Greetings! This is the first updated chapter of the story! First, I wanted to change his mask, Erik's anyways. I, at first, had only used the typical Gerrik fan girl threequarter mask. BUT now i'm using the mask from LEROUX!!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Phantom of the Opera (maybe i can buy it from Leroux...)
# Part Four
Madame Giry was just leaving Lark's room when, turning around from the door, she found herself face to face with none other than Erik. She had been expecting him of course, but she jumped slightly on sight of him, she hated being crept on from behind.
"Why is there a boy in that room?" he spat angrily, eyes flashing a dangerous gold. Madame Giry composed herself and kept her face calm though her heart was still jumping from her slight scare.
"The child is only there because there are no other rooms, not to mention that all the inns are full, and she has paid for her stay. But most of all, she has a high fever and cannot be kept near others."
Erik's eyes darkened, "'she'?" he asked quietly, "you must be mistaken for I saw a boy enter this Opera House, a scrawny one too, not a girl." Though his voice was quiet Madame Giry could still hear the anger in his tone.
"No, Erik," she said irritably, "it is you who is mistaken. She is a girl in the guise of a boy, why in heaven, I do not know." Puzzlement briefly crossed his eyes, his face hidden behind his mask, but it was quickly replaced with a scowl.
"Remove her at once!" he demanded, his temper rising. "You promised me that no one will go in there ever again!"
Now Madame Giry was angry, "Promises are broken, Erik, when another's need is more important. Leave her alone and she will not bother you or anyone else!" Erik bared his teeth, "She will be gone from that room now!" he snarled.
"Not until she is well! No, Erik, I mean it!" Madame Giry said firmly, "Not until she is better."
The two glared at each other, Erik towering over Madame Giry who stood unflinching and defiantly before him, her mouth set in a grim line.
Erik's eyes narrowed, "Fine," he hissed, "until the child is well. Then she will leave the room!"
Madame Giry could only say one thing, "Christine is gone, Erik. A simple room will not bring her back, it will only bring back memories you don't want."
Erik only glared at her one last time before swirling around and disappearing from sight. Madame Giry sighed, if only he could forgive and forget, his memory of Christine was still burning into his mind and would continue to do so unless he gave up his hold on the past.
Erik stormed down the cellars and into his house by the underground lake. He barely paused by Christine's room before entering his with a fury in his heart.
Throwing aside his cloak he threw himself onto the organ seat and began to play loudly and angrily, putting his frustrations into music, letting it wash over him; each note holding a meaning not many could hear. How dare they!'' He thought over and over. 'How dare they!' After awhile, he played with the same soft caring and lovingness as he usually did. Even though he played softer he was still furious, imagine, a snotty little child playing around with his Angel's things! No, he tried to push thoughts of Christine back from his mind but they still clung on, taunting him, jeering his failure, making him more angry than normal.
He couldn't help but fuming over the thought of her dressing room being contaminated by this ill child. He stopped playing and grabbed a nearby quill and ink and a nearly finished piece of music and furiously wrote down a few more notes, looked at it, then set it back down and sighed irritably. What else can go wrong? He propped his head on his hands. First it was Christine, then this girl who dresses like a boy, and NOW he couldn't even finish a song. He sighed, 'Life was more simple before I met Christine…' he thought. But he knew he'd never regret meeting her, never.
Again, this is an updated chappy, hope you liked and reviews are soooo nice.