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Chapter 13 "The Horrific Drawing"

Christine woke up to Erik's arm over her. They were looking face to face and Christine could not believe he had taken her back. She smiled, then reluctantly and sightlessly got out of the swan bed. She tip toed out of the room, and over to the organ, she laid her small hand on the old ivory keys, the unordered pitches made a strange yet beautiful sound. Christine walked a little further till she got to a disheveled room, that looked to be a study. Christine walked further into the room and immediately saw an exact replica of the stage. And on the side of it was Christine in her Don Juan costume. The stage was empty but as beautiful as the as the real one. Curiosity over came Christine and she sat down at the chair next to the stage. On the desk, there was a pile of blank stationary and envelopes, dried wax, multiple pens, ink and a stamp with a skull impression in it. Christine smiled when she thought back to all the times when the managers had been bothered with the Phantom's little "requests." Christine adverted her eyes away from the stage and to the drawings on the wall, there were a few ballerinas, some of the Opera's prized horses and then Christine: Christine crying, laughing, screaming, dancing, sleeping, singing. Most women would have been terrified but Christine felt flattered to have someone love her with all there heart and soul.

Christine got up from her seat to get a better look at the charcoal pictures. She pulled the picture from the canvas only to find another picture behind it. But this picture was not as pleasant. It was a drawing of a child with what looked to be a potato sack over his head. The boy was in a cage meant for animals and all around him people were laughing and pointing at him. The very sight of the cruelty made Christine's eyes fill with tears. 'Why would he draw such a horrific scene?'

"Christine what are you doing?" she heard a man say behind her. Christine turned around impetuously, and saw Erik standing at the entrance of the room with an emotional look on his face, that is until he saw what she was looking at.

"Why where you looking at that?" He said trying to stay calm.

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to find the kitchen ,I was hungry, and I got side tracked" she said trying not to tremble. Christine thought back to the time when she had taken off his mask for the first time. She certainly did not want to make him that mad again. A chill went up her spine at the thought of it.

"Follow me I will show you where the kitchen is, but do not ever go in the again, unless I give you permission." Christine nodded and followed him.

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Christine sat down with Erik at a small table to a very simple breakfast: a few slices of French bread, with butter, and black coffee.

"Erik?"

"Yes Christine." He said looking up from his plate.

"Who was that boy in the picture?"

"Why?"

"I just want to know" He looked at Christine in the eye and seemed to be reading her soul, and his sharp green eyes turned pale. He looked back down at his plate and seemed to be ashamed:

"Me." He said in a hushed voice. Christine's jaw dropped as she stared at Erik and remembered the boy in the picture. And before she knew it silent tears were streaming down her cheeks. Erik looked up, to see why she was not saying anything, and when he relizzed she was crying, he seemed shocked. 'She is weeping? Weeping for me? I knew she loved me, but she weeps at any sight of pain inflicted upon me?'

"Christine. . . Don't Cry, Angel." Erik said in a sympathetic voice. His words did not help Christine control her sobs. She just stared at him still in shock over his dark past.

"I'm so sorry Erik. I didn't know." Erik slightly smiled and nodded.

"It's alright." Christine wiped her eyes and giggled silently for losing such control over her emotions.