Disclaimer: I absolutely do NOT own, nor do I gain any monetary subsidies, for this fan fiction story. The characters, setting, names belong to the author that created them (Leroux, Kay), BUT the plot is all mine!
Author's Note: Hello! Thanks for the reviews! Now we are making headway into this story! To answer a question many had, Christine did NOT have a daughter. The Christine in the garden is Christine Daae. Just wait and see how it is possible. As promised, here is chapter eleven withSerene/Erik battles, Christine meets some strangers, and Raoul narrowly misses running into Christine…and someone is watching the masked man and doctor aboard the train…What about Madame Giry? What will she do when she realizes what Erik has done? (I apologize if there is a gross amount of grammatical/spelling errors. I was anxious to get this out!)
Chapter Eleven- Imminent Colliding Chaos
Nadir and Raoul attempted to get the young man to speak but to no avail. Not acknowledging he even heard them, Spencer would just stare distantly ahead in the distance without flinching and barely blinking. He was lost in his world and Nadir feared that he could never be reached except through means of a miracle.
Nadir and the Vicomte discussed sleeping arrangements which both agreed that it would be best if Raoul lodged elsewhere due to the unfortunate memories that could plague both him and Madame Giry if they were to meet again. The Arabian would take Spencer to stay under Antoinette's roof for the night before they would meet Raoul at the inn and travel to Paris at dawn.
Parting ways, Raoul de Chagny headed off to a local hotel while the other two remained in the carriage, silent for different reasons. The beautiful scenery of Madrid did nothing to soothe the anxieties of the Persian nor did it even have an effect on the young man as the carriage jostled now and then.
"Spencer, all will be made right. I need your help. I need your guidance."
The man did not even respond to Nadir's words; he merely looked out of the window and sighed heavily. Contemplating anything that could snap the boy out of his reverie, the foreigner finally found the answer.
"Spencer, please look at me. This is very important."
Reluctantly, the brown-haired man turned to the Arab with eyes full of sorrow and question as the Persian took hold of the paper that had torn Spencer's world apart by its words. Taking a deep breath, Spencer both listened and watched as the feathers to his companion's Afghan hat swayed to and fro as he earnestly spoke with conviction, moving the paper as well.
"What if this was Erik's plan? What if he wanted everyone to think your wife had died in the asylum fire?"
Cocking his head only slightly to the right, Spencer listened to the older man as Nadir was thrilled that he had the man's attention.
"I know Erik and his antics very well. He had not attempted to escape for three years, knowing full well he could. Why did he pick the time when your wife came if he did not have a plan that involved her?"
Spencer waited for him to continue, absorbing all his companion's hopeful words like a starving man clinging to crumbs.
"Here is my conjecture of what happened. Somehow, Erik was able to sneak out of his room and steal supplies needed to escape and make explosive devices. I have been to the sanitarium before and know how it operates, so I assume he was able to slip out unnoticed around lunchtime because most patients would have been sleeping due to laudanum while the attendants were outside on the patio. He placed the explosives wherever they were and went into your wife's office. I think he kidnapped her and took her with him before the devices detonated."
The young man's eyes widened as the life suddenly flooded back into his body. It was possible that his love could be alive! He could be with her…as soon as they found her. As his will to live came within his body, he suddenly found his voice.
"All we have to do is find out what he did after exploding the asylum and then we can find Serene."
Smiling, the young man sat back with such hope radiating from him that Nadir felt dread fill his own heart. How could he destroy this boy's fragile hope with the impending bad news that once Erik has no use of the man's wife, the masked man would kill her? No, he would not say anything. He would first consult the guidance of Madame Giry, who possibly may run into Erik and Nadir could only pray that when Erik visits her, he still has an alive Serene with him.
---On board the train---
The doctor and masked man did not sleep well, one used to insomnia while the other was not. As if tension between the two were not high enough, the lack of sleep seemed to steel Serene's nerves. If she was going to be Erik's prisoner, then she determined she would make his life even more miserable. An attendant came and brought them a breakfast of eggs and French toast as well as some herbal tea while Erik hid in the lavatory, avoiding suspicion.
Apparently, the masked man had ensured procurements while she had slept, something that did not sit well for her. Eating only a little of the food, she found the masked man watching her intently with those glaring gold eyes of his, which she tried to ignore but to no avail.
