5 little lotte/the mirror

Ivy knew that Erik would be coming back down with Christine and for once, she had no desire to sleep even in the same room as him. She took her leave, going up to the opera another way and figured there was one person that she could talk to about all of this. She found Madame Giry nearing her room and smiled at her. Madame Giry smiled back, having a fondness for the girl and saw the troubled look in her eyes. Mme Giry also had a bit of the same look and brought Ivy inside her room.

"Come.. sit child and tell me what troubles you, though I dare say I already know." Mme Giry sat down, pouring a cup of tea for both women. Ivy sat down next to her and smiled. "I'm sure you already do. I'm worried for him, Mme Giry.. he will get his heart broken I know this. She is so noble and beautiful and he.. the Viscount has eyes on her, I know. This.. obsession.. how did I not see it before? The way he looks at her.. he's been teaching her and I had no idea."

Mme Giry was silent for a while, nodding her head as she gathered her thoughts. "I do dare say you are right. I do not think this will end well for anyone involved. We both know what he is like." she paused again and took a sip of her tea. "He was so adamant about teaching her, I thought you knew Ivy, I am sorry. I am beggining to wonder if letting him have access to her was the right thing to do." she handed Ivy a teacup and poured.

"It's alright Madame Giry.. I won't leave him I promise you. He is all I have.. I... I care for him deeply."

"I know you do, dear." Mme Giry smiled over at Ivy.

"You do? Is it that obvious?"

"Of course my dear, it's obvious to those that know of your arrangement. Which means, me. And you. He does not see, I know. He only wants to see the light. He wants to be able to touch it, to be in it. He's obsessed and doesn't see what's right in front of him. You may be in the darkness with him, but ..." the older woman trailed off.

Ivy gave a sad little nod, and didn't say anything just kept her head hidden. Madame Giry was right. He'd never see her like that because she was not beautiful. She was not in the limelight. She wasn't in the light. There was nothing angelic about her. She felt Madame Giry's hand pat hers and smiled. "I gave you to him for a reason, child. You have to have faith and be there for him when he needs you most. Maybe then he will be able to see. Because I know him.. more then he wants the light, he wants to be loved. Soon.. "

The two discussed some things until there was a knock at the door. Mme Giry got up and went to the door, and Meg rushed into the room. "Maman.. " she started in a rush and then saw Ivy and stopped. Mme Giry shook her head and smiled. "You can say whatever you need to in front of Ivy dear girl. What is it?"

"It's Christine.. she is not in her changing room. It was locked from the outside. No one can get in or out.. but she's gone maman. I do not know what happened!" Meg was obviously frightened and worried and her mother went to console her. "I'm sure she's just fine Meg. How about we go look for her.. Ivy.. you are welcome to stay here and sleep as long as you want. I know your bed will be back soon." Ivy had flushed bright red and nodded, watching as Meg and Mme Giry had gone on their quest to find Christine.

Ivy laid down on Mme Giry's bed and sighed. When would she be allowed to go back to her own bed? Would she ever be able to go back down there now that Christine was with him? She had no idea. She tried to close her eyes but sleep would not come.

6 phantom of the opera

Deciding she couldn't just sit there, not while everyone was out searching for Christine, Ivy got up and exited Madame Giry's room, intending to go back and make Erik give her back. She never heard the man approach her from the back, though she felt him as he took a hold of her waist. His breath was putrid in her nose, breathing heavily on her neck. "What's wrong lass? Cat got your tongue?" The leering leacherous voice was at her eat and Ivy knew who it was. Joseph Buquet.

"No one's around, pet. No one will be able to hear you if you scream.. though it's a good thing you can't." He turned her around to face him. Ivy's tried to wretch out of his grip but it was no use. "I've seen you.. slithering in the back, acting the perfect little innocent one but no... you're not are you? Who are you taking back in here? Who's little mistress are you?" Joseph's hands were roaming over her body though Ivy tried desperately to get him off of her. Finally she could take no more and stamped on his foot as hard as she could.

She turned to ran, though it wasn't long before he was on her again. Joseph pushed her onto the floor and was on top of her in a second. "Get off me!" Ivy finally shouted and it took Joseph by surprise for only a short time. "You can talk!" And then he growled and pinned himself on top of him. She fought as hard as she could, nearly pushing him off and kicked him in the stomach. She turned on her stomach and crawled away as fast as she could, wanting to get back up on her feet. Where was everyone? Wasn't someone going to hear this?

But apparently no one would. She kicked at him again, making him all the more angry. Ivy scratched at his face and growled, flailing wildly until he seized her wrists and pinned them up behind her. He moved swiftly, pinning his hips onto hers and thus immobilizing her legs. Ivy tried to buck up and move but she couldn't. "You stupid little slut. You aren't going to hurt anyone anymore. Everyone thinks you're so innocent but you're nothing but a fucking whore aren't you?" His words made her tremble and finally he released her hands.

She would later wish her hands were still bound, because his hands then went around her throat. She clawed at him, but he was maddening and the look on his eyes was chilling and evil. His grip tightened and Ivy felt her breath shorten. She needed air, desperately. Her nails dug into his skin again but this time it had barely registered on his face. He was wild and determined. His fingers crushed her slender column neck, and she gasp, the last bit of breath she was saving being sucked out of her mouth.

Her eyes went wide and Ivy felt herself get tired. She was starting to get sleepy, and scratching and fighting was becoming more of a problem. She'd be dead soon and she knew it. If only Erik was there. If only he wasn't so obsessed with that damn girl. She almost had to laugh at herself. She was dying and this is what she thought of? Anger for the man she had adored since she was a little girl. Since they were both little. They had been inseperable. And now this loathesome, evil stench of man was going to take that away from both of them.

Ivy's eyes started to close when she finally heard someone come up behind her. She had no idea who it was, but Joseph suddenly went slack, his grip loosening. Ivy gasped for breath, her whole body going rigid as Joseph slumped up against her, unconcious. Ivy's eyes opened as she saw Madame Giry over her, a prop in her hand. She must've hit him fairly hard on the noggin. "Oh my dear child.. " at once Giry was pushing the horrible man off of her and was helping her up. "What happened?" The madame asked gently.

"He was just.. on me.. I tried..." Ivy coughed, and realized she was unable to speak anymore. For real this time, she was mute. It was a good thing, because just then a crowd of people had formed over and around them and were watching wondering what was giong on. Mme Giry explained how Joseph had attacked her and almost killed her and that she had hit him over the head. Both women never looked back as Mme Giry led the way back to her room, not noticing that the slumped up body of Joseph Buquet was no longer there.

Inside Mme Giry's room, everyone fussed and watched over her, asking her a zillion questions that she could only shake her head, or nod to. She hated not being able to talk, but it was easy for her. Mme Giry got some ice and told Ivy to hold it up to her neck. "I will tell you, Ivy.. that .. there are bruises.. and swelling.. I am sorry my dear.. I don't think there's anything I can do about them." Ivy just smiled at the woman and nodded her head. She didn't care about the bruises, only that she was alive.

Mme Giry chased everyone out soon after that, leaving only Ivy and Meg inside the room. "You need to rest.. I will take you back down when you are ready.. it would not do well if he realizes you too are missing." Mme Giry spoke quietly and told Meg to sit with her. It didn't take long this time for Ivy to fall asleep, feeling quite exhausted. It seemed that she had only closed her eyes when she was being awoken by a gentle touch. It was Meg. "Maman wishes to take you back now.." she helped Ivy out of the bed and out to where Mme Giry was waiting.