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Chapter 3 – Meg Giry

Raoul

When I woke up the next morning to find Christine gone, needless to say, I was frantic.

"Erik, you son of a bitch," I swore violently, "If you've done anything to her..."

(A/N: Isn't that so ironic?? Erik's mother was a Sorry)

I now felt like Christine's protector, and if anything happened to her, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. Angrily cursing Erik, I decided to first ask Christine's friend if she knew where she was...what was her name? Mell? Meg! That was it.

I hesitated before searching through Christine's bag, but allowed myself the relief of the thought that we were engaged, and no secrets should be kept from one another. As I expected, I found Meg Giry's address jotted down on a piece of paper. Without further hesitation, I sent for my carriage, and set off for Meg's house.

The door swung open, and I was face – to – face with Madame Giry, the ballet mistress, and keeper of Box 5.

I forced myself to smile.

"Madame Giry," I said, nodding to her.

"Monsieur le Vicomte," she replied coolly, "To what may we attribute this pleasure?"

"I am here to speak with your daughter, Meg."

She studied me. "Please, come in Monsieur. Meg will be along in a minute."

She showed me inside, and went to find Meg. "Thank you Madame."

In a few minutes, Meg entered the room. "Monsieur le Vicomte!" she gasped.

"Mademoiselle Giry," I replied courteously, and I bowed. She lowered her head shyly. "Please, call me Meg."

"Then you must call me Raoul." She nodded, then sat down. I sat down as well.

"Meg, when was the last time you saw Christine?" I asked.

"Well, this morning," she said, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she came to quit." Meg said.

"She quit?" I gasped. "Why did she do that?"

Meg eyed me strangely, "You mean you didn't know? But..." she faltered, "Then who was the man?"

"The man?"

"Yes, a man in a cape came for Christine. We didn't see his face since it was covered, but I had assumed it was you, until you just now asked me where she was..." she trailed off.

I stood up, "I'm afraid I must go now, Mademoiselle. Thank you for your help."

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