The masked man's eyes seemed to bore into her very soul. He ate nothing, only taking awkward sips of the tea due to his mask but Serene kept her gaze downward, not wanting to agitate him further.
He was tense and this made her uneasy. After swallowing some of the bread, she took a hesitant sip of her tea, her green eyes meeting the golden eyes of her captor with a strange vigor that renewed in both.
Setting her cup down, she suddenly found her voice, "What's wrong?"
Shaking his head, his eyes moved from her eyes to the door, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
She felt her eyes involuntarily widen at his question, obviously perturbed at his inattention, a quality she never would have attributed to the Opera Ghost.
"I, um, asked what was wrong. You are tense."
Nodding his head, he responded curtly and didactically, "Ah, yes, I see now. Not that it means much to you, but I am experiencing an ominous feeling."
"I don't know why, considering I am positive all of Paris thinks we perished in the fire. Where in Spain are we going? That is, if you plan on keeping me alive until then."
His eyes flared with anger but then a calm serenity seeped through the fiery golden depths. He then returned to his reticence, leaving Serene feeling agitated. However, she was determined to try and get into his head, to know what he was thinking.
"Erik, do you mind if we have a conversation?"
The glaring black mask turned in her direction, his lips set in a tight firm line. He was not used to being like mankind in general and the thought of having a light conversation over tea sounded absolutely ridiculous to him.
"I am not one used to conversing with the likes of humankind. If you expect to exploit my weakness or believe that I will let you go out of the kindness of my heart, you are sadly mistaken."
A small smile settled on her features as she retorted quietly, "Monsieur Desslar, I already know your weakness, and it is useless to use her to add to your grief. As far as you letting me go, I know that is a lost cause. Besides, my husband probably thinks I am…"
"Dead? Well, I would hope so; that was my intention."
A hateful glare was directed towards Erik, but the masked man was not to be deterred. This was going to be a long train side, and he needed some amusement to entertain him during that time. She crossed her arms along her chest, and tilted her chin at him in utter defiance. Chuckling darkly at her behavior, he spoke in a methodically sinister voice.
"Perhaps I should put your husband out of misery, too. Would that please you? My, my, you act like a child fussing over spilt milk."
Snorting indignantly, she peered at him behind her squinted eyes, "How is it I am acting like a child? I believe I have handled myself like a lady considering I have been kidnapped by the infamous Phantom of the Opera and forced on this train to heaven knows where in Spain. I haven't thrown a conniption fit…yet. Is that what you want, Erik? Is all of this what you want?"
Before he could stop the words from flooding out of his mouth, Erik responded with sorrow, "No, it isn't…all I wanted was Christine…just Christine…"
Both of them sat back for a moment in silence before Serene's soft voice filled it once more. "Erik?"
"Yes?"
"Did Spencer ever meet you? I mean to say did you ever try and hurt him?"
Sighing heavily, he passed a hand over his masked face in resignation and exhaustion before he spoke again. It was odd that he was talking so; normally, he was content not speaking in respite but he found that a life without a companion had finally caught up with him.
"No, I never would hurt a man like Spencer Willows. He truly was a breath of fresh air for me amidst a throng of egotistically sad excuses for humans that populated my theater. Willows and I never formally met but he was there at my weakest moment and did not betray me. He had every reason to either kill me or reveal my identity and he did not."
Nodding her head sadly, she looked at him again as acceptance engulfed her being. "Spencer is probably heading to Paris to what he believes the place where I perished in the fire. I wish I could have said good bye. I suppose I will never see him again, but he knows that I loved him. The sad thing is that we fought before I left and I walked out, refusing his plea for me to stay. I suppose I should have listened."
Cocking his head to the side, Erik nodded, "He truly loved you. Just as I was with Christine, he had your best interests at heart. And just like Christine did to me, you left him."
"Why are we going to Spain? You might as well tell me because sooner or later, I will find out. It's not like I can do anything about it anyhow."
"Once we arrive in Madrid, I plan to take us to Madame Giry's house. I need to get some answers."
He glanced in her direction as she briefly peered out the window before tentatively looking back at his intense golden gaze.
"You do not really know what happened to Christine, do you?"
He didn't respond, but his silence was an answer enough for Serene. A deep inhalation filled with pain and anguish from Erik revealed for the first time that the masked man had suffered hell just to stay alive. He had endured the asylum, innocent of all charges in regards to Christine's disappearance.
