Chapter four
The Little Chapel and the dining hall
The practice ended and Meg and Christine went back to their suite to change. Christine had decided that she would go for a walk around the ship.
"Can I go with you?" Meg asked.
Christine shook her head. "No I just want to be alone for a bit."
Meg nodded in acceptance and Christine took off down the grand staircase. She wandered down the brightly lit hallways throughout the Titanic. She found the swimming pool and sat down on one of the chairs and watched the young rich children swimming in the pool. After about five minuets she continued her trek through the ship. She discovered the weight room and she spotted Raoul. He was with his brother working out. She was going to wave to him but decided against it thinking he wouldn't even remember her at all. He didn't even acknowledge that there was someone standing in the doorway. He gave one glance at her and continued his conversation with his brother. She left the weight room and continued walking around. She found a dimly lit corridor and it intrigued her. She turned her course down on that dimly lit corridor. It had no rooms on either side of it and she was about to turn around but she saw a tiny light emitting from the end of the hall. She became curious about the light and walked down the hallway. The light became brighter and brighter as she walked towards it and her pace quickened. She entered a tiny room and saw the light. It was a lone candle in a chapel. She looked around the chapel and there was a painting of an angel on the wall behind the candle. Her eyes filled up with tears and she thought of the Angel of Music. There were more candles and she lit one for her father and knelt in prayer. She closed her eyes and she heard a pleasant voice.
Christine…
She looked about the room.
"Who's… who's there?" She asked. "Are you my angel?"
Angel? What the heck is she going on about? Erik thought.
"Are you the Angel of Music?" Christine asked.
Thinking fast Erik replied with a yes wondering if he would kick himself in the butt afterwards. When he said yes Christine's voice was filled with joy and her eyes seemed brighter.
"You're really the Angel of Music my father promised he'd send to me?"
Of course my dear. I can help your voice. Right now your voice has no soul but I shall give it that. With my help you will be remarkable.
"Oh thank you Angel!"
The ships horn blew and Erik checked his pocket watch. It read 1730. It was dinner time. Christine didn't get up to go to dinner.
Christine, my dear, I will always be with you. Go eat your supper and get a good nights rest.
Christine rose. "Of course my angel." She said smiling. She left the room with a spring in her step and Erik smiled.
One little lie isn't going to hurt her.
If he knew how wrong he'd be he would have never said anything to her that evening. Erik left the little Chapel and went to the dining hall. He promised he would always be with her and to that promise he made sure he would keep.
Christine met up with Meg and Madame Giry and the three of them made their way to the dining hall. Christine spotted Raoul but she hadn't the desire or the need to accost him. He would not recognize her and she knew it in her heart. They took their seats while the ships servants placed the appetizers of soup in front of everyone. Christine happened to be seated across from Carlotta and she sighed. Carlotta was still in a grumpy mood over the falling backdrop and she still refused to go on that stage until everything was fixed and nothing like that would or could happen again. Carlotta snarled at Christine.
"So I bet you probably thought it was funny what happened today on stage?" Carlotta said.
Of course Christine thought it was funny. Better yet she found it absolutely hysterical.
"Of course not Carlotta. What happened was absolutely dreadful. I do hope they fix it." She lied.
"Don't lie to me girl I know what you really think. Be lucky you don't sing or else you'd have much more to worry about from me." Carlotta sneered.
"Carlotta shut up."
Carlotta's face became bright red with anger.
"Don't you tell me to shut up you… you… you ballet rat! You will always be just a rat and you know it!" She roared.
Above them Erik watched and listened and his face became bright red with anger also.
That… that… that oh! There's no word for what she is! How DARE she!
He pulled from his pocket a vile of poison and as a cart of food was to be delivered to the table he discreetly, while the servants head was turned, poured the clear liquid into Carlotta's drink. The servant handed the glass to Carlotta who in turn didn't even say thank you and gulped the drink down. Her face began to turn green.
"Carlotta are you ok?" Piangi asked.
"I don't feel so well…" She managed to say as she ran out of the room and down to her suite.
Erik began silently laughing at what he had done.
That'll learn her.
