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Early the next morning, Christine rose from beneath Erik's arms that held her throughout the whole night and dressed herself letting him stay soundly asleep. After that, she sat down at her vanity and wrote out a letter using Erik's quill. Madam Giry and Petri needed to be brought to her palace at once before something worse happened to them. After heating up a spoonful of red wax using a candle, Christine poured it's hot liquid onto the letter and sealed it with Erik's skull impression by bringing it down onto the wax and leaving his famous mark behind. Christine couldn't help but smile when looking at the skull that was on the letter because even back in the days at the opera house anyone who seen that mark on a letter knew that the Opera Ghost seeked them out for a reason. Afterwards, Christine walked down the stairs and to her carriage men that were standing outside with their horses. She handed one of them the letter and watched as they bowed in front of her. She didn't like being treated like royalty but knew that Raoul's mother had made sure that anyone that treated a Countess any less would pay.

"Please, rise to your feet."

Both men got to their feet and waited for Christine's command.

"Madam Countess what can we do for you today?"

"Please, call me . Calling me Countess is something I sort of dislike."

"What can we do for you today?"

"I want you to take that to Paris and seek out Madam Giry and a small boy named Petri. Give her that letter and bring them both here no matter what you understand?"

"As you wish Mrs. Kire."

Christine stood there watching as the two men took their carriage and rode off together. Paris was a few hours away but she needed to have the both of them with her by nightfall. The last thing she would want to hear is that her beloved Madam Giry or Petri died because of the disease. Her dear friends had all perished because of it and she was going to see that it didn't take another two. The weather outside was humid and rainy causing Christine to walk back into the cool palace to await her beloved to wake up. After walking into the music room Christine saw Clorinda sitting at the piano trying to play one of Erik's music pieces. She was still horrible and couldn't help but wonder why she was trying to play one of her angel's advanced pieces instead of the one Erik had wanted her to practice at.

"Clorinda, I thought Erik had given you something to practice on?"

"He did." replied the girl as she continued to bang the keys in frustration.

"Well I know the one you're trying to play isn't the one he gave you to play."

"I'm sick of trying to play "Mary had a little lamb." it's stupid and boring."

Christine smiled, and sat beside her daughter and took away the music piece that she was looking at.

"So you decided to play Don Juan Triumphant? Sweetie, I know how badly you want to learn how to play the piano but if Monsieur Kire comes in here and finds you touching his music pieces he'll have your head. I think he'll get upset if he finds that you're not playing the piece he assigned you."

"He's a horrible music teacher mother. What music teacher doesn't teach? He gave me a piece to learn how to play and told me to practice."

"Well I have a meeting to go to today so while I'm doing that perhaps if you asked him, he would teach you again."

"What kind of meeting?"

"Well not a meeting, more like searching."

"For what?"

"Petri's family passed away in Paris sweetheart and now I'm going to try to find him a new family starting with searching for all the families who want children but can't have them."

Clorinda looked down at the piano keys and hit one with her finger.

"But if you do that I'll never see him again."

"Don't worry sweetie, you'll have plenty of time to be with him before he leaves. I'm going to make sure he gets the best family there is."

After giving Clorinda a quick kiss, she rose to her feet and walked away. A few hours later, Clorinda who had been walking around the palace watching the rain hit the windows stumbled back around to where the music room was and opened the door to find Erik sitting at the piano writing down his music with his quill. She hated disturbing him when he was working but the fact was that there weren't any children around to play with and boredom was so often found within her. She quietly walked up behind him with out Erik knowing and stopped when she was right behind him and looked over his shoulder. She noticed that the header on the parchment that he was writing on was titled "Beautiful" and below it had a whole bunch of his musical notes jotted down on the musical staffs.

"Daddy?"

Hearing this had scared him because as soon as the words came from out of her mouth his arm that was writing on the parchment slid down onto the keys in fear making a loud noise and knocking the small bottle of ink onto the keys spilling it onto them. Clorinda gasped and watched as Erik cursed himself as he tried to wipe up the ink that spilled out onto the keys and onto the sleeve of his black jacket. As he turned to look behind him, Clorinda noticed that he was wearing his mask and that his one arm was in a sling.

"Damn you child! What right do you think you have walking in here and disturbing me while I'm working!"

Clorinda backed up some more and watched as he took a white handkerchief from out of the lapel of his jacket and began to wipe the keys clean.

"I'm sorry Monsieur Kire."

Erik sighed, and easily removed the sling from around his neck cringing at every movement. Afterwards, he removed his black jacket that was stained with ink and through it aside before placing the sling back around his neck and placing his injured arm back into it. Afterwards he rolled up the sleeve of his black shirt and picked the quill up once more to continue his writing. Clorinda sighed and turned to walk away when she heard his voice call out for her.

"Well it seems that the keys of the piano are alright, but my jacket is another story."

Clorinda grabbed the doorknob of the room and stopped what she was doing and placed her head down in embarrassment.

"Well don't just stand there child, the damage is already done so you might as well stick around and keep me company. It's the least you could do after ruining my favorite jacket."