His gold eyes returned their intensive stare at her as she got down before his knees. Reaching out, Serene grasped his long and skeletal hands in hers without him protesting. Looking deeply into his eyes, she tried to comfort him. Why? Spencer had seen the good in this man, and she would, too.
"I understand why you remained silent all these years. You wanted to make everyone believe you were responsible for Christine's disappearance so that you could live long enough to find out what happened to her yourself because you knew that you would be hanged otherwise."
"It changes nothing between us. You are my prisoner, and you are expendable."
Smiling softly, Serene returned to her seat dejected but not deflected. "I know. I am just sorry that you had to suffer three years not ever knowing what happened to the woman you loved."
She then picked up a book that had been left in the room and began to read it. A deep sharp ache began to develop within Erik's heart as he fully realized for the first time that he had put Spencer through the very same thing the former Opera Ghost had suffered for nearly four years…denying the man the closure to what really happened to the woman he loved. Stretching back, the masked man lay recumbent while Serene slowly was lulled to sleep by the train's monotonous movements with dreams of some man playing Chopin in the distance.
Filling the need to sing, Erik began to hum a song before he opened his mouth and quietly sing the song aloud.
Whenever I'm alone
with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm
alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever
I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever
I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again
However
far away, I will always love you
However long I stay, I will
always love you
Whatever words I say, I will always love you
I
will always love you
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make
me feel like I am free again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You
make me feel like I am clean again
However far away, I will
always love you
However long I stay, I will always love
you
Whatever words I say, I will always love you
I will always
love you
Outside the small cabin where the dangerous masked man and his prisoner were staying was the man that had followed them. A stewardess passed him with a bright smile as he nodded for the sake of politeness. Turning his attention back to the cabin, he pressed two fingers on the smooth metal surface of the pistol in his waistband. It was only a matter of time before he acted…he would wait until the masked man slept and then he would rescue the young doctor.
He could only hope that his boss would not rebuke his faithful 'servant' for doing the world a favor by ridding it of the monster that had terrorized it for the past ten years.
---Back to Spain---
Raoul had sent word through a messenger that he had made it to the inn and was settled until dawn. Spencer had said few words but those words were enough to satisfy the Persian. Nadir only hoped that they would find Erik before he disposed of the woman, if she was still alive. Looking at the brightness and vigor in the young man's eyes, the foreign man could not bring himself to tell his companion the potential bad news.
Upon arriving at Madame Giry's house, the servants showed them in the small but quaint home on the farm. They helped bring luggage to the two vacant guest rooms on the upper floor while Spencer made his way to the parlor where a small grand piano resided. His fingers literally itched to touch the ivory keys; he had not played since leaving the American shores. When no one came to stop him, his magnificent hands caressed the black and white keys of the beautiful instrument as he played Chopin's No. 21 in C Minor with finesse and splendid accuracy.
Nadir heard the piano's melody from the hallway and made his way to find that the young man was playing. As the Persian turned to leave after the young man had fully surrendered to the music, the young man suddenly flung his self from the piano with a raucous slam of the keys, falling ungracefully upon his bum in shock.
Rushing over to his companion's side immediately, Nadir looked over him with concern.
"What is it?! What happened?"
The young man shook his head and lifted his shaking hands to his face before his body began to shudder uncontrollably. Helping him to his unsteady feet, the foreign man led him to the settee to sit down.
A helpful servant brought some water which the man drank greedily before setting it upon the table. Looking towards the heaven, the man's lips moved but no sound came out as if he spoke a silent prayer.
When the shaking had lessened, the pianist turned towards the older man with wild eyes and a frenzied countenance.
"I saw her, Monsieur Khan. I saw Serene! She was sleeping…but I knew she heard me play but then…I saw a man with a gun."
To say Nadir was skeptical would have been an understatement, but he then fully believed Spencer when the young man said something that was very peculiar.
"You have to believe me. She may be in danger! This man was of short stature and seemed almost like a boy from the Middle East…"
Lifting a hand, the Persian silenced him. Pulling out a photo of Darius from his breast-pocket, he showed it to the man whose eyes widened in recognizance. Pointing to the man's photo, Spencer nodded incessantly as he fervently spoke.
