When the Daroga returned I was pacing in front of my divan. He came in
looking worried and scared. I noticed right away that Christine was not
with him.
"Where is she Nadir?" I asked, icy warning filling my voice.
"She has left Paris I'm afraid," he answered quietly. I stopped pacing and clenched my hands into fists in an attempt to suppress the anger I felt building inside me.
"She what?" I growled.
"She left Paris," he repeated. I glared at him. He stood calmly, but I could tell that he was afraid.
"Where did she go?" I questioned.
"I don't know Erik," he replied.
"Well then, stop standing there like an incompetent fool and find her!" By the end of the command my voice had risen from a soft but angry growl to an uncontrollable roar.
"Erik she could be anywhere," he said, trying to reason with me.
"I don't care! Search all of France if you have to! I want her back and if you can't find her then I will!" I roared. He left without another word and I was left alone with my rage. I began pacing again and cursed the Daroga under my breath in every language I knew. Eventually I ran out of curses and sat down on my divan.
I needed Christine. I needed her with me no matter what the cost. I had to find out where she went. I sat with my head in my hands for a moment, and then and idea came to me. I left my lair and made my way to the upper part of the Opera. I walked down a hall that had an open door at the end. I walked in and found exactly who I had been looking for.
"Good afternoon gentlemen," I said bowing. The managers looked at me in utter terror. I laughed softly. "I wonder if you could help me with something." They stared at me as though I were the Devil himself.
"Y-you w-w-want our h-help?" stammered Andre.
"Yes, I only ask you because I need quick answers," I stated. "I need to know where Mademoiselle Daae has gone."
"She left yesterday with the Viscount de Chagny," Firmin informed me.
"Yes, I know she left, but where did she go?" I asked, growing quickly irritated. At that, Andre leaned over and whispered something in Firmin's ear. Firmin nodded and then looked at me, his eyes still shining with obvious fear and mistrust. "They were going to Versailles I believe Monsieur," he said. "You believe? Is this a fact or are you just trying to get rid of me?" I asked. "No, Monsieur, we know this for a fact. Miss Daae told us herself," Firmin stated hurriedly. "Very well then," I sighed. "Thank you for your time gentlemen." I nodded curtly and swept from the room. I went back down to my lair in one of the foulest moods I had ever been in. "Christine!" I screamed, as if my voice would carry to her in Versailles. I dropped to the floor and pounded my fists on the ground. "Why did you leave me?" I moaned.
"Where is she Nadir?" I asked, icy warning filling my voice.
"She has left Paris I'm afraid," he answered quietly. I stopped pacing and clenched my hands into fists in an attempt to suppress the anger I felt building inside me.
"She what?" I growled.
"She left Paris," he repeated. I glared at him. He stood calmly, but I could tell that he was afraid.
"Where did she go?" I questioned.
"I don't know Erik," he replied.
"Well then, stop standing there like an incompetent fool and find her!" By the end of the command my voice had risen from a soft but angry growl to an uncontrollable roar.
"Erik she could be anywhere," he said, trying to reason with me.
"I don't care! Search all of France if you have to! I want her back and if you can't find her then I will!" I roared. He left without another word and I was left alone with my rage. I began pacing again and cursed the Daroga under my breath in every language I knew. Eventually I ran out of curses and sat down on my divan.
I needed Christine. I needed her with me no matter what the cost. I had to find out where she went. I sat with my head in my hands for a moment, and then and idea came to me. I left my lair and made my way to the upper part of the Opera. I walked down a hall that had an open door at the end. I walked in and found exactly who I had been looking for.
"Good afternoon gentlemen," I said bowing. The managers looked at me in utter terror. I laughed softly. "I wonder if you could help me with something." They stared at me as though I were the Devil himself.
"Y-you w-w-want our h-help?" stammered Andre.
"Yes, I only ask you because I need quick answers," I stated. "I need to know where Mademoiselle Daae has gone."
"She left yesterday with the Viscount de Chagny," Firmin informed me.
"Yes, I know she left, but where did she go?" I asked, growing quickly irritated. At that, Andre leaned over and whispered something in Firmin's ear. Firmin nodded and then looked at me, his eyes still shining with obvious fear and mistrust. "They were going to Versailles I believe Monsieur," he said. "You believe? Is this a fact or are you just trying to get rid of me?" I asked. "No, Monsieur, we know this for a fact. Miss Daae told us herself," Firmin stated hurriedly. "Very well then," I sighed. "Thank you for your time gentlemen." I nodded curtly and swept from the room. I went back down to my lair in one of the foulest moods I had ever been in. "Christine!" I screamed, as if my voice would carry to her in Versailles. I dropped to the floor and pounded my fists on the ground. "Why did you leave me?" I moaned.