"Where is Christine?" Raoul exclaimed menacingly, two days later. "Even if
she was just coming here to rescue you, which I doubt is what will end up
happening, she should have received my note, and should have flown over
here immediately."
"Might I remind you Monsieur Vicomte, that you neglected to tell her
our location?" Erik exclaimed.
"Quiet!" Raoul bellowed. Erik closed his mouth, but smiled to
himself. The Vicomte in his madness had not taken care to tie him very
tightly, or search him for weapons. Erik also knew he would not be
injured; after all, what's the use of a damaged bargaining tool? Erik
could've easily broken away and killed the Vicomte, but he wanted to make
sure Christine was safe, and he was also greatly amused at the Vicomte's
sad attempt at kidnapping.
Raoul on the other hand was not amused at all. Christine had not
shown up. She had broken her word, because after all, she had promised to
be his, and to share with him one love and one lifetime. Instead she had
traded him for an ugly, disfigured creature, no, monster of darkness. He
glanced at his watch. It was six thirty. He had planned to attend the
opera that evening at seven, because André had told him that there was a
new face among the ballet troupe, and she was very talented. Besides, it
would give him an excuse to get away from that repulsive thing.
Erik saw Raoul glance at his watch. He assumed it was around six
thirty, because that was when Raoul went to the Opera. After Raoul left
the room, Erik slowly slipped out of his bonds and then quickly and quietly
walked out of the room. He walked outside and positioned himself on top of
the carriage. The sun had set, and Erik's dark cape and suit blended in
perfectly. Raoul walked out and stepped inside the carriage. With a snap
of the whip, the horses started. They were off.
* * * * *
"All right ladies, you're looking very fine. Genevieve, remember to stand up straight throughout the performance. I don't want to see you slouching and making the rest of the troupe look amateur!" Madame Giry said sharply. I shrunk back under the sharp eye of my instructor. Madame Giry and Meg had dyed my brown hair to blonde, and had managed to make my eyes look green. No one recognized me, and Madame Giry, Meg, and I were counting on the Vicomte not recognizing me either. Hopefully Raoul would end up becoming very found of "Genevieve" and end up taking me back to his estate, where hopefully I would find Erik. "I'm sorry, yes Madame," I said, my voice toned a little higher than normal. It came out as a squeak. I looked at Meg, who winked at me. With Meg's guidance my meager ballet skills had turned to a very convincing charade. I had been famous before for my bumbling ballet moves, so this added yet another twist to our plan. The curtain rose, and we went on. I made sure to look in the direction of Raoul's box. I eventually caught his eye, and I smiled at him. I noticed his eyes stayed on me for most of the time I was on after that. The curtain went down about two hours later, and Madame Giry pulled me aside. "He is outside waiting for you. He asked after Christine first, and I told him you had not been heard from since last night. He asked for your name, and I gave it as Genevieve Rouen." "Thank you Madame." I smiled at her, and quickly grasped her hand. She squeezed back, than let me outside. I saw Raoul out of the corner of my eye, but pretended not to notice him. "Mademoiselle Rouen?" Raoul said, walking behind me. "Yes?" I turned gracefully. "Oh, it's you Monsieur Vicomte de Chagny! To what do I owe this pleasure?" I gave him a smile. "Oh," he said, momentarily taken aback. "I was wondering if you have had dinner yet? I normally take new opera employees to dinner." He didn't of course, but how was Genevieve Rouen supposed to know that? "Oh no Monsieur, I am not busy. I would be happy to accompany you!" I said, making it seem like I was happy beyond all measures. "Just let me change." "I'll meet you outside then." Raoul had the audacity to wink! I quickly changed, and ran outside. "Are you ready my dear?" he said. He offered me his arm and I took it without hesitation. He helped me into the carriage, and we talked until we reached his estate. "Is that your home?" I gasped in staged amazement. "Welcome, Mademoiselle Rouen. I hope it will be the first of many occasions."
* * * * *
"All right ladies, you're looking very fine. Genevieve, remember to stand up straight throughout the performance. I don't want to see you slouching and making the rest of the troupe look amateur!" Madame Giry said sharply. I shrunk back under the sharp eye of my instructor. Madame Giry and Meg had dyed my brown hair to blonde, and had managed to make my eyes look green. No one recognized me, and Madame Giry, Meg, and I were counting on the Vicomte not recognizing me either. Hopefully Raoul would end up becoming very found of "Genevieve" and end up taking me back to his estate, where hopefully I would find Erik. "I'm sorry, yes Madame," I said, my voice toned a little higher than normal. It came out as a squeak. I looked at Meg, who winked at me. With Meg's guidance my meager ballet skills had turned to a very convincing charade. I had been famous before for my bumbling ballet moves, so this added yet another twist to our plan. The curtain rose, and we went on. I made sure to look in the direction of Raoul's box. I eventually caught his eye, and I smiled at him. I noticed his eyes stayed on me for most of the time I was on after that. The curtain went down about two hours later, and Madame Giry pulled me aside. "He is outside waiting for you. He asked after Christine first, and I told him you had not been heard from since last night. He asked for your name, and I gave it as Genevieve Rouen." "Thank you Madame." I smiled at her, and quickly grasped her hand. She squeezed back, than let me outside. I saw Raoul out of the corner of my eye, but pretended not to notice him. "Mademoiselle Rouen?" Raoul said, walking behind me. "Yes?" I turned gracefully. "Oh, it's you Monsieur Vicomte de Chagny! To what do I owe this pleasure?" I gave him a smile. "Oh," he said, momentarily taken aback. "I was wondering if you have had dinner yet? I normally take new opera employees to dinner." He didn't of course, but how was Genevieve Rouen supposed to know that? "Oh no Monsieur, I am not busy. I would be happy to accompany you!" I said, making it seem like I was happy beyond all measures. "Just let me change." "I'll meet you outside then." Raoul had the audacity to wink! I quickly changed, and ran outside. "Are you ready my dear?" he said. He offered me his arm and I took it without hesitation. He helped me into the carriage, and we talked until we reached his estate. "Is that your home?" I gasped in staged amazement. "Welcome, Mademoiselle Rouen. I hope it will be the first of many occasions."