"Yes! Yes! That's the man I saw. Do you know him?"
Closing his eyes in annoyance and anxiety, Nadir merely nodded.
"Yes, that is my manservant Darius. He is loyal but also foolhardy. This will not end well for him. I have to stop him."
"How are we going to do that? We do not even know where to begin to look?"
"We will have to part ways. You will need to go to Paris and look for any clues. Go to the carriage drivers and ask questions. Go to the train stations. Go around town to see if horses went missing or clothes…anything that might point to Erik's location. Raoul and I will stay here at Madame Giry's home in case Erik shows up here with Madame Willows."
The young man nodded, although he was still thoroughly shaken by what he had seen. Deep down, a sense of dread gripped his heart with icy fingers that both stung and ached. He decided he needed to go for a walk later that night. The two stood up and got ready to exit the room.
Suddenly, a woman entered the room. The woman was of a taller stature than most women and she dressed in a long black dress that indicated her widowhood. Her piercing black eyes had not lost any light or depth as they scanned the room, but her once black hair had begun to fade, as wisps of grey were evident. Her pale porcelain face contained lines that had not come with age but the stress accumulated over a lifetime.
Yet, she smiled brightly as she and Nadir Khan met eyes. The warmness of the two's friendship and connection filled the room, and even Spencer could feel the deep bond the two shared. Nadir approached her and out of formality and respect gave a mock bow as Spencer stood dumbfounded in the corner of the room.
"Madame Giry, it has been such a long time. I am most grateful to you for letting us stay, but I must ask a request. Oh, how rude of me, Antoinette, this is Spencer Willows. He is married Serene Willows, the doctor. Can we talk in private?"
Antoinette smiled brightly at the young man who still stood dumbfounded, too stunned to move. Nodding, she extended her arm as Nadir took it in his and the two walked out of the parlor to a more private place to converse.
When the two left, Spencer took a seat back on the divan and buried his head in his hands. Too immersed in his anxiety, he failed to hear the rustle of a dress as a woman entered the room. Hearing the footsteps, he lifted his head. His heart stopped within his chest as his eyes twitched, unable to process what he was seeing.
"Christine?"
The beautiful woman smiled sweetly at him before speaking, her voice just as lovely as the time at the Paris Opera House, "I'm sorry. Do I know you? My name is Christine Murdock. What is your name?"
His brow furrowed as his brain tried to process the information and failed miserably, "Murdock? No, it cannot be. You are Christine Daae! Everyone…thinks you're dead…You were the betrothed to Vicomte Raoul de Chagny. You are alive!"
Her breaths became short as her chest heaved up and down in fright from the man's frenzied state and harried hand gestures.
"I am sorry, Monsieur, you mistake me for someone else. Mama!"
As Spencer calmed down, he realized that the woman's blue eyes were blank. His arms fell limply to his sides before he spoke quietly, "I don't understand this; my name is Spencer Willows."
With a mock bow, his mellow behavior seemed to calm Christine down some. Sitting down, she offered him some tea and he sat down in the chair, taking a cup. Sipping quietly, he tried to perceive what was going on. What madness this was! But try as he might, his mind could not wrap around the fact that Christine was alive and his wife paid the consequence for it.
---Across the hall---
Closing the door, Antoinette embraced Nadir as the two reminisced of the time when their love was hidden behind the madness Erik had created at the Opera House. When she had fallen ill, Nadir and Erik had tended to her and that was the first time her heart allowed her to fall in love again.
Yet, they had been denied the chance to be together because not only societal rules but also because of Madame Giry's sacrifice. Nadir's warm brown eyes looked adoringly at Antoinette's black eyes, a deep love within his chest. They first acknowledged their mutual feelings when Erik had first fallen ill, and through the heartache, they were able to finally move past their haunted pasts and be the anchor that the other needed.
Their love had taken a slow and arduous path but had not diminished despite their masked man's maniacal antics and the crazy occurrences at the Opera House, having first began as guardianship to Erik then developed into a deep friendship, and finally to full blown blossomed love.
Removing his Afghan hat, he bent down and brushed his lips to hers before they two deepened it mutually. Holding her gently yet firmly against him, the two smiled, filled with utter happiness. As Nadir tried to deepen the kiss further, Antoinette was hurled back into the situation she had created and immediately (albeit reluctantly) pulled away from her lover's arms.
