Thank you VERY much for your comments. They made my horrible day not as bad! Anyway, I do not own POTO...yet...
I don't know how long I was asleep for, but I woke up to Raoul throwing things at me and laughing. So immature of him. And to think that I almost married him.
"Christine, wake up. We're home."
I rolled my eyes. Home? This place would never be my home. I felt the carriage stop and Raoul opened the door and dragged me out after him.
"Step up the pace, woman."
Needless to say, this house was very beautiful, but not nearly as beautiful as my home.
"Jesus Christ, Raoul, let go of me!" I pulled my arm away and ran my hand through my hair.
Raoul led me up a flight of stairs and opened the door to a bedroom. "Find some clothes. You look like common trash."
He pushed me in the room and slammed the door shut. I swallowed hard. I knew that Erik had probably found the note by now. I just hoped that he would detect my hint. I sat on the large bed and wrapped my arms around myself and thought about how happy and carefree I was yesterday. I thought about my night with Erik, about how romantic and passionate it had been. I did the one thing that made sense to do right now: sing. I knelt on the floor and sang very softly to myself:
You were once my one companion . . .
you were all that mattered . . .
You were once a friend and father -
then my world was shattered . . .
Wishing you were somehow here again . . .
wishing you were somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed,
somehow you would be here . . .
Wishing I could hear your voice again . . .
knowing that I never would . . .
Dreaming of you won't help me to do
all that you dreamed I could . . .
Passing bells and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you, the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle . . .
Too many years fighting back tears . . .
Why can't the past just die . . .?
Wishing you were somehow here again . . .
knowing we must say goodbye . . .
Try to forgive . . .
teach me to live . . .
give me the strength to try . . .
No more memories, no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across the wasted years . . .
Help me say goodbye.
I was interrupted by Raoul banging on the door. "Are you ready yet?"
I sniffled and wiped my tear filled eyes. "Just give me a few minutes." I took a moment and composed myself, then went and looked through the closet. There wasn't much of a selection to choose from. I pondered for a moment, then decided on a dark blue dress. I quickly dressed and fixed my hair and opened the door. Raoul was resting on a wall in the hallway.
"My God, it's about time. What took you so long?"
I sighed and crossed my arms. "Why are you doing this, Raoul. You know that Erik will find me. He always does."
"That is where you are wrong. Your precious Erik won't find us because are in the most remote location possible. It is virtually impossible. Now follow me-the maids have a meal ready."
I reluctantly followed, but I knew that I would have to obey, at least until I knew that Erik had found me. Oh, how I missed Erik. This wasn't fair. We were barely married, and now seperated.
Erik's POV
I woke up sometime later, expecting to find Christine. I remembered that she said she was going to make breakfast, so I got out of bed, dressed, and headed downstairs. It was eerily quiet. I couldn't smell anything cooking (or burning), which piqued my interest. I headed into the kitchen, only to find a bowl of uncooked eggs.
"Christine...where are you?" I expected her to jump out at me or something, so I was worried when I recieved no response. I started to search the house, until I found a note on the table in the foyer.
Dearest Erik:
I have decided that I made the wrong choice. I have gone somewhere where I can contemplate things further. Please do not worry about me for I am safe.
Love, Christine
After I read this, I sat on the floor and reread it over and over again. Something wasn't right. Christine wouldn't just leave. As I looked closer, I saw that some letters were written different. I quickly looked for a pen, then began to write down the letters.
R...A...O...U...L
I threw the paper down. So the ignorant fop and come and KIDNAPPED her from her own home. I was pissed. I stood up and tried to compose myself, but this resulted in my knocking over the table, smashing a vase of flowers. How dare he enter our home then STEAL my wife? I slammed the door open and headed for the stables. I mounted the horse (Author's Note: Lucky horse) and took off to Paris.
I arrived in Paris and headed to the Opera Populaire. I knew that I couldn't just walk in there; there were too many myths about me. So I decided to be sneaky. I found the entrance to to cellars quickly and entered. I wandered the halls until I found the door that connected me to Madame Giry's room. I sat in her room and waited for ballet practice to end. I needed to speak with her. I needed to know if she knew where the Vicomte took Christine. I was an emotional basketcase.
After an eternity, Madame Giry entered muttering to herself about lazy girls. I took her suprise and she jumped slightly. "Erik, I did not expect to see you here. Where is Christine?"
"I was wondering that as well." She gave mea strange look, and I continued on. "It seems that this morning while I was still asleep, we had an intruder. The Vicomte de Chagny, to be exact. I don't know where he took her, but I intend to find her and make him pay dearly."
Madame Giry sat by me. "Oh, Erik...I wish I could help you, my dear, but ever since that night, he hasn't been at his home. Andre and Firmin have been looking for him, but he is never home. I feel just horrible, Erik. I am worried sick. But I can't imagine how you must be feeling."
I put my head down and ran my hands through my hair. "If only I had waken up with her...insisted she stay in bed...I could've prevented it. It's all my fault...all my fault."
Madame Giry put her hand on shoulder. "Erik, do not blame yourself. It was bound to happen. It was inevitable. C'est destin. But do not fret. He will get his closure and bring her home. He is a weak man. He won't hurt her. She won't let him."
Her words made me feel better, but I knew that Raoul would never let her. I had to find her by myself.
That was longer than I intended it to be. Maybe a few more updates tonight, maybe not. R&R.