A/N: Thank you guys for all the reviews! I really appreciate them. Sorry this is another short chapter, but I promise the next one will be longer.
LittleViperPhan: Glad you liked the Haiku. LOL. I know most stories do have Erik not trusting Christine, but think about it. What reason did she give him to trust her?
Clayphan: I know! Pissed Erik Sexy Erik. The Buquet scene is one of my favorites too. I like how he keeps appearing, and Buquet keeps running. He should have kept his hand at the level of his eyes! LOL.
PhantomSparker: I'm glad you like my story. Don't worry I'll keep writing, and it will have a happy ending, eventually. -insert evil laugh- -normal voice- Erik deserves one.
Pinkichigomewmew: Thanks! I had to perform it for my class, but I don't think many people got it. LOL.
RachErikaSam01: Thanks!
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Christine lay in bed at night a few weeks later, thinking. Her bandages were coming off within the week, and she would be able to walk soon. Madame Giry had bought her crutches, but assured her once she built up her muscles again she could walk with a cane. She couldn't wait to be able to walk again. It was incredibly boring lying in bed all day. Shortly she would have to decide if she would move in with Madame Giry and Meg. The living quarters would be cramped, especially with Madeline. If she did move in it would only be for a short while, she hoped to get her job back at the Opera House, and move into her own flat. Madame Giry said Firmin and André were desperate for a new diva. Carlotta refused to return to the Opera House after the fire.
Christine turned her head, as she heard the door open. She didn't know who it could be and her body tensed with fear. Madame Giry always knocked before entering her room, and she hadn't seen Erik since the night of the dream. Oddly they had stopped a few nights after. She breathed a sigh of relief as she spotted a white mask, but at the same moment Erik saw she was awake, and quickly turned to leave. "Oh no you don't," Christine said dangerously.
Erik hesitated, his hand on the doorknob ready to close it behind him.
"You've been avoiding me! I've asked Madame Giry to ask you to come speak to me everyday, and everyday you've refused. I want to know why!" Christine said as loudly as she could without shouting, she didn't want to wake Madame Giry.
"I didn't think I was wanted here," Erik replied stiffly, still not turning around. Inside he was stunned. Never, never had Christine raised her voice at him, or yelled at him.
"Don't lie to me," Christine hissed. She didn't know why she was so mad. Erik had avoided her before. "You can't use that excuse when I've been asking for you!"
"What was I supposed to do?" Erik hissed back, turning to face her, his temper rising. "You told me to leave that night, so leave I did."
"You know I didn't mean forever. I had had a nightmare, and was still recovering from it. I needed time to think, and wake up fully! And if you really believed I meant forever, you wouldn't be sneaking into my room at the dead of night! Have you been coming here every night since I broke my ankle?" Christine didn't even bother to keep her voice down anymore. Immediately Madeline started crying.
Erik had had enough. Without a word he turned around, and left, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Don't you dare leave!" Christine shouted. "Come back here right now!" She was tired of his games. He avoided her during the day, yet he came to sit by her in the dead of night! She had never understood him, and frankly she didn't think she ever would. How could he be kind and caring one minute, and cold and distant the next? She looked sharply at the door, as it opened, opening her mouth to yell again, but was silenced as Madame Giry opened the door. She first quieted Madeline, before turning to Christine.
"Christine what is going on here?" Madame Giry asked sternly. Christine felt she was a little girl in the Opera House again, caught misbehaving with Meg. At this thought she burst into tears. Madame Giry was instantly at her side comforting her, in a motherly way. Christine cried on her shoulder until she couldn't cry anymore.
"Now tell me what happened, my dear," Madame Giry said, as soon as her eyes were dry.
Christine sat up shakily. "I couldn't sleep, and then Erik came in, but when he saw I was awake he tried to leave, but I wouldn't let him. I hadn't seen him in weeks, and then he shows up in my room at the dead of night? I snapped. I don't know why! Its not the first time he's avoided me. When he gave me lessons in the Opera House, before I knew he wasn't my Angel of Music, he would sometimes disappear for weeks, and then turn up one day, like he never disappeared. So many nights I stayed up wondering what I had done to make my Angel angry, but when he returned I never asked, fearing I'd make him angry again. Why does it bother me now? Why?"
"Shh. I don't know why," Madame Giry replied. "You have to figure it out for your self. I will speak to Erik in the morning. You will need to settle your argument before you leave. If you leave," She corrected herself. "Now you need to sleep. I will see you in the morning." She stood up and left the room, closing the door quietly behind her.
Christine, tired out by her tears, fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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A/N: Is it just me or does Christine always seem to be crying in my story? LOL. Don't worry that will change!
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