Confusion spread across his darkened countenance as he tried to understand why his love suddenly pulled away after such a long time apart.
"What is wrong, mon amour? Have I done something wrong?"
Her black eyes flashed to his stricken face, and she quickly grabbed his hands into hers, with a sad but loving gaze.
"Oh no, love, you have done nothing wrong; it is what I have done. God have mercy on me! I am afraid Erik has suffered for nothing."
His dark bushy eyebrows rose at this and he whispered quietly, "What has Erik got to do with this?"
Instantaneously, a woman's voice echoed through the room, sounding urgent and frightened, "Mama!"
Casting a puzzled glance behind him at the door then turning back to her, Nadir's police instincts flared up once more. Something was horribly awry and his love had failed to tell him about it. Sadness and slight anger gripped his heart making him turn his back to her. He heard her take in a sharp inhale of breath before he felt her hands on his shoulders, trying to coax him to turn around.
"Mon chéri, please look at me; I have to explain. I need you to try and understand why I did not tell you."
Turning around, he looked at her, his eyes pleading for answers as his heart broke with love and compassion for the woman who had his heart, "Tell me; I want to understand."
Lowering her head, she looked back up at him, eyes brimmed with tears. She rose up and kissed him deeply, an urgent need for him evident in the kiss that left him wanting more but she pulled away.
Leading him back to the parlor, Nadir's heart dropped when he saw Spencer sitting in a chair, looking like he wanted to climb the ceiling in anxiety and a living Christine! His knees suddenly gave way, and he almost tumbled to the ground but Antoinette grasped one of his elbows while his other hand caught the edge of the couch. Shaking his head, he lost his usual calm policeman exterior, muttering, "This cannot be…How this is even possible, she's alive? What have you done?"
Christine stood up, as if nothing was wrong or odd about the situation and gave a curtsy to a visibly stunned Persian. Antoinette then spoke lovingly to her, "Christine, dear, do you mind going to the kitchen to fetch these men some supper?"
Smiling brightly, she enthusiastically answered, "Yes, of course, mama. Right away." With that she left the room. Nadir sat down, too shocked to speak while Spencer stood on shaky legs and both looked at Madame Giry with wild and confused eyes.
"How is this possible, Madame? How could you let my wife go to Erik, knowing full well Christine was safe and alive? She was the whole reason that Serene left!"
Antoinette's compassionate and remorseful glance did nothing to soothe the men's anxiety. Speaking softly, she spoke of how it was possible that Christine was indeed alive and seemed to have no recollection of her past at all.
"Here is the whole story; I am so sorry I did not tell you before but I feared for Christine's safety. Three years ago, Erik had kidnapped Christine and held Raoul and Nadir captive. After Erik's antics caused the Opera House to be caught on fire, Christine stayed with me at my apartment while the Opera House was being repaired. She told me how he let her go and how he told Raoul to marry her; yet I saw how torn she was. She was in love with both Erik and Raoul, though I tried to comfort her, but she was so devastated by the whole incident. I could not get her to eat decently for nearly three days before Vicomte de Chagny came to take her back to Sweden, her homeland to marry her."
Sighing she sat down next to Nadir while Spencer sat down as well, noticing how his companion was silent with an offended countenance directed towards the Madame. Yet, Madame continued undeterred by the pain the Persian man exuded.
"Not wanting to go alone, Christine asked me to go with her because she was to go to Sweden while Raoul finished with business outside Paris in Rouen. He would then sail to Sweden and meet her two days later. Because the two feared Erik's wrath, the whole plan was a secret. I agreed to go with Christine and we boarded a train that would take us to the harbor. The weather had been horrid. Apparently, the tracks had been displaced unbeknownst the conductor or anyone else in the train. No one anticipated what happened next. As the train crossed a bridge, the track that was damaged could not be seen from all the rain and the train hit them full speed."
Taking a handkerchief, she wiped her eyes and nose as she relived the horrible memory of what had occurred.
"I remember a great groaning and the screech of the train as it instantly derailed. We all were thrown around like rag dolls as the metal of the bridge collided with the derailed locomotive. Many people had fallen out of the train through the glass windows that had shattered upon impact whilst others were bloodied from the jostling about. People were screaming and crying for their loved ones as the half the train hung over the railing above the rushing water of the river. It was so cold…"
Her eyes glazed over and soon Madame Giry was not in her quaint lovely home anymore; she was on the train, looking down into the dark abyss where bloodied bodies had pooled collectively on the bottom of the cabin where it hung over the edge. Men were trying to rescue the women trapped and screaming for help in the swaying locomotive compartment, but it was no use.
