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Madame Giry moved silently into box 5. She had heard to rumors, knew the talk. Erik was dead. But she herself could not accept it. The Phantom, as mortal as he was, could not be dead. She sat alone in box 5. Soon the gala would begin, Christine would sing, and poor Erik would not hear… or so she thought.
"Madame Giry." Came a handsome voice, an angel's voice, from behind her. She turned, almost frightened, and saw him. He was dressed like a gentleman, black trousers and a clean white opera shirt under a black jacket and a black cloak. His face was completely covered with a clean, porcilen mask.
"Monsieur." She breathed in surprise. The Phantom nodded simply.
"Madame, I am in need of you assistance." He said, cringeing slightly from the blow to his pride.
"With what Monsieur?" she asked kindly, still trying to escape the schock of seeing him, for although she had heard him before, she had never met him face to face, or, face to mask as the case may be. Erik turned and made a gentle movement, beconing a child to his side.
Madame Giry nearly wept at the sight of the ragged child, her bright eyes watching Madame Giry fearfully.
"Bonjour Madame." The child whispered sweetly.
"Bonjour, la petite Fille du Fantôme." Said Madame Giry kindly. The child gave a bright smile.
"I like her Papa." She said smiling even larger.
"Wonderful, now go play out there, but stay close." She nodded and scampered off.
"She's lovely, your child…" gasped Madame Giry again. Erik nodded. "her mother…?" she treailed off.
"She has none. I found her wandering the opera basement. She's from the streets." Erik said curtly. Madame Giry nodded.
"I can provide for her, but.. I cannot sew or tailor to fit a child's needs. As you have seen her dress needs some attending to.. I was hopeing…" Madame Giry cut him off with a smile.
"Meg has some old dresses that would fit the child. Lovely ones and everyday ones. I'll send someone to fetch some immediately. And some of Meg's old dolls too…" she moved away to call for someone, but paused.
"You love that child, I can tell. You will be a good father to her. Where shall I send the clothes?" Erik smiled.
"Have them brought here, to box 5."
"Will you be here?"
"Oui. Éowess has her heart set on seeing the opera."
"Éowess, what a lovely name." She murmered as she moved off. Erik called the child to him and pulled her into his lap. Soon the opera would begin, as would his new life.
Yay! Review please! Or Piangi'll get you! Mwahahahahahahahahaha! A/N Bonjour, la petite Fille du Fantôme Hello, little Daughter of the PhantomOui Yes