Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Phantom Of The Opera characters. Any
names you read and don't remember from the book or musical are mine.
A/N: Heyy.I see that no one seems to like it...but also that some do.here is the next chapter though...I will continue if people really want to keep reading this story. Thanks for your honest opinions.
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How are you? How is everything? Christine thought of all the typical questions she would end up asking Erik. I need to find out more, Christine thought, there is much more to know.
Christine stayed in bed late that morning wondering the impossible about Erik. Raoul had already left early that morning, as usual.
At noon, Christine got up, showered, and dressed. She walked downstairs and made herself some tea. Christine didn't like to be waited on by the servants.
Christine sat down thinking so many different things. All of them seemed to be about Erik.
Suddenly, Christine knew exactly who could help her. Christine grabbed her cloak and hailed a carriage to take her to Paris.
The carriage ride was boring but Christine was desperately seeking answers.
When the carriage finally came into Paris, Christine gave the driver the address she thought to be correct.
The driver came to a halt in front of a very old looking home. It looked as if it could collapse.
Christine stepped out, paid the driver, and began to walk up the front steps. She knocked on the front door and waited.
The sound of the doorknob turning had Christine take in a deep breath. The door opened and Nadir stepped out.
"I knew you would come eventually." Nadir said with a smirk.
"Hello Nadir, How are you?" Christine asked.
"I am doing fine..Madame De Chagny." He replied.
"Please call me Christine." Christine said not meeting his eyes. "Nadir, I must speak with you, could I come in, please?" she said, now looking at him desperately.
"Alright, come in." he said and stepped aside for her to come in.
Nadir led Christine to the living room, where she took a seat on a dark red couch.
"Could I get you anything?" Nadir said trying to be a proper host.
"No, thank you, I am fine." She replied.
"Alright then, he said taking a seat in front of her, "What can I do for you?"
"I need you to tell me about Erik." Christine said softly.
"What would you like to know?" he asked.
"What happened after I left?" she asked.
Nadir leaned back in his chair. "He went into a state of depression. I had to try to force him to eat. I told him to move on and not worry about someone who was just going to break his heart from the beginning."
Christine looked to the floor. "You know I did what I had to." She said in a whisper.
Nadir ignored her and went on. "He began to get better after a month. After two months he read about your marriage to the Vicomte. I thought he would go back to being depressed, but he didn't. He had me put that he was dead in the newspaper. Even though he didn't actually die, something did die inside him when he told me to put that in."
"He spent weeks locked in his music room. I snuck in there one day while he made an errand, which was something else he began to do frequently. I went in and found a folder of many drawing of different buildings. They were wonderful. He did catch me looking at them; he said he was ready to move on. People paid him a lot for his designs. Two buildings of his were already in progress. He became famous over the year."
"I just don't understand though." Christine said. "What about his face? Raoul told me no one cared. It seems so easy, he could have done that along time ago."
"Erik was young when he was set free. After all that has happened, he has more of a knowledge of doing things." Nadir replied.
"I see." Christine said.
"Yes, and you are right, it does seem simple, all he did was tell two lies and draw something, but I also think he is doing it to keep his mind off other things."
"Two, you say?" she said referring to the lies. "I assume one is his face, but the other.."
"His name." Nadir replied. "He is still Erik but he needed to give himself a last name, one that wouldn't remind him of his past. He is Erik D'Loncre."
"I see." Christine said. "Well, thank you Nadir, I think I better go now." She stood up, as did Nadir.
They walked to the door and said their good-byes. Christine walked down the steps and hailed a carriage. She began her journey back home. Little did she know, someone had been watching her the whole time.
A/N: Heyy.I see that no one seems to like it...but also that some do.here is the next chapter though...I will continue if people really want to keep reading this story. Thanks for your honest opinions.
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How are you? How is everything? Christine thought of all the typical questions she would end up asking Erik. I need to find out more, Christine thought, there is much more to know.
Christine stayed in bed late that morning wondering the impossible about Erik. Raoul had already left early that morning, as usual.
At noon, Christine got up, showered, and dressed. She walked downstairs and made herself some tea. Christine didn't like to be waited on by the servants.
Christine sat down thinking so many different things. All of them seemed to be about Erik.
Suddenly, Christine knew exactly who could help her. Christine grabbed her cloak and hailed a carriage to take her to Paris.
The carriage ride was boring but Christine was desperately seeking answers.
When the carriage finally came into Paris, Christine gave the driver the address she thought to be correct.
The driver came to a halt in front of a very old looking home. It looked as if it could collapse.
Christine stepped out, paid the driver, and began to walk up the front steps. She knocked on the front door and waited.
The sound of the doorknob turning had Christine take in a deep breath. The door opened and Nadir stepped out.
"I knew you would come eventually." Nadir said with a smirk.
"Hello Nadir, How are you?" Christine asked.
"I am doing fine..Madame De Chagny." He replied.
"Please call me Christine." Christine said not meeting his eyes. "Nadir, I must speak with you, could I come in, please?" she said, now looking at him desperately.
"Alright, come in." he said and stepped aside for her to come in.
Nadir led Christine to the living room, where she took a seat on a dark red couch.
"Could I get you anything?" Nadir said trying to be a proper host.
"No, thank you, I am fine." She replied.
"Alright then, he said taking a seat in front of her, "What can I do for you?"
"I need you to tell me about Erik." Christine said softly.
"What would you like to know?" he asked.
"What happened after I left?" she asked.
Nadir leaned back in his chair. "He went into a state of depression. I had to try to force him to eat. I told him to move on and not worry about someone who was just going to break his heart from the beginning."
Christine looked to the floor. "You know I did what I had to." She said in a whisper.
Nadir ignored her and went on. "He began to get better after a month. After two months he read about your marriage to the Vicomte. I thought he would go back to being depressed, but he didn't. He had me put that he was dead in the newspaper. Even though he didn't actually die, something did die inside him when he told me to put that in."
"He spent weeks locked in his music room. I snuck in there one day while he made an errand, which was something else he began to do frequently. I went in and found a folder of many drawing of different buildings. They were wonderful. He did catch me looking at them; he said he was ready to move on. People paid him a lot for his designs. Two buildings of his were already in progress. He became famous over the year."
"I just don't understand though." Christine said. "What about his face? Raoul told me no one cared. It seems so easy, he could have done that along time ago."
"Erik was young when he was set free. After all that has happened, he has more of a knowledge of doing things." Nadir replied.
"I see." Christine said.
"Yes, and you are right, it does seem simple, all he did was tell two lies and draw something, but I also think he is doing it to keep his mind off other things."
"Two, you say?" she said referring to the lies. "I assume one is his face, but the other.."
"His name." Nadir replied. "He is still Erik but he needed to give himself a last name, one that wouldn't remind him of his past. He is Erik D'Loncre."
"I see." Christine said. "Well, thank you Nadir, I think I better go now." She stood up, as did Nadir.
They walked to the door and said their good-byes. Christine walked down the steps and hailed a carriage. She began her journey back home. Little did she know, someone had been watching her the whole time.