"I looked over to find Christine's head was bloody, a large gash on her forehead. I struggled to lift her and when I did, I stumbled as the locomotive deeply groaned beneath the weight of the swaying compartment. I knew that at any moment, the train was going to crash into the river and we all would most likely drown or die of hypothermia. I could not let anything happen to my adopted daughter. I loved her far too much to let her suffer anymore heartache. The train attendants were rushing people out of the exits and back entrances, and I followed suit as best I could with Christine clinging to me. I needed to make it out. Once I made it out, the rain pelted our bodies. We both were immediately soaked to the bone. Lightning flashed all around…Thunder rumbled and river was noisily gushing past as if the earth was ready to swallow us all or make us drown. The rain, thunder, the screaming, the crying all melded into one agonizing wail to where I could not hear anything else. Christine began to awaken, although she was so disoriented. Encouraging her, we both struggled to get back to the land with the crowd of those who had escaped. The trapped people were looking out of the train windows or jumping out of them into the raging water, and I urged Christine not to look at them. We took shelter underneath a tree and she soon fell unconscious once more. Looking at the bridge, I heard the moaning of the structure before I saw it fully collapse. Some people were running to the land but failed to make it. Such a horrid sight! So many fell into the river and drowned due to the undercurrent. I held Christine tightly to me as she slept. The rain washed away any sign of blood while the other people began to cry and huddle under various trees. Some of the more stable men left to go get help while the rest of us waited."
Stopping, Madame Giry looked away but Nadir grasped her hand and stroked it lovingly. She turned back to him and smiled faintly. Their eyes communicating their love for one another, she continued with the fantastic story.
"Help did arrive and we went to the hospital. Christine stayed over one night before she woke up, completely fine after the doctor examined her. She was diagnosed as having acute memory loss. She did not know who she was nor could remember anything from her past. The Vicomte would not be able to see her, and looking into her eyes, I remembered thinking, 'I could make all her painful past go away. She would not have to suffer from her heart's indecision any longer.' I told her I was her mother and her name was Christine Murdock. I made up her past and soon she believed all I told her. I told her she bumped her head and forgot the past events. I hid her at my sister's home while I returned to Paris and told Raoul that she had disappeared before the train crashed. He automatically assumed it was Erik, and he got the Sûreté police to arrest the masked man and put him in a sanitarium. He was convinced that Erik did something to Christine…"
Spencer interjected loudly, "And you let Raoul think the woman he loved met some ill fate at Desslar's hands!"
Nodding slowly, her eyes were sorrowful as her voice cracked with emotion, "It was a sacrifice I had to make. Christine's heart was torn into two pieces and I could not bear to see her suffer. I could give her a better life. With Raoul's money, I was able to buy this quaint home and start a life with Christine. We have been happy for three years; she is a carefree woman like she used to be. If I could take away all the hurt, I would but there is nothing to be done."
Both Nadir and Spencer tried to understand, and both realized how close Raoul had come to running into the woman he thought was Christine Daae but he would not have anticipated running into Christine Murdock a different woman entirely within Christine Daae's body. The Arabian could only shake his head in amazement and despondency before speaking, his voice low and strained.
"Antoinette, my love, do you know what you have done? Erik escaped the asylum by burning it down, killing many within it. We have reason to believe he has Serene Willows, Spencer's wife, and we think he will come here with her if he doesn't kill her first."
Spencer cried out in horror, "What?! He can't kill her!"
Yet no one heard him, too absorbed in the fact that Erik was unknowingly heading right to the madness that he had helped start. Nadir proclaimed, "Allah, help us all if he finds Christine in her memory loss!"
Author's Note: This is a particularly shorter chapter, but I thought there was enough twists and action to satiate your desires! Let me know what you think! Thanks for all the reviews and readers. How do you all like the Madame Giry/Nadir pairing? Was it realistic? The song lyrics were found on a website. They are not my own. Sorry, I am not that creative. I hope you all enjoy! The next chapter will have A LOT of action!
Sincerely,
RainsP.
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