Sorry for not posting in a while, but you know, thats life for you.

Aria shrugged casually, "It's just sex." Then she turned and walked away.

Christine fell to the floor in a dead faint,

Christine ran through the corridors tears blinding her. NO! It couldn't be true! That awful girl was lying! Her Angel would never do anything like that to her!

Suddenly she collided with something small and boney. A little scream emitted from both girls as Meg Giry and Christine hit the floor. Rubbing her back Meg winced and stood up pulling her friend

up with her. "Christine? What has gotten into you? Have you gone mad or something?"

Wide eyed Christine pulled Meg into an empty room. "Meg my darling friend you won't believe the horrible thing she said!"

Meg sighed wearily, she was getting tired of Christine's hysterics, "What are you talking about?"

"That spiteful, hateful, deceitful girl! Oh! I so loath her!"
"Christine enough, just tell me what happened."
"The Ditore girl! Aria, says she's been, canoodling with my Angel."

"What?"

"You know, doing wrong side business."

"I'm calling mother, you have gone mad."

Christine fell to the ground, "No Meg! She said that they had, made love."
Meg cocked one eyebrow, "Are you serious?" Christine nodded woefully. "Well even if they have it's no concern of

yours. Granted I doubt mother would be pleased, she never approves of the rats having affairs but-"

"Meg!" Christine began to blush.

"Oh please Christine, you're a married woman for Christ's sake."

"But Meg, my Angel? He would never do such a thing!"

Meg gave Christine a hard look, reminiscent of her mothers. "Christine, no matter what you've deluded yourself into believing he is a man. Men will most definitely do such things. And so

will women. Maman and I know him better than you, we always have, and we know him not whatever he pretended to be with you. He deserves to be with someone who can love him back

fully, you can't. Leave them alone."

Christine's body shook with sobs. "No no no NO! He loves ME! I know he does, and I will make him remember when he hears me sing."

Meg untangled herself from Christine's limbs. "Christine get ahold of yourself. Go home and see your husband, you remember Raoul don't you? That man you married not long ago?"

Christine looked up to glare at Meg but was stopped short of what she saw. Behind Meg stood Madame Giry, both looking uncannily alike. The look on Madame's face was livid. She placed a

hand on her daughters arm, "Meg child will you leave us be for a moment, I need to speak with Christine."

Meg turned to look her mother square in the eye. "Mother, I have always respected you and always will, but I have a right to be here. Christine is my best friend and although you are her

ballet mistress I am the one who has to deal with her hysterics. I have a few words to say also."

Madame nodded curtly, accepting her daughter's adult position in that one moment. She then gave her attention to Christine who had begun to cower in the corner. She reached over and

rapped her cane against Christine's hip. She let out a yelp of pain. "Get up you silly girl, i hit you harder for stepping out of line in class." Christine stood shakily, whimpering. She met Madame

Giry's steely gray eyes and flinched, "What do you think you are going to accomplish by all this foolishness Christine? Haven't you caused Erik enough heartache for one lifetime? What happened

between you two is behind you now, why can't you let the past die?"

Christine remembered her song so long ago, Too many years fighting back tears, why can't the past just die? Still she shook her head, "No I can make him happy, I know I can. He loved

me, and once you've loved someone you can never forget. He will never forget me, I can't let him." She looked proud of herself, proclaiming her undying love.

Meg looked at Christine dumbfounded. "Christine do you hear yourself? If you truly ever loved him how could do something so awful?"


She frowned, "I have to save him from that evil girl."

"You aren't saving anyone Christine, your keeping him from happiness and if what he wants is Aria then you shouldn't keep them from being together."

"He doesn't know what he wants."

Madame Giry stared at Christine for a long moment, "I raised you as my own daughter, how could I have failed so miserably?" She sighed deeply, "Christine, after this production you are no

longer welcomed in this opera house, I love you, but I will not allow this to continue." With that both Meg and Madame Giry swept out of the room leaving Christine lying on the floor.

Aria tapped her toe of the scuffed wooden floor. Interesting, she watched the Giry woman and girl walk away furiously from a small corridor. I'm betting Christine is there, all torn up. She

thought about going in and screwing with her mind again, when she felt the air shift behind her. She slipped under the table and between a pair of legs as her attacker made a grab for her. It

was Erik so she halted her plan to break his knee cap. "Well hello handsome."


"What do you think you are doing?" He hissed at her.

Aria stepped back, a little hurt, "What are you talking about?"

"It's just sex?? Sound familiar?" His golden eyes blazed, "Is that what you think about it? And why the hell would you tell Christine about that?"

Aria pushed him away, "What, afraid she'll leave you if she finds out you cheated on her?"

"Dammit Aria don't make this about me! You know that she and I are through, she's the one coming after me I'm not at fault here."

With burning, accusatory eyes she glared, "I don't know anything. She still has some hold over you Erik, or I would have never found you two together that night. She's singing in

the performance, have anything to do with that?"

"I can't believe you woman! No of course not and you know I didn't, her husband is the Patron for Christ's sake, of course she got the part! And she is a fabulous singer no matter what our

feelings are towards her."

"I want her gone."

Erik tried to embrace her, but she pulled away. Now he looked hurt. "Aria I know you're jealous but there's no reason to be."

"Ha, jealous of that half brained twit? I think not." Aria jauntily stuck her chin out at him,

Erik ran his fingers through his hair, "Look, I'm not going to deal with this, when you're ready to talk about it you know where to find me," With that he melted back into the flys leaving an

ache in the pit of Aria's stomach.

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