The Point of No Return
Thanks goes to: Erik'sTrueAngel, erik'sangel527, angelofmusic45, Ceez, who-am-I-91, Lizzie Black, The Dark One Reborn, CloudxInxCrimson, jokarynn, Mornel, Countess Alana, Dream Descends, Emily, GabreilsGirl, Silver-Eyes97, inkie pinkie, Lioness-Rampant
And I am incredibly sorry to No One Mourns the Wicked. I realized yesterday that I had missed you name on the review board and not thanked you, I am really sorry; I added your name in. To anyone else that I don't thank, please tell me! I may accidentally skip over a name and not put you into the list (or spell it wrong). If this happens, let me know and I will be sure to fix it!
Note to Silver-Eyes97: About the lyrics, in the movie, Erik sings it as "our games of make believe are at an end", but in the musical it's "the games we've played till now are at an end", so I used the play's version. Thanks for tying to let me know though, and thanks for reviewing!
Off to Chapter Six, then…
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The Point of No Return, Chapter 6
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A man walked into the grand foyer of the Opera Populaire. His shoes clicked as they tapped the beautiful marble floor. He held a simple parchment letter in his hand.
The man's name was Nadir. He was a friend of Erik's and a former Daroga.
Nadir had been stopped outside the Opera House by a middle-aged man who had asked him to deliver a letter to Madame Giry, who, in turn, was to deliver it to the Opera Ghost. Nadir had decided to take the letter to Erik himself.
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Christine flinched as a loud knock echoed throughout the house. Erik stood up from his organ and went to open the door.
"Ah, my dear Daroga, do come in," Erik said when he saw Nadir standing there, "and to what do I owe to this unexpected visit?"
"Hello Erik," Nadir cleared his throat, "Opera Ghost…I have a letter for you…"
He held up the thick envelope, displaying the label: Opera Ghost – from the Vicomte de Chagny.
Erik growled and snatched the letter from the Daroga's outstretched hand.
"Christine," he called loudly, "there's another damned note!"
Christine came rushing to where Erik stood. She stopped when she saw Nadir.
"Christine," Erik explained, "This is Nadir, an old friend of mine. Nadir, Christine Daae…"
Nadir removed his hat and bowed.
"It's a pleasure," he added.
Christine smiled.
"I'm glad to meet you too, Nadir."
"Well then," Erik said, "would you like some tea Daroga?"
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After Nadir had explained how he had gotten the letter, Erik and Christine opened and read it.
To the Opera Ghost…and my fiancé,
I have received your letter. We will meet in three days time at the cemetery. You will arrive precisely at midnight. If you are not there, I will be forced to kill the girl. If you arrive, I will take my wife and set Meg Giry free. You are never to see her again, I will make sure of it.
Until then,
Vicomte Raoul de Changy
Erik glared at the letter and crumpled it up.
"You aren't going. I will go alone and retrieve the girl." He faltered. "And…kill the Vicomte."
Christine's eyes flashed with sadness.
"No Erik. I am going with you. We will deal it out with Raoul somehow."
Erik was about to protest, then decided against it. It was her choice.
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Christine tried to settle the nervous feeling in her stomach, but it wouldn't go away. Tonight they were to meet Raoul at the cemetery to get Meg back, and, according to him; she was to go with him to be his bride. Erik had already assured her that this would not be the case, that they would rescue Meg and she would not have to stay with the Vicomte, but she could tell that he was saying it not only to reassure her, but also to convince himself.
Nadir had left the day before, after a pleasant stay, and Erik and Christine were left alone, with nobody but their countless worries.
Christine twisted her hands for the fiftieth time that day and let out a breath that she hadn't known she'd been holding. She couldn't wait like this; she had to be with Erik.
Slowly she proceeded to the music room, where, as usual, Erik was pounding on his beloved organ. His notes were cold and fierce, and they had a mocking tone to them. She knew that this was his way of showing emotion, and that inside, he was probably even more worried about her than she was.
Christine entered the room and sat down on the bench next to Erik. He continued to play but the notes became softer and less powerful. She smiled up at him encouragingly. He was her Angel. She knew that nothing bad would happen that night as long as she had her Angel.
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