Clorinda cautiously approached him and stood by the bench and watched as he kept writing his music.

"Well go ahead and have a seat beside me." he replied never looking up from his work. Clorinda took a seat beside him, and watched as he struggled to keep the parchment still as he wrote with one hand. Since his other arm was in the sling, keeping the page still and writing at the same time was nearly impossible. Clorinda gently reached up and held the parchment in place for him so that he could write what he wanted to. Erik looked down at her before looking back at his parchment and continuing to write as he small hand held everything in place.

"You've got your mother's kindness, at least that's one trait that you inherited. The last thing I would want is for you to be like me."

"What's wrong with being like you?"

"I'm not a very kind person Clorinda, you know that by now. I sometimes think that the only person I am kind to is your mother."

"You treat me well too."

"Not as well as I should."

"What are you working on?"

"A piece that I've been working on for your mother ever since she came back to me."

"What are you talking about?"

Erik stopped the conversation and switched it because he knew that she knew nothing about his past and he wished to keep it that way.

"Nothing, it's something I'll tell you when you're older. But this music piece is something that I've been working on for your mother for a long long time."

"Why is it called beautiful?"

Erik smirked and moved her arm away from his parchment.

"Why else would I call it that if I didn't think your mother was."

Erik piled his music sheets into a neat stack and lied his quill on top of it.

"It's more or less and opera for your mother but I'm hardly finished with it."

Clorinda tried to touch the stack of music sheets, but Erik grabbed her hand.

"No, no one gets to look at it until I'm finished. It's for your mother anyway which means that you have no right looking at it."

"Well how come you can't finish it?"

"Because I can't think of an ending that's why."

"I'm sure you'll think of a good one, you're a great composer."

"Is there something I can help you with?"

"Why you ask?"

"Because why are you in here with me when you should be out playing?"

"Because I wanted to be with you daddy."

Erik smiled, and was glad that he had his daughter sitting with him as he worked on Christine's opera.

Madam Giry sat with Petri in what was left of the opera house. The growing epidemic from outside caused them to stay inside in fear of catching the diseases that were spreading throughout Paris so quickly. Her dear friends Alex and Nadir were out helping who ever they could while her dead daughter and her husband Marco were stored away safely in Germany. The Cholera Disease took away Curtis and Petri's family so fast that it was a wonder how the both of them didn't perish as well. Andre wanted to stay with them so badly but he couldn't risk getting sick and wrote to his ex wife in France asking her to come let him stay until the epidemic was over. Now it was only time until she and Petri would perish as well it was only a matter of "When?" She was so worried about Christine and Erik that she didn't care about what was going on outside of her window any longer. She often thought that the Cholera disease had gotten to Christine as well. It was so strange to not have heard from her. Erik and Clorinda were on her mind the most often though. Erik more because that was her best of friends, never had he ever said no to her when she was in need of a favor. She hoped that where ever they were they were safer than she and Petri were at the moment. Seconds later a knock occurred at the door, causing Madam Giry to easily lift Petri's sleeping body up from her lap and lie him on the bed before going to answer the door. When she opened it a tall man dressed in black was standing there.

"This room's occupied Monsieur."

"Are you Madam Giry?"

"Who wants to know?"

"I was told to give her this." replied the man as he handed her the letter with the red skull on the back of it. Madam Giry immediately knew that it was a letter from Christine and Erik as soon as she saw the familiar skull impression on the back of the letter. She quickly took it away from the man and opened it and began to read what ever the letter had written on it.

"To my dearest friend Madam Giry,

I thank you ever so much for writing to me and my beloved angel of music. I must first apologize for not keeping in touch as much as I should be. The last couple of weeks have been the opposite of happy filled with the worst of events starting with Clorinda and my capture from Raoul's mother. After being held hostage by her Erik saved me and she perished. I am now Countess and have been so glad to hear from you. It hurts me when I think about what is happening to our beloved Paris and to what has happened to our friends. I have sent a carriage for you to come and take you to my palace where you and Petri will stay until other arrangements are made. I hope to see you and Petri soon!

Love Christine"

Madam Giry smiled at the letter and grabbed her small bag of clothes and picked Petri up to carry him to the carriage that was going to take them out of harms way.

Erik sat with Clorinda still at his piano. She had asked him if he would teach her some more about it because he was stumped on an ending to his opera. He would have loved for Clorinda to give him suggestions but the only thing that a small girl could offer was for a king and queen to appear out of nowhere which wouldn't go along with the story what so ever. Deciding to leave aside the opera until he figured out a great ending, Erik sat Clorinda in front of him and told her to play Mary had a little lamb for him. Clorinda placed her hands on the keys and began to hit them trying to play what Erik wanted her to. Seconds after she began to play Erik stopped her and put his head down in anger.

"You haven't been practicing have you?"

"Yes I have, and….and I can't play I'm horrible." Replied Clorinda full of tears.

"Why are you crying?"

"Because I'm horrible."

Erik sighed and placed her hands back on the keys and lied his hand over hers.

