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Chapter 6: Another Argument

Erik ran upstairs about twenty minutes after Elizabeth left. He had instructed Elizabeth to go out the back exit which led to the stage, and then to go out to dinner, and she was not to return to her room for a while.

Very quickly, Erik stepped through the mirror which led into Elizabeth's room. There, sitting on a small chair in front of the vanity, was a woman.

"Madame Giry." Erik greeted the woman politely.

"Good evening Erik, I'm glad you could see me tonight."

"Why did you need to speak to me?"

"Erik, I went to a rehearsal so that I could see Elizabeth. After all these years…"

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Madame Giry called out, to avoid exposing Erik.

"Christine… Elizabeth, we need to talk. I know that you have good reasons for being upset with me, but I just want to talk to you. I want you to know that I do care about you, and… your father."

From his place next to Madame Giry, Erik gasped. He walked over to the door and opened it, but only enough so that she could see his face, the white mask gleaming in the candlelight.

"Then why did you leave us?"

Tears filled Christine's dark eyes. "What could I do? If I were to stay with you, I would've betrayed Raoul."

Now they were both in the room, Christine crying and Erik trying desperately to hide his pain. Madame Giry sat still in the far corner of the room, hidden in the shadows.

"So you would rather hurt me, than Raoul?"

"Yes… I mean no… I mean. You don't understand! He would've killed you! He went mad with jealousy. If he had learned the truth about Elizabeth he would have killed her too! I was afraid! Afraid you would get hurt, that she would get hurt!"

At this the door opened, and Elizabeth walked in. "Um… bad time?"

"No, we are finished here. Come Madame, we shall speak downstairs, in privacy."

Christine was surprised to see Madame Giry stand up from a small chair in the corner of the room. She had not seen her before this moment.

Then Christine left as well. Quickly walking past Elizabeth, and out the door.

Left confused again, Elizabeth sighed, and changed into her nightclothes. She would worry about it tomorrow.

TBC…