A/N: Just a little inside to Erik's and Madame Giry's relationship. It also shows more of Erik's possessiveness and rage. Christine and Erik finally meet in the next chapter...WOOT.

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Chapter Three-Seculsion

Erik rounded a corner, his fury making him oblivious to his surroundings and he absentmindedly set off one of his traps, narrowly missing the consequences. He slowed his pace in an effort to be more careful and allowed his mind to dwell more on the newfound hate he had for this 'Vicomte De Chagny'

Who does he think he is, asking my Angel to supper? Erik stopped and fumed. He readjusted his mask and started down the hallway at an alarming pace.

"I will not have it!" he shouted to the damp air.

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Upon reaching his exit he stopped for a few minutes, catching his breath and making sure his appearance was perfect. He wrapped his cape around him and slipped out through a wall- straight into the path of Madame Giry.

"Erik…" she whispered

"Madame." He replied solemnly. He tucked the noose back into is pocket, ashamed that his reflexes were not able to recognize his old friend.

"Where are you off to?" she asked, her voice guarding suspicion.

"Christine. I have come for her."

Her eyes widened briefly.

"The Vicomte has informed me that he will be taking her out to supper…" she said, trying to hide the fear in her voice.

"You have been misinformed." Erik was growing impatient with the scrutiny from Madame Giry. He came for Christine, not for conversation.

"Madame, if you please," he started, "I have business to attend to."

From under his cape he produced a large skeleton key, a heavy tassel hanging from its end. Madame gasped.

"Erik, you do not intend to keep her locked in her dressing room all night?"

"I can assure you Madame, she will not be in the dressing room."

Wariness crept into the woman's face. Erik sighed. Her care for the girl was heartfelt.

"Behind the mirror." He said wearily.

"Another entrance?"

He nodded slightly, shifting his weight uncomfortably. This conversation had gone on long enough. He could wait no longer. He made his way to Christine's door when Giry's voice interrupted.

"Take care of her, Erik."

He gave another slight nod and pushed the key into the lock, turning it quietly until it clicked. Madame Giry gave him a long look before walking away. She turned to look back at him. He was gone.