Chapter3 An arrangement.

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"My question Madame is very simple." Erik said still keeping that same sombre almost listless tone. He paused for a second as he watched Madame Giry's expression. He noticed that she was nervous and he could just about detect a hint of fear in her eyes. Just then he felt a slight bit of guilt run through him. He didn't really want to hurt the woman he knew deep down he still loved. But he still couldn't forget the deep hurt she had caused him by her betrayal.

"My question Madame is why may I ask is this Opera no where near ready for its opening night which by my calculation is a mere four weeks away?" Erik asked coolly.

Madame Giry didn't know if she should be relived or horrified that that was all his question was. She knew his question could have been a lot worse but she also knew that the opera was no where near ready for opening night. She dreaded to think what would happen on open night. This all depended If they even made enough progress to consider still opening the show on opening night.

"I…I don't know. I think the whole Opera is working so hard to erase your memory from the opera house that they lost their spirit and dedication needed to achieve the powerfulness and beauty of an opera. She failed to admit her own reason for her passion and love for teaching dance had diminished.

"What about you?" he asked knowing she wasn't telling him everything.

Mme Giry sighed she knew she could never keep anything from him. She knew she had to tell him. "I lost my passion and drive because you were gone. Deep down my drive behind all my work was ensuring the Opera met your satisfaction. Yes I love to dance and teach dance but you were my main focus," she admitted blushing slightly.

Erik smiled slightly at this. "Now I want this Opera ready to be preformed and preformed to it's usual standard. I shall be watching from my usual seat. I trust you shall not let me down," he said his eyes meeting hers.

She wanted to protest and point out the danger he was putting himself in and how she didn't want him to get hurt. When her eyes met him she knew there was no point in fighting. She didn't want to argue with him again and she knew he would win in the end anyway.

"Just be careful," she whispered tearfully.

Erik moved closer and put his arms round her. Her concern for him wiped away most of his anger for her and it was replaced by his love for her. He kissed her tenderly. When their lips parted he uttered softly the deep coldness of his voice was gone and was replaced by his almost musical tone. "You know I will be," he assured her.

Mme Giry nodded hoping that he would be alright. She didn't know what she would do if anything happened to him.

"You will do this for me wont you Annie?" he asked reading her concern.

She smiled at his use once again of her first name. "Yes, yes I will," she said softly.

Erik nodded as he turned to leave. "I will come to check the progress. I will watch from the shadows," he said leaving before she had the chance to respond.

She sat thinking. She was relieved her was alive. She just hoped she could do what he asked of her. She knew they had a lot of work ahead of them but she was determined to make him happy. She wouldn't let him down again, she just couldn't.

She sat and designed a schedule to fit in as many lessons as she could before the show. She also planned to drop suble hints if the Opera was really as polished as they felt it should be to prove all those people wrong.

She just hoped on top of all this that Erik would keep himself safe.