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Chapter 9

"Meg Giry?" Emma repeated her mouth wide open.

"Yes. But, I got married and my last name was changed. That is why I am Madame Linton."

"Christine's best friend…"

"That too. Emma, you do not know what you are getting yourself into concerning Erik."

"Erik? Who is that?"

"Erik is your angel's name. He has a name just like everybody else, because he is like everybody else. Do not be fooled by his manners. He is no angel; far from it in fact. He may try to fool you with all the mystery that surrounds him but don't let him. I saw what he did to Christine and I don't want that to happen to you. You have too much talent to go down that path. I may seem now that he is warm and gentle but he has a horrible temper. Once he feels he loves you, he will be consumed by your being."

"What should I do about it?"

"The only thing you can do is just make sure you are careful. Do not let him consume your life for he is not what he seems to be. Pity is not love Emma, remember that." She nodded as the impact of what Meg was saying hit her like a brick. She was finally waking up from the spell he had put her under. But, he would not do that to her again. She would not let him.

"Thank you, Meg, if I may call you that."

"You may just not around the other dancers. Now, go, enjoy your week off." Emma nodded and quickly left. On her way back to her room, she thought about everything that Meg had told her. But, if he was so evil, why hadn't he done anything bad yet? She shrugged her shoulders. Meg probably knew more about him then she did. As she approached her door, she noticed someone standing outside her room. She smiled as she got closer.

"Good morning, Henry."

"Good morning, Emma." He took her hand and gently kissed it. "Would you like to go into your bedroom and talk privately?" She nodded and opened the door but shut it quickly, remembering he would probably be watching.

"How about we go out somewhere? We do have the week off of rehearsals; we just need to be back here by six to get ready for the opera."

"That sounds like a lovely idea."

"Let me just get my cloak and I'll be out in a minute." She slipped into her room and grabbed her cloaking, glancing into the mirror. Afraid she would be pulled back into the world of disillusionment, she slipped back out of the room. She took Henry's arm and they walked off.

After Emma had left, Meg wrote her mother a letter. She needed to know what was happening. She could tell Meg what to say and what to do to keep Erik away from this innocent girl. She remembered Christine so upset one night that she was crying herself to sleep. All the things Christine had told her, that he was always watching her. Meg finished the letter and sealed it in an envelope. She got up and stretched, she needed fresh air to clear her mind. She left her room and began walking down the hallway when a piece of paper fell from nowhere and landed at her feet. It was an envelope addressed to "Meg". She opened it and unfolded the paper. She put her hand to her mouth and looked around her.

"Dear Meg,

It is no concern of yours who I decide to tutor. It would be in your best interests to stay out of my personal affairs. Your mother took care of me and I hope you will do the same.

Sincerely, O.G."

She crumpled up the paper and continued down the hallway.

Henry and Emma walked down the hallway to her room, laughing and holding hands.

"I didn't realize how cold it was outside." Henry said.

"I told you to bring a coat along."

"It didn't seem that cold when we first started walking."

"You should have gotten your gloves too." Henry blushed and shrugged his shoulders. She let go of his hand and put her hand against his cheek.

"Your face is like ice."

"It doesn't matter as long as you're with me." He put his hand over hers. She jumped from the cold but she didn't move her hand away. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against hers. It was a simple kiss but it made Emma blush. He pulled away and pulled her into a hug. She smiled wider and wrapped her arms around him.

"Do I have to let go?" He asked. She laughed and he let go.

"I have to get ready but I'll see you on the stage." He kissed her hand and went to leave but she stopped him. She leaned up and they kissed longer this time.

"I'll see you later." She disappeared into her room.

The candles were already lit and she could have sworn they weren't like that before. She shrugged it off and took off her cloak. She felt like was could do anything; that she was floating on air. She began to unbutton her dress.
"Where have you been?" She froze at the familiar voice and slowly turned to towards it.

(A/N- Who can it be? I'm not going to say you will just have to wait! Thanks to those who continually read this! You're awesome! Please encourage others to read my fic! I crave those reviews; they boost my energy and make me write better! Anyways, sorry for it being short, it will be much longer next time!)