AN: Hi sorry that i have not updated in so long : ( you see i'm still in highschool so yeah... i have exams coming up. (i think that all exams should just... go... away... far...away) anyways so yes that is what i've been do'in studying for those fast aproching exams...
p.s. i dont own any of the charactures in my story's they are all Gaston Leroux's (i don't think i will be adding any of my own charactures... i might though)
Chapter three (continued)
Even though Madam Girry knew Erik very well she still could not help but being a little... restless around him... so to say, of course she knew he would in all likely hood never heart her... but she always made sure that she did not get to close to him.
"And what might I ask do you want?" Madam Girry asked Erik in a rather stern voice. "What in gods name do you want now? I don't understand you Erik. I helped you, but you still never answer me with a... strait answer... it's always one of those "I have my ways" or something like that, I really find you rather frustrating at times!"
"Not many people could ever understand me Madam. Not even you!" Came his calm voice in reply
"Erik please, for the most part I do understand... some of what you have gone through, and I can only imagine what your life has been like... its just... I thought that you trusted me enough to tell me some things about yourself. I have done so much for you... I just wish... you could understand that you can trust me." Madam Girry gave him a reassuring look. "Now tell me... what is it that brought you out of the shadows?"
"Ah Madam! Of course I trust you. Why ells would I be talking to you if I did not?" He said in a rather matter of fact tone "And as for why I am here..." he paused for a moment then continued "I am here to inquire about on of the ballet girls... Christine Daa. I'm quite sure you know her, and I... am an acquaintance of hers... in a way..." He knew by the look that Madam Girry shot in his direction that she did not believe him at all, he sighed at this, he was starting to get rather annoyed with her, and how she seemed to be starting to think him untrustworthy.
"Madamusel Daa? Why of course I know her! She's the one my daughters so fond of and the one that..." her voice trailed off as she saw someone coming down the corridor they were in. Before she could even utter a word of this to Erik he disappeared into the shadows, to god only knows where.
AN: Sorry for the sortness I gotta go study : ( see what did I tell you those exams are EVIL EVIL i tell you!... I'll stop with that now...
right, well i'm sorry if there are any spelling arrors, i don't have anytime at the moment to be very prisise with how i'm typing...
P.S. Does anyone think that the headless horseman is hot?... me and my friend do... i know what your thinking "freek" right... well he is sortave cool... and i like his cape and the swishness of it... and and i like his horse... his horse is cute (I ride horses, and today we jumped a jump that i think was about 3 feet tall : ) it was fun... when you go up to a jump like that you feel like screaming coming up to it... but when your in the air... its just peacefull and it feels like your flying. I was on my second fav horse... shes fun in the middle of trotting she will just start bucking :P its really rather funny when your on her, but sortave scarey at the same time... oh well none the less i love her and if i could buy her and ,y fav horse i would jump at the chants : ) I like him and V and of course my favorit is Erik 3
Did you all know that Erik was reall? i have proof... well Gaston Leroux has the proof right in the prologe to the book :P it was awsome when me and my friend found out we just sortave were in shock the whole day... i still can't believe it... i'm going to go to the opera house one day... i wana see box five 3 Eriks box 3