The Point of No Return, Chapter 2
A/N: Thank you all for the reviews, they are very inspiring, I'm glad you're enjoying it!
Thanks to twinlady, Anonymous, Rokimbo, who-am-i-91, CJ, and erik'sangel527.
To CJ – I know, the first chapter wasn't exactly incredibly original. I just wanted to post that before getting to the main events of the story, in the chapters following the first.
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Chapter 2
The Vicomte Raoul de Changy barreled through the halls of the Opera Populaire, looking for the only person he knew who could possibly help him. He spotted one of the managers, Andre, and ran over to him, panting.
"Monsieur- Monsieur Andre! Where is Madame Giry?!"
"Ah, Vicomte, there you are!" Andre replied, completely ignoring the fact that Raoul looked – and was – in a hurry. "She left promptly before tonight's performance. She is not here."
"What?!" Raoul cried out in utter exasperation. "Where did she go?"
"She did not say, therefore, I do not know. So sorry," replied the manager. "Do have a good night Vicomte."
Andre walked off without another word, leaving behind a hopeless Raoul.
Christine was gone. The monster had taken her, and he had no way of getting her back without the ballet mistress's help. He decided to do the only thing that could help now – find Madame Giry.
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Christine followed blindly, as Erik forced her through the dark passageways of the labyrinth that led down to his home.
When the two reached the subterranean lake, he lifted her in to the boat, and began to pole it across the surface.
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After what seemed like hours, though it had only been minutes, the boat scraped onto land.
Erik jumped out of the boat, landing on the slick surface of the stone ground. He held out his hand to help Christine out, but dropped it as soon as she was on solid ground.
They stood, inches apart, staring into each other's eyes, breathing deeply.
When Erik realized what he was doing, he turned away, walked over to his organ, and began to play viciously.
Christine stayed put for a few moments, watching her Angel play, then slowly began to walk to his side. She lifted her hand, and ran her cool fingertips over his marred cheek.
Erik continued to play, showing no notice of her actions.
Christine whispered to him then, though he was playing so loudly that she knew he would not hear.
"I'm sorry, Erik."
But Erik had heard.
She walked away to the Louis-Philippe room, leaving her Angel to himself.
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