I thought that was the truth, I wouldnt have come to you. The Vicomte wont admit it, but I know the two were having problems, and I'm willing to bet my life upon it that it had something to do with you."
"You think she ran away because of me?" Erik said as if it was the most stupid thing he had ever heard. "You're looking in the wrong places."
"Really? You seem to know everything I'm doing wrong. Perhaps you could start leading me in the right direction. Where would you look?"
He shook his head. "Nowhere. She wants to be a child and run away from her problems...let her."
"But maybe she didnt run away. Maybe someone took her, or she's lost, or in danger..."
"We would know." Erik simply said.
"How would we know."
"Excuse me, I would know. Obviously I'm the only one who really understands the girl. Leave her be and she'll come home when she calms down and thinks she can handle her situation."
"But how could you be sure?"
He grinned with irony. "I'm her Angel, remember? Obviously I know what's in her heart...and...what's not." He added with a bitter tone, turning from Madame Giry and sitting at his organ bench.
