Hey everyone. Yes I know that I have not updated in a really long time. But remember if you hunt me down and shoot me then the story will never get done. So put down your torches and pitchforks. (I don't know how you would shoot me with torches and pitchforks, so don't ask.) I have had a lot on my plate lately with not too much of an appetite. So enjoy the next chapter. Yay…. GO ME! Oh yes, I know this chapter was short... But the next one is under way...

Chapter 10

As if Destiny didn't have enough trouble with sleeping before she didn't really want to add anything to the pile. But of course with her luck, guess who she was thinking about for the next four or five hours.

Destiny, get a flippin hold of yourself he is just a guy. She grunted mumbling into her pillow.

She finally got up and walked over to her dresser. She picked up the letter and broke the seal. Unfolding it she started to read.

My Sweet Girl,

Please consider coming up to stay with me in the Opera house. Living down in that hole with Erik is not healthy for a young girl. I have found a job that is perfect for you if you are interested. The stage manager is continually fouling up his job and is always causing problems at the most inopportune times during performances. Needless to say he will be leaving the Opera within the next few weeks. The managers are looking for someone to fill the position. I thought of you with your way with words and commanding voice. If you are at all interested please come see me and I will arrange a meeting with the theater managers to meet you.

Sincerely,

Madame Giry

Putting the letter back down on the dresser top she opened the drawers and started to pile the few things that she had in a pile on her bed. She really only needed one pair of shoes so she stuck with the boots that were closest to her and slipped them on. After most of her things were piled in her arms she went to the door and slowly cracked it open. It would not be the first time that she had to sneak out of a house. Turning around she took a quick glance around her room to make sure she had everything, and then remembered her sketchbook under her mattress.

Trying to be quiet she crept over to her bed lifted the pad, and in doing so dropped all her crap on the floor. Everything in her wanted to kick at something and start swearing but she bottled it up.

When she heard Erik stir and then start to mumble incoherently in the room across the hall she held her breath.

After about two minuets she dared to start moving again.

"Oh screw you." She whispered at the pile of clothing on the floor. "I can survive without you."

Silently she slinked out of the house and up to the dormitories. Madame Giry was up in her room writing when Destiny knocked on her door. She took Destiny to a room where she was certain no man or phantom could get in without Destiny's consent. (meaning that there was a lock on the door and no sliding mirror or trap doors.)