"I was just like you when I was your age. I taught myself how to play and I was horrible at it. Madam Giry told me that playing Mary had a little lamb was the perfect way to learn. I tried and I tried to play it but for the life of me I couldn't play it."

"Then how did you learn?"

"By learning every key first and then playing what ever it was that I felt like playing. Now stop your crying because there isn't anything to be upset about."

"Yes there is, you yell at me when ever I do something wrong. It makes me upset when you yell at me."

Erik ignored her statement and pushed her fingers gently down on the keys.

"We'll do this together sweetheart."

Just then Clorinda glanced over at the window and saw the carriage pulling up to the gates with Petri and Madam Giry inside of it. Clorinda quickly pulled her hands out of Erik's grasp and ran to the door.

"Where are you going Clorinda?"

"Petri's here daddy! He's here!" the girl was full of excitement and couldn't help but let her go. Once she left the room, Erik turned back to the piano and played the keys with his one good hand. After a few minutes, he noticed a shadow appear over his piano and looked over to see Madam Giry. She was pale and thinner than usual but still looked like her same old self.

"Madam, how are you?"

"Could be worse, you look a mess Erik."

Erik glanced down at his sling and nodded.

"Yes but I'm probably better than you are."

Madam Giry smiled, and approached Erik and hugged him.

"I have missed you so much Erik."

"As did I."

"Maybe you could speak to Petri and make him feel better. He hasn't been right ever since his family died."

"I will make sure to do that."

Once Madam Giry left, Erik turned back to his piano and began to work once more. A little while afterwards, Erik looked over and noticed Petri standing in the doorway. Erik immediately stopped playing and turned to Petri.

"Greetings lad, how are you?"

Petri didn't answer and kept standing there in silence.

"Come boy, come sit beside me and let me talk to you."

Petri came and had a seat beside him, and Erik turned to face him.

"I'm sorry for your loss Petri but I promise you that Christine and I are going to find you a great family to stay with. I promise you that I won't leave you until we are sure that we're giving you to the best family in the world."

Petri didn't say anything, and Erik sighed. He knew that nothing he could say was going to change the way Petri felt.

"Look Petri I felt the same way when my mother died. My own father sold me to a family of gypsies and they treated me horrible. I promise you that no matter what we're going to find you the best family ever."

"Thanks Monsieur Kire."

Once Petri left Erik's side, he turned to his piano and began to write again when he noticed another shadow coming from the door way. When he looked, he saw Christine standing there and immediately put away his paperwork.

"Oh Christine, excuse me while I put away my work."

Christine approached him and sat beside him on the bench.

"So this is where you've been all day long."

"Where else would I be?"

Christine kissed him, and easily touched his neck.

"Dinner's ready, would you like to come and eat with us?"

"Of course."

Erik smiled, and walked with Christine hand and hand to the dining room where they sat with Madam Giry, Clorinda and Petri to eat their dinner. While they ate in silence, Erik looked over at Clorinda in anger and put down his fork.

"You know Clorinda the next time you ask me to teach you how to play the piano know that it's rude to get up and leave when in the middle of a lesson."

"I'm sorry it's just that Petri was here and I wanted to see him."

"I take the time to teach you how to play and that's the thanks I get? I think that I shall refuse to teach you the next time you ask me to help you."

"I said I was sorry! You don't have to be such a…..such a monster!"

Christine slammed down her napkin, making a loud noise causing everyone to look over at her.

"Clorinda what did I tell you about calling your father such obscenities?"

"Well it's true sometimes he can be such a monster! All he cares about is his music!"

Erik tried to hold back the tears that were burning through his skull, and wiped his mouth with his napkin.

"She's right I'm a monster and I shouldn't be sitting here with you."

Erik rose to his feet and began to walk towards the door.

"Goodnight everyone."

After leaving, Christine turned back towards Clorinda and pointed at her.

"See what you did young lady! You're grounded until I say other wise! Go to your room and stay there until you think long and hard about what you've done."

Clorinda sighed, and walked away while Christine continued eating. Later on that night, after closing up the palace for the evening, Christine walked to her bedroom to notice Erik lying in bed with a candle burning on the night table. Christine sat beside him and ran her fingers through his blonde hair.

"Why so silent my love?"

"I just want to sleep is all."

"You shouldn't be like this, you know that what Clorinda said wasn't meant that way."

"Just hearing her call me such a thing hurts me Christine."

Christine sighed, and kissed her husband on the forehead before changing into her nightgown and lying beneath the sheets with him.

"You know that you mean more to me than life itself. I wouldn't ever call you that horrible name and I never ever will. Sometimes Clorinda just doesn't think before she speaks like you."

"I'd rather not speak about it and just rest. Tomorrow we have to start searching for a family for Petri. I promised him that I would find him the best one in the world."

"Maybe you're right."

Erik kissed Christine and looked into her eyes.

"I'm always right my love."

"Really?" said Christine playfully.

"Yes wouldn't you agree?"

"If you agree, then I agree my love."

Christine then lied beside him, and watched as his warm arm came and wrapped around her body holding her as she drifted off into yet another night's rest. She was with her angel of music and that's all that mattered.

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