The brown eyed girl
by LiltingBanshee
Author's note: I'm back from my little weekend trip, which I spent writing this chapter down in my notebook. I'm now officially the most antisocial person among my travel mates, but what the heck – here's a new chapter for you. Hope you like:)
Countess Alana: Thank you, bet it hurts Raoul really bad to be around Christine knowing she doesn't love him;)
All That Remains: No hard feelings;)
Shdwcat27: Thanks, hope you enjoy the new chapter:)
GoldenLyre: Don't worry, your EC shipper-gene will be satisfied shortly:)
Pinkichigomewmew: Love your pen name – though it made me cross-eyed to spell:) Thank you, don't fear, Erik is on his way:)
Clayphan16: Thank you, Erik makes his appearance soon, if you look very closely you might spot him in this chapter….:)
Off we go…
Christine sat in the church squeezed in between Raoul and Madame Giry and with a squirming 5-year old Angeline in her lab.
"Mamma, why is that man on the cross looking so sad?", Angelina asked loud enough for the priest in the next room to hear.
Christine resisted the urge to answer "Well, because someone nailed him to the bloody thing, and if you don't stop asking questions you will experience a somewhat similar pain!".
But as she looked into her daughter's questioning eyes she knew she could never speak so harshly to her.
Instead she said to her "I will tell you about the man on the cross some other time my sweet. Now please be quiet and act like a big girl".
"I am a big girl", Angeline said. "I´m 5 years old!". To emphasize her point, Angeline showed all of her ten fingers to her mother.Christine couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped her lips.
At that moment the organ music filled the church and the doors in the back opened. Christine turned and smiled at the sight before her.
Med looked divine in her plain white satin dress. Her thick blonde hair was pulled up beautifully and the long veil was fastened to a sparkling tiara.
The beautiful bride had even made Angeline shut up.
Christine looked at the girl, whom she has always treated as a sister. Though Meg was slightly older than Christine, it had always seemed that she was Christine's little sister.
Christine had always felt very protective of her and now her "little sister" was all grown up and having her wedding day.
She had never looked happier and Christine knew she deserved it all.
Meg had met Matthew McGinnis in London where she had worked at a theatre.
Oh the letters of misery she had sent to Christine describing thins handsome young man who came to the theatre once every week. But to her sorrow he had a chain of four different women, whom he brought along on alternating weeks.
She had complained in her letters of how she should not fall for such a charlatan, but she couldn't help it.
Then one day came the joyful letter telling Christine how Mr. McGinnis had asked her to go somewhere else than the theatre with him.
Frank as Meg has always been, she had asked him what had happened to his weekly date.
He had laughed and told her, that the youngest of his four sisters had fallen ill that week and since he had had eyes on Meg for months he would like to ask her out.
As Meg now walked down the aisle to her future husband the beautiful music form the organ made Christine´s heart ache.
Organ music would forever remind her of her time with Erik. She knew the saying of time healing all wounds, but it didn't seem to work in her case.
She had tried to avoid going to church too often over the years, as all the memories became too much for her.
But on this day- Meg´s wedding day she hadn't wished to be anywhere but in the church.
However the music flowing from the organ at this moment was so spectacular, that it brought tears to her eyes.
Her urge do indulge in her sadness was interrupted by someone tucking at her skirt.
She looked down to see Angeline reach her arms up towards her,
"Can't see Mamma", she whispered.
Christine wiped her tears away and lifted her daughter up in her arms. She hugged her fiercely and kissed her cheek affectionally.
"There you go Angel, now you can", she whispered in a strained voice.
The organ faded to allow the wedding ceremony to begin.
Seeing as I only slept 2 ½ hours last night, I won't be doing any work on chapter 6 tonight, but it will be here shortly. (Just have to dust my Erik off and find a suitable venue for his return, hehe)