Oh my God it has been a long time since I have continued to write more for this story. I had major computer problems and was without a computer close to like 2 months. I just got it back and realized that I totally needed to continue some more. I hope you all read and review because this story is far from over. I don't own Erik, Christine or any other ALW characters….Enjoy
Erik couldn't speak to his daughter because of how afraid he was of her saying anything hurtful about his face. She had seen his face and up until this moment his stomach was in a knot about what she was going to say to him about it. She would have surely noticed the ugliness in it and never want to be around him anymore. He was feeling a little better and wanted to speak to his sweet Clorinda but was going to keep quiet until she spoke first. Clorinda just sat there staring at him and his masked face for a few moments and then spoke.
"What Philippe did to you was wrong Monsieur Kire."
Erik didn't know what to say about her response. She didn't yell at him when his face was revealed like every other person in Paris that had witnessed his face being shown.
"You don't have to spend time with me anymore Clorinda if you don't want to. I seen the pity in your eyes when….when my mask was torn off my face."
"Monsieur Kire I don't understand? Why wouldn't I want to be around you anymore? You're the best thing besides my mother that ever happened."
"Because of the way I really look. I'm not the man I'm made to be I'm hideous."
"It doesn't make me hate you."
"Everyone else that's ever seen me does."
Clorinda leaned over and pealed the mask away from Erik's face and stared at his deformity. Erik closed his eyes and turned away from his daughter as he tried not to cry.
"Monsieur Kire don't turn away from me."
"Why on earth not? I've already made and embarrassment out of myself. I have kept my real looks hidden from you in hopes that you would like me and now that you've seen what sort of monster I really am my relationship with you is going to be shattered."
"My mother knew what you really looked like and even then she still kept loving you. If she loves you then you really can't be as hideous as you say. I just want to ask you one question Monsieur."
"What?"
"I never knew my father as you know and tonight I came to realize that I don't need to know who he is."
"And why is that?"
"Because all my life the only man who has been there for me no matter what is you. I just wished that you were my real father because you treat me as if I were your own flesh and blood. Thank you Monsieur Kire."
Clorinda then leaned over and gave Erik a hug before getting to her feet. Erik slipped the white mask back on his face and couldn't hold back his tears any longer.
"You rest now Monsieur Kire and I hope that you feel better soon."
"What on earth are you going to do now?"
"I have to go to rehearsal."
"You're still dancing after you told me that you hated it?"
"No, I talked to Ryer and he has been letting me play on the side with his orchestra. Not during the operas or anything but he lets me bring my violin and join in during rehearsal."
"I thought you hated the violin?"
"No, I actually enjoy playing it, and I have the best teacher in all of Paris."
"Ryer?"
"No you, I shall see you later Monsieur."
Erik smiled the best he could and watched his daughter grab her violin and run out of the lair. After that he had lied back and closed his eyes in agony. He felt the worse that he had ever felt his entire life and wanted nothing but to be better once more.
Clorinda sat next to some of the violinists holding her violin and watching them play under Ryer's command. She glanced over at the girls her age dancing on the stage under Madam Giry's command and was so happy to be where she was sitting and not on the stage with the other girls. Once Ryer stopped his orchestra from playing he glanced over at Clorinda.
"Miss Daae would you like to play something for us?"
"Of course monsieur Ryer."
With that Clorinda began to play her violin when one of the girls yelled out such ignorance.
"It's the Opera Ghost's Offspring!"
Clorinda stopped playing and looked over at the girls who were laughing in mockery. Madam Giry gave the girls a dirty look and got them to start dancing again. Ryer shook his head and looked back at Clorinda.
"Miss Daae please continue."
"I'm not in the mood anymore Ryer. Please excuse me for the night."
"As you wish miss Daae."
Clorinda took her violin and walked down the halls. She was about to enter the passage way to Erik's lair the mockery voices of the girls occurred once more.
"Well Well Well if it isn't the Devil's child come to play us a tune on the Devil's Violin. What's the matter? Dancing too good for you?"
Clorinda turned to the girls and gave them a dirty look.
"No I like playing the Violin so just leave me alone."
"Yea you like playing the Violin because your father is a crazy lunatic who bangs on the organ with a bag over his ugly head."
"He's not my father! He's a very good friend of my mother's"
"That's right sorry Cloridiot! Your mother doesn't know who your father is because she sleeps around with every man in Paris."
