I will remind everyone again that I (sadly) do not own Erik...or any other characters.
Erik did his best to make Christine breakfast, but he did not have much food and he knew that he couldn't go into the Opera House. Christine appreciated his efforts, of course, but she did not realize how hungry she was until she was about half way done with the small meal.
When she finished her breakfast, she gathered a few of Erik's belongings and some clothes for both of them for their trip. She was curious to know where Erik was taking her, but she did not want to pry. Whenever she asked, he always said the same thing: "You will find outin due time,my dear Christine. Have no fear."
Erik sat at his organ. Christine could hear him playing a sweet song, one of his own creations. He would occasionally stop and write something down, then continue working.
Suddenly, Erik heard splashing in the water and someone banging on the portcullis. Christine looked at him with a look of terror on her face. What if it was the police? What would they do? She couldn't bear the thought of losing her beloved Erik.
Then, they heard a familiary voice. "Christine...Erik...it is I, Madame Giry. Let me in."
Christine breathed a sigh of relief. Madame Giry was like a mother to Christine, and one of Erik's closests friends. Erik let her in without a second though. Trailing behind her, as usual,was her daughter, Meg.
Meg ran up to Christine embraced her.
"Christine, you were perfect last night! Better than perfect. Is he your secret-your great tutor?"
Christine smiled happily.
"Yes, Meg, he is my Angel of Music and my one true love."
"But Christine, what about Raoul? Do you not love him?"
"Meg, I do love him, but not in the same way. He is like my brother-Erik is my soulmate."
"Oh, Christine, this is so romantic. Come now, tell me more about it."
Christine and Meg continued their bubbly conversation, while Madame Giry and Erik had a much more serious conversation.
"Erik, the police are looking for you for the murder of Joesph Buquet and the attempted murder of Piangi."
"You mean he is not dead?"
"No, Erik, luckily for you. He is just severely injured. But Erik, that is beyond the point. It is not safe here fore you and Christine. You must take her somewhere safe, somewhere where nobody will find you, at least for now, until things clear up. But you must hurry."
"Madame Giry, have no fear. I was up all last night formulating a plan. Do you remember several years ago when I showed you the blueprint for my future home?"
Madame Giry nodded.
"Well, as you know, over the years, I have amassed quite a fortune. So I decided to invest some and build that home. It cost me quitea lot, but it is far enough from the city for us to be safe, but Christine will be able to take the occasional trip into Paris to buy the necessities. We are leaving tonight, in a several hours to be exact."
"Erik, you have to ensureher safety. Promise me that you will keep her safe. She is like a daughter to me, and I, as well as Meg, would be devastated if anything happened to her."
"I promise you, Madame Giry. Not only will she be safe, but she will be happy. I will do everything in my power to make her happy."
"Thank you, Erik. I trust you to keep your word. Promise me you will write."
"I promise. And you and Meg must visit as soone as we are settled."
"That I can promise. I must be going now-the two fools who run the theater will be missing Meg and I. Meg, we must be leaving now. Come now."
Meg and Christine hugged once more, then Madame Giry embraced Christine and whispered something in her ear that made her giggle. That sound was music to Erik.
Erik showed Meg and Madame Giry an alternate route out so they wouldn't be soaked when they returned. They bid farewell once more, and vanished from sight. Erik put his arm around Christine and held her close.
"We must finish gathering our precious belongs, Angel. Madame Giry brought me a few of your valuable belongings, like the picture of your father. We only have a little while."
Wow, that took a little while. R&R please. I really appreciate the input. I am getting a horrible case of writers block, so ideas are helpful.