A/N: I am finding it easier to update on this story atm so this is how it's gunna be for the next day or so.
Soten: I am almost 10 certain that they did have hotels during those times. After all there had to be a place for travelers to stay. I know that they did have inns though. Well they aren't married yet. In those times age wasn't such a big thing as it is now. Nien, Erik has respect for Christine. Madame Giry changed her clothes. Perhaps I should have actually stated that. But I figured people would see that since Erik left Christine with Madame Giry. Sorry about that.
PrimaDonnaKate: Yay! I am glad you're loving it.
Twinkle22: Well that there is the suspense. When will they meet? How? shakes with excitment It will be wonderful, at least I hope you all will think so.
Angel.De.Musica: I'm sorry! But I had too. Erik was too gentle in that. He needs to be angsty. It makes for much for hot, sexiness. You'll see why I changed it later, it makes more sense. Erik wouldn't be so submissive. Although at first I hadn't planned that part as a dream. And then I thought to myself, aww but I wanted this and this to happen. so I thought, well I can be evil and make it a dream! muhahah Haha, Foppy McFopster! I love it.
thePhantom'sEvenstar:
Yay, happy early birthday. Yes, well I thought it would be
wonderful for her to wake up and see that. The poor things.
Their angst is superb and I am laying it on thick!
Christine came down the stairs and into the sitting room, she looked at Madame Giry who looked rather upset.
"Are you alright maman?" Christine asked, walking over to the older woman.
"Yes, of course child. You should really get some more rest. You have a long day of rehearsals tomorrow, and you cannot be fainting anymore." Madame Giry said kindly.
Christine did as she was told. She knew that Madame Giry was avoiding answering her questions about Erik. This upset her, perhaps he had told Madame Giry he no longer cared about Christine. That he never wanted to see her again. These thoughts flooded Christine's mind as she was lying in bed. She knew it would be near impossible to get any sleep, so she quietly got out of bed and walked over to the window. Her heart skipped a beat. She could have sworn she saw a dark figure, standing on the other side of street, looking up at her window. But as soon as she saw it, it vanished. Perhaps her mind was p;aying tricks on her.
Erik had left They Giry's home and had wandered through the the tunnels that ran under Paris. When night fell, he was drawn back toward the house and he stood on the opposite side of the street. He looked up at Christine's window, thinking of all that had happened. How much had changed in so little time. He still loved her, he always would.
He had been standing there for a while when he saw her come to the window. He saw her eyes land on him, and then he vanished. How could have been such a fool? Standing on the side of the street, like a stalker. He returned back to his room and decided that he needed to put some things in order. He was tired of living in the run down hotel.
Early the next morning, before the sun began to shine he left the hotel and headed for the Nadir's house. Even though the man got under his skin at times, he was loyal to Erik and vice versa. He knocked on Nadir's door and seconds later it was swung open.
"Well hello Erik. It's a bit early for a visit, but come in." Said the dark skinned man, as Erik walked past him.
"Dargoa, I need a favor." Erik said, looking at the other man.
"Of course. What do you need." Nadir said, without a second thought. He would always do whatever he could for Erik.
"I need you to go to the bank, and get out enough money for me to purchase a home." Erik said, jumping right to the point.
"Where do you want to meet me?" The dargoa asked.
"I will drop you off at the bank in a carriage and wait for you to finish. We will come back here and I am sure you won't mind keeping the money here until I need it." Erik said, walking back toward the front door. "I'll be here at 10." And with that he was gone.
Later that night Erik sat at Nadir's house. They had the money, and had placed in inside a safe in Nadir's room. Now they only had to find a place that would fit Erik's needs. Nadir had heard of large estate that was for sale, it was outside of Paris. It was secluded, so Erik would have no trouble with his privacy. Nadir promised to find out more about it and withing the next two weeks Erik had purchased the estate.
Erik looked around. He had just entered his new home. If it could be called a home yet. Were walls and carpets enough to be a home? There was no furniture at all, except a bed in his room. But even that wasn't to his liking. The next day a piano and an organ would arrive along with a dining room table, some couches and chaise lounges, armoires, chests, blankets, sheets, pillows, towels, plates, candles, oil, pots, pans, chairs, and six beds along with matresses and some other things needed to make a house a home.
After a month of working on his new home it was very close to his level of perfection. The house which was close to being the size of a mansion held six bedrooms, two sitting rooms, a very large kitchen, a large dining room, five bathrooms, a study, library, a ballroom, and Erik had discovered that there was a basement. This pleased him, and he had plans to making that fact discreet to everyone besides himself. He had disguised several passage ways that led in and out of the basement and was pleased that when Nadir came he was oblivous to the fact that he was leaning right next to a hidden doorway.
Erik knew the time was coming to let Madame Giry know where he now resided, so one day he wrote her a short note and hoped that she would send him a message from Christine.
Madame Giry was pleasantly suprised when Meg told her a letter had arrived for her. When she saw the familiar writing she couldn't help but smile.
Dear Mariette,
I am now living in a home that I am glad to say is my own. I found the perfect place where I can compose in peace without worrying about neighbors poking about where they are not wanted. It is a secluded home, there are trees completely surrounding the area and I have no neighbors for miles. The driveway itself is practically hidden and if you aren't looking for it, you would pass it by without ever knowing of its existance. I am quite pleased with it, and I must say it is nice to bask in my solitude. I hope everything is well with you and and your daughter. Take care of Christine.
Sincerely,
Erik
Madame Giry sighed and placed the note in her little desk, then locked the drawer. Christine had been asking her questions she could not answer about Erik. Where was he? Was he still angry? Did he hate her? Would she ever see him again? The poor girl was falling back into her despair once more. She barely ate, she hardly spoke, she had trouble sleeping. Madame Giry hated to see her this way and knew the only way to solve the problem would be to tell her where Erik was. They would solve this mess together and leave her out of it. To be honest, she was rather tired of it. They both loved each other, they were just stubborn.
Yes, she nodded and headed upstairs. She would tell Christine exactly where Erik was. With a smile she knocked on Christine's door, knowing that sooner or later things would have to change.
I am rather disapointed with this chapter, but there is another update coming right after this. But of course I will need some reviews. I know where the story is going and it will be an interesting ride. Prepare yourself children.
I also wanted to let you all know, that if there are any spelling/grammar errors it is because I am writing this on the little edit document thing since my stupid microsoft word isn't working. So I don't have the luxury of it checking my mistakes. I would love to have a beta so if anyone is interested let me know and also explain to me exactly how that works! I love you all!
