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Chapter 4

Elisa kept herself busy the next week. She studied hard on days in Academy and after the lessons and practices she went on the Resistance's small and secret office on Rue de Gareau. She had been in the Resistance for four months now, and only those people who worked also there knew it. But for them she wasn't Elisa LeCheval, the granddaughter to the late great opera singer Christine Daae, for them she was simply Jacqueline. Even Thomas or her mother didn't know that she had joined the Resistance and it was very hard for her not to tell them, but she knew that she couldn't. She couldn't trust anyone outside the Resistance, not to Thomas or to any of her friends.

Elisa didn't have so big part in Resistance's operations, but she was still important. She made sure that leaflets were printed and she also helped men called Robert and Nick to plan the attacks against Germans, it also seemed like there was coming more German soldiers to Paris every day. She didn't participate in practice on acts of sabotage which the Resistance did, because she hadn't have the training for it.

Elisa noticed that Thomas watched her with worry once in a while. She tried hard to explain him that nothing special wasn't pressing her mind, it was just generally the wartime, which made her sad. It seemed like Thomas believed her and she also knew that her boyfriend had worries of his own. He was a police officer and when the Germans marched to Paris the police in was in very difficult go - between situation. They couldn't resist the army which marched to the Capital of France without too much of resistance from the French and allied troops. The police had a important part in all this, because they had to keep the people of Paris calm as well as they had to please their defeaters.

During the week Elisa refused to think the strange man who she had met in the ruins of the old theatre. She knew now that the man really was Erik, who had once made her grandmother so bewildered and even scared that she had decided to abandon her promising future and marry Vicomte de Chagny. But altought she tried hard to forget his kindness and possessing blue eyes, Erik came daily to her mind. Few times during the week she noticed that she was walking towards the old theatre building on her way to home from Academy, but everytime when she was the other end of the street where the building was, she turned determinedly to the other street. She couldn't go to the theatre thought she felt like some unknown force was pulling her there.

Erik saw Elisa standing on the end of the street few times from his observing place in the roof of the partly ruined theatre building. Everytime he smiled a little when he saw the blonde young woman appearing in the end of the street and everytime when he saw her turning to the other street, he gave out a frustrated and disappointed sigh. But he knew that Elisa would come some day to the old thatre again, she just wasn't quite ready to do it yet.

The things which gave Elisa most comfort during that week were playing violin and singing. They were practicing a musical in Academy, thought nobody knew if they were able to play it to anyone. Elisa was the lead violinist on the musical and she had to practice it a lot. In some practices she also sang, but if they were able to perform the play to actual audience, she would only play the violin.

Exactly week after Elisa had been in the ruins of Opera Populaire she was walking back to home from Rue de Gareau. It a cool evening and the mist covered almost the whole city. She had been thinking her grandmother the whole day.

Suddently she realized that she was standing in the gates of an old graveyard. She knew where she was and somewhere in her mind she had the intetion to go there that night. Both of her mother's parents, Raoul and Christine were resting on that graveyard in the same grave. Elisa pushed the heavy gate and when it opened squeaking she watched around. Don't be paranoid. Here's no one at this time and in this weather. Not even Gestapo. She slid herself on the small gap on the gate and wandered towards her grandparents' grave. She knew that Thomas wasn't home, because he had been called to work and he might be there the whole night, so no one was expecting her to come home quite yet. Elisa had visited her grandparents grave before so she knew where she would find it despite the every minute thickening mist.

Elisa never saw the man in black who disappeared to the thick fog when he noticed the blonde approaching the grave of de Chagny's.

When Elisa found the big grave stone, which marked the place where Raoul and Christine were burried, she stood for a moment by the grave in silence. Then she sighed heavily and sat on the bench, which was just opposite to the grave stone.

"I know that I have never talked to you, grandma. But I have to tell you something." She started. And I wonder why I'm doing it now. But she is the only one who could understand me, and she's the only one to who I can talk about this. She's dead, but somehow I'm sure she can hear me. I must be coming crazy. Elisa sat in silence for a moment thinking that how she should start, not that it mattered but she wanted to choose her words carefully.

"I have met him." She took a deep breath. "Grandma, I have met Erik, your Angel of Music. He's like I imagined, scary and fascinating at the same time. The weirdest thing is, that his body and face looks like he would be still in his mid 30's. First I thought that he was just some crazy man who wants to be like him, but I've started to think that he is really the man you once loved and were afraid at the same time."

Elisa kept a short pause before she continued.

"He knows that I am your granddaughter and he seemed a bit overwhelmed when I told him. But I can understand now why he got you so flustered. He is a strange man and I think he might be now more mysterious than when you knew him. Specially when he refused to tell me what he really is. He can't be a normal human considering he still looks young. But I think he isn't bad person. He was so nice and gentle to me. I know you thought so too, despite everything... And Meg spoke only good things about him." She stared the grave stone where stood her grandparents names for a moment.

"Christine, what I should do? Can I trust him? Should I go to Opera Populaire again?"

At the same time she felt a light breeze blowing thru the graveyard. She stood up smiling a little. Maybe this breeze wasn't a sign from Christine, but she felt like her grandmother tried to tell her something. I know I'm coming crazy.

"Thank you for listening, grandma. I'll come talk to you more often." She had no idea, that there was one person who had heard her speech to Christine. This person stood silent near by knowing that the mist gave him a good shield from her. He smiled a little thinking that now Elisa was ready to come to theatre again.

Elisa stroke gently the grave stone when she noticed something in Christine's side of the grave. A red rose with a black ribbon... He's been here. Elisa stood silent for a moment and tried to listen possible steps but when she didn't hear anything she gave out a sigh and wandered out of the graveyard.