For anyone who read Chapter 13 before I'd like to apologize! I uploaded it before I finished it! Sorry for the confusion!
Claire's mouth dropped open when she looked through the gate. Christine and Erik were sitting at the piano bench. Her head was resting on his shoulder and their arms around each other. What the hell? Claire thought.
"I love you Christine…" Erik whispered.
"I love you, too, Erik." Christine smiled up at him. Claire rubbed her eyes to make sure she was seeing clearly.
"I should probably take you back soon." Erik said.
"Must you?" Christine whined. Erik laughed.
"I'm afraid I must dearest."
"But I don't want to go back, not just yet."
I thought Christine was engaged to Raoul! What happened? Claire screamed in her mind.
Earlier that morning
"Angel?" Erik turned. Christine was standing next to the organ.
"D-did you sleep well?" He asked. Christine nodded and took a seat next to him. He froze.
"I-I'll take you back soon…if you want." He whispered.
"I don't want to go back." Christine pouted.
"Christine your sisters will be-"
"Angel, do you have a name?" Christine interrupted.
Erik sighed. "Erik."
"Erik," She repeated. She leaned in till her mouth was right next to Erik's ear. "I love you, Erik." She whispered. Those were just the words Erik needed to hear. He turned to her and pulled her into a kiss. Christine eagerly kissed back. A moment later he whispered, "I love you, too, Christine."
"Will someone tell me what's going on!"
Erik and Christine turned to see Claire standing behind the closed gate.
"C-Claire?" Christine stammered. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to find you!"
"Wait, how did you know how to find me?" Christine asked.
"Didn't he tell you?" Claire said, looking at Erik.
"Tell me what?"
"He's my teacher. Or was."
"What?" Christine took a few steps away from Erik.
"Christine, let me explain-"
"Why didn't you tell me you were my sisters teacher?" She screamed.
"Because he was afraid you'd rip off his mask just like I did." Claire sneered.
"You what?" Christine yelled at her sister.
"I was curious." Claire looked down at her hands.
"Why would you do that!" Christine screeched.
"Christine I just-"
"Just go Claire!" Christine yelled. Claire sighed and turned around.
Claire slipped back into the dressing room. Charlotte was there. Claire sighed. She sat down at the vanity and looked at the pictures of their parents.
Claire had been six when her mother died giving birth to Christine. Charlotte had been three and couldn't remember their mother at all. Claire had a few vague memories. Over the years, anytime the conversation turned to their mother Christine would ask what their mother looked like. Their father would smile and say that their mother, Danielle, had had Claire's bright blonde hair and Charlotte and Christine's brown eyes. Claire smiled at the memory. She missed her father very much. She remembered him playing the violin while she would sing. Their father was originally British, but had come to France to play the violin at the Opera Populaire, he'd played there for over 20 years. That's were he meet their mother, she was a chorus girl and they fell in love. Their father had been considerable older then their mother, but that hadn't bothered her.
"Claire?" Charlotte interrupted her sister's thoughts.
"Charlotte," Claire smiled. "Where were you?"
"I went to dinner with Ramound."
Claire smiled. "And how is our dear Comte DeChagney?"
"Claire," Charlotte giggled. "We're just friends."
"Of course just friends," Claire teased.
"Very funny. Where's Christine?" Charlotte asked.
Claire froze. "Charlotte," She said a moment later.
"Yes?"
"I have to tell you something."
I'm using Erique Claudin as their father because he was originally suppose to be Christine's father in that version, but they took it out of the plot. But I liked the idea of him being her father (in that version, anyway) so I put it in here. Hope you liked that chapter! Please R&R!
~Kate