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Chapter 12 "A new Life"

Christine walked back to her dressing room tears filled her chocolate eyes till she could not see. She stumbled into the dressing room through the open mirror. It was daylight and the sun's rays shown through the silk pink curtains. Christine regained her composure then went to her dressing wall and slipped on the dress she had worn the day before. She brushed her hair and pined it back like she used to. Christine wiped her puffy eyes then left out of the room. As she entered the foyer the maids were cleaning the marble floor and dusting the statues. Christine hurried out of the Opera House and into the busy streets of Paris. People and Carriages swarmed the cobble-stoned streets. She made her way from the steps of the Opera house to the Stable yard. She noticed a man who had worked at the Paris Opera before the Chandelier crash. Christine recognized him as Arthur Baker.

"Excuse me could you take me somewhere?" Christine said as politely as she could manage

"Yes, Were to?"

"The Vicomte De Chany's residence" He nodded and went to get the horses and carriage ready.

The Carriage moved quickly across the countryside. The driver was much more reckless and headstrong then Charles. Christine held on to the back of the seat just to make sure she wouldn't go flying everywhere. When they finally made it to her home she hurried out of the carriage not even waiting for the driver to help her out. As the driver was about to flick heis reins Christine yelled to him:

"Will you wait there I'll only be a moment." The driver nodded impatiently and tightened the slack on the horse's reins. Christine ran into the house only to find Raoul in the same spot he had been last night. Except this time the diary was thrown on the floor and his eyes were weepy and bloodshot. She walked over to the chair he was sitting in and bent down on the floor in front of him.

"Raoul?" She said gently. He was in some sort of daze and would not look at her. "Darling," she continued "I Love You but … it's not the kind of love you deserve." By this time he was looking at her. Christine stared into his eyes, but they were usually blue like the sky, but now they were gray like the stone that lined the city streets. "You need to find a good wife one that will be faithful and devote her heart and soul to you and you only. Raoul wanted to scream at her. He wanted to kill her and squeeze every droop of blood from her body. But what good would that do she was right. Christine laid her down on his knee and said:

"Raoul I am sorry but I must leave you." She gently kissed Roaul's cheek just as she had done with Erik. Then walked back out to the carriage and got back into it. And Once again she was alone in the world, no one to care for her, and this time there was no Meg, Madame Giry and no Opera to help her. She was totally and utterly alone.

"Where to now?" Christine sighed and simply said:

"The Café outside the Opera house." Christine said still looking at the scenery around her. The driver flicked his reins once more and they were off down the road again.

The driver finally pulled into town and slowed down a little. Christine wiped her teary eyes no matter how much she told herself she didn't love Raoul and it was for his own good, she couldn't truly believe it. She loved Raoul with all of her being, but she could no longer live a lie. The driver pulled the carriage up to the Café De L'Opera, Christine paid him 7 francs and got out. She walked over to the double doors and walked dismally inside. She took a seat at one of the elegant maple chairs and glanced the menu over. Christine decided on a fruit salad, it was the cheapest thing she could find.

A young waiter came over to the table and said:

"Good Day Mademoiselle. What can I get for you?"

"Salade de Fruits frais please"

"Right away Mademoiselle" The waiter said with a nod before disappearing behind a white door, that lead to the kitchen.

Christine straightened her dress and folded her napkin again, trying to keep herself occupied until she was presented with her food. After about 10 minutes the waiter came back with a small dish filled halfway with bananas, strawberries, apples and a few other fruits.

"That will be 20 francs, Miss." Christine handed him her the last of her coins then took a bite of her small meal. The food almost melted in her mouth after not eating in over 24 hours. Christine ate slowly, savoring each taste. By the time she was done the sun had set and it was getting very cold. Christine got up from the chair and walked out of the warm building. As she walked the dark cold city streets she thought of home, the home she would be in now had she not left Raoul. The home filled with love and warmth, The home that was filled with light and beauty. Then she thought back to the place she had been the night before it was filled with darkness and passion, music and spirit. At that moment she longed for both of them. At that moment she just wanted to be safe from the city streets, and the coldness of the weather.

Christine walked until sleep weighed down her eye lids and she could push herself no longer to walk. Before she could think about what she was doing she laid down on a wooden bench that sat against a flower shop, and fell asleep.

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Erik walked the dark deserted streets of Paris, he usually took evening walks, just to get out of the Opera house when everyone was asleep. 'Why would she just come back like that, unless she truly loved me? Our maybe it's one of Raoul's plans to kill me and simply use Christine as bait once again.' Erik passed the Bakery, and the Fish Shop, no signs of life anywhere with the exception of a few ally cats. Once he passed the Blacksmith's it started to snow, the soft powder stuck to his satin cape. Erik kept walking, lost in his thoughts about Music and Love, until he came upon the Flower Shop. He saw Christine sleeping, the snow built up on every wrinkle of her pale blue dress. 'Why isn't she with her Prince Charming?' Then it all started to make since in Erik's head, she really did love him. Erik still pale with shock stood staring blankly at Christine's frail body.

After Erik realized Christine had started to shiver, he picked her up and started to walk back towards the Opera house.

Once Christine felt his warm breath against her bare shoulder, her eyes fluttered open to the sight of her Angel.

"Erik?" She murmured sleepily

"Go back to sleep Angel. You are safe." Christine smiled and closed her eyes once more. Erik stared at the women he was holding, the rosation in her cheeks had enhanced from the cold weather and the snow dusted her curly brown hair and she truly did look like an Angel.

Erik took a short cut behind the Church and to the back of the Opera house. He silently opened the back door, and went through a passage way that lead to the shore of the lake. By the time he got to his lair, his arms burned from supporting her weight for so long. He gently laid her down on the swan bed.

He stood watching her for a short time then soon felt sleep fatigue his body. He walked over to the other side of the room, and sat down on the bed. 'I'm tired and this is the only bed I have' he defended against himself. He slowly laid down and turned towards Christine. He watched her breasts heave up and down with every in take of air. He watched as she changed position every now and then. He thought back to when she was a young girl and would sit at the edge of her bed, praying to her father to send her an Angel of Music. He remembered that with each year she matured into a women, growing in beauty and grace. He laid admiring the woman he devoted many years of his life to until sleep weighed down his eye lids and he fell asleep.