"Leave my mother out of this you little Nit!"
At that moment one of the girls came forward and got up into Clorinda's face.
"What did you call me?"
"A Nit, now leave me be."
"Your mother can't sing. Who ever told her that she could should be stabbed….Wait he has been and now he should just die."
"Who told you this?"
"Why Philippe of course. He came to our practice the other day and told Madam Giry."
"Monsieur Kire is a great man and you need to start being a little nicer to me."
Just then the familiar voice of Philippe filled the room.
"Girls, girls please don't be so cruel."
Philippe then came from behind Clorinda causing her to back away from him.
"You leave me alone, you almost killed him."
"There is going to be much more coming to him once the police find out that the Opera Ghost has never left the building."
"he hasn't done a thing to you Philippe so just leave him and my mother alone."
Just then a police officer approached Philippe's side.
"Mr De Changy where is he?"
Philippe laughed
"The girl knows where he is."
The officer turned toward Clorinda and knelt down to her height.
"Is this true? Take me to where the Opera Ghost is."
Clorinda backed up and began to run as fast as she could. Philippe pulled the officer to his feet.
"Follow her! She'll take you right to the monster!"
Clorinda ran down the hall with her violin she then slipped into a crawl space that led down to the waters that would lead to Erik's lair. She had to warn her mother that the officers were coming for Erik. She didn't know why but they were coming after him. Once Clorinda made it to the water she trudged through it to get to her home when all of a sudden the officer was right behind her.
"Stop Running!"
Clorinda began to run faster and then finally made it to the bronze gates of Erik's lair. She slipped herself through the bars and knew that her time was getting limited. Once in his chambers Clorinda saw Christine dabbing down Erik's feverish body with a damp towel. She quickly ran to her mother when all of a sudden the officer caught her by the shirt. The officer looked around the lair in amazement.
"This is amazing."
"Put me down!"
Christine got to her feet and stood in front of Erik's bed.
"Let my daughter go at once."
The officer put Clorinda down and began to approach the bed where the infamous opera ghost was lying half alive.
"I really want to thank your daughter she led me right to the infamous opera ghost."
Christine stood in front of the officer blocking his way to Erik's bedside.
"You must leave now!"
"No Miss Daae, this man is under arrest for the murders of Joseph Buquet and Monsieur Piangi."
"You will not touch him."
"Yes I shall, and you best move away before I arrest you for harassment."
"Can't you see that he's dying?"
"Don't know don't care he's a criminal."
Just then Five more officers joined the lair and pulled Christine away from Erik's bed.
"Leave him alone!"
The officers pulled Erik's half alive body from the bed and through him down on the floor. They then slapped hand cuff on him and began to drag him away through the water. Christine got to her feet and ran out to the officers and tackled them to let Erik go. One of the officers then slapped a pair of handcuffs on Christine and began to drag her away as well.
"You're coming too, you can spend some time behind bars too."
Clorinda got to the shore line of Erik's lair and cried for her mom.
"Mother! don't leave me!"
All Clorinda could do was cry and watch them drag Erik's barley living body through the water along with her mother. She was alone now and there was nothing she could do except cry. Later on that night, Clorinda lied in Erik's bed sobbing and wishing that he was there holding her.
"This is all my fault. Why did I come running here? I led them right to him."
Just then the soft familiar sound of Madam Giry's voice filled the room.
"Clorinda?"
"Go away."
"Clorinda it's alright, you can't stay down here all alone."
"I can and I will."
"You don't have anyone but me."
"Just go away."
"We're going to get your mother back my dear don't you worry about that."
"What about Monsieur Kire? He's hurt."
Madam Giry picked Clorinda up and began to carry her up the stairs that would lead to the opera house halls. Once in her room, Madam Giry lied Clorinda down on her bed and covered her up.
"Get your sleep Clorinda."
Once she was left alone, Clorinda wiped her eyes and wrapped the blankets around her wishing that it was Erik's arms. She then decided to go sit on the window sill for a while until she felt sleepy. It was dark outside and the winter chill was in the air and seemed to drop some degrees since the sun had set. After watching some of the birds fly by something caught her eye. Clorinda got to her knees to get a better look at what she was looking at. When Clorinda realized what she was looking at her heart began to break.
"Monsieur Kire!"
A little short but there is more to come soon. R&R