Chapter 3

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Faye POV

"Erik" he said. "My name is Erik."

"But aren't you the opera ghost?" I inquired impatiently.

He saw that I wasn't going to stop until I got an answer.

"Yes…." he mumbled.

"I knew it!" I have heard of the opera ghost before but never actually believed in it.

"Are you going to turn me into the police then?" he grumbled. As if he knew what I was going to say.

"No…why would I do that?" I asked, because I was missing something…I know I was.

"Oh, no reason….no reason at all…"he shook it off. Acting almost cheerful.

I wasn't stupid. I knew there was a reason. But I let it be right now. He seemed a little pissed in the first place.

"Do you remember anything about the night I found you… Erik?"

"What?" he seemed utterly confused.

"Never mind…." Maybe it would come back into his mind later.

"Have you've gotten used to this?" He points at his face. "Aren't you afraid?"

"No, and no. should I be afraid?" I asked.

He didn't say anything then. He just stared at me with curiousness. I headed to the kitchen to make Erik something to eat, he must've been hungry.

"The world is full of immoral things; I'm one of the monsters who were made to dwell in hell. I was sent here to be punished… once I had a moment of heaven, I was in love with this angel who was perfect in every way, and she left me! She left me! She couldn't stand the way I looked. Instead she left me for her handsome young man. I have seen and experienced pain more than a little girl like you could ever dream."

After his little speech that had brought tears to my eyes and I faced him. He saw my tears forming in my eyes but he didn't care. I knew that he wanted to make me cry, and feel sorry for him but he didn't know that this cruel world has treated me with awful encounters as well. I want to scream at him that he didn't know everything.

"You know you aren't the only one suffering from hatred in this world. If it makes you feel any better." I said calmly

"Then what's your story?" He inquired angrily.

"Well monsieur that is a story nobody wants to hear…" why did I bring this up? I always talk without thinking.

"I want to hear it!" He demanded.

"It was years ago… I was born to a rich, beautiful, perfect couple outside of Paris. They were just the perfect couple, who craved perfection. They wanted a son, a first-born son, so they could boast that they had a male-heir I guess. . Instead they got a daughter and I bet they were so embarrassed. . I was pushed away, hidden from their view, a constant reminder of how they had failed. I was a torment to them. I lived in the some of the back rooms with a nanny who cared for me like a mother. But then when I was around six years old, a baby boy was born, a son finally. Both of my parents were absolutely, completely happy. They let me see him, I actually only saw him that one time. My parents then wanted to take me out, to celebrate me becoming a big sister. I felt like the queen of the world you understand?"

(Faye speaking to Erik, Erik sees the images in his head)

"Are you coming sweetheart?"

"Yes papa I am!"

They were waiting in the carriage, I got all dressed up. With help for Dior, my nanny. I rushed into the carriage. They didn't take me on my trips you see.

We went on this long trip to Paris. My mother said

"You will love Paris, darling. It has so much to entertain… so much to do"

"what are we going to do mother?"

Father then said "we are going to show you some of the historical parts of Paris. "

I was thrilled.

We got out of the carriage and we passed the opera house. It was getting dark but the sun was setting. My mother and father watched the sunset with me for the longest time. Mama put her hand on my shoulder, I was so happy. After the sun was completely set, I turned to mama asking her where we were going to go sleep that night. But that wasn't mam's hand. It was my nanny. She was crying. I didn't ask why. She led me away. She brought me to her home. This was her house. This was her home. This is where I have been living ever since. They left me. They just dropped me off and left. I have never had a real family.

Trying to grasp reality back. I notice Erik seemed to soften a little. I looked for a handkerchief. I couldn't find one, I got up and turned my back to Erik, I didn't want him to see me cry. Trying to change the subject and hopefully for him to stop watching me cry.

"What about your story? My life is pretty much nothing now."

"I want you to come with me." He spoke clearly. But I didn't want to hear it.

"What?" I asked again. Hoping my ears deceived me.

"No woman deserved this. You don't deserve it."

"The world is full of unfairness and cruelty, well it happened… and it will happen again…and again." He would forget about this tomorrow. He wasn't going to be able to go anywhere for a while anyway.

"I want you to come along with me."

"Why would you want some girl tagging along?"

"Please come along with me."

"Where are you going?"

"Away from here. It would be good for me and you too."

"Away from Paris? The Opera house? I don't know…..i mean I lived here most of my life…"

"I know. You have to get away from here."

"I don't think I should go…" "I mean what-"

Charles entered the house. Saw me crying, Erik in mid-shout.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing Charles…I… just am overtired…..I need sleep…that's all."

He nodded, not taking the lie and asked me to see what Lamar was up to. Having a good excuse to leave, I walk out the door without a moment's hesitation.

Erik POV

Charles came up to me and looked me straight in the eyes.

"If you hurt her again, I swear no matter what Faye says I'll kill you. You hear me? I mean it. I'll kill you."

I laugh; nobody can beat me at my game.

"You think that's funny do you?"

"No sir." Trying to act serious, a small smile escaped from my face.

"I could poison you and then say you died a natural death. Faye would never know. Stay away from her. She is a good girl. She doesn't need to know how cruel the world the world is. She has gone through more than even you can imagine. She isn't any man's play thing. She doesn't need men to be harassing her all the time."

Leaving me with my thoughts. I didn't know what to say. I knew I had to talk to Faye again. Not with Charles around.

Eventually I got Faye to agree at least to come and meet an old friend of mine. She made sure Charles was out of the house that evening. Once I was strong enough to go I took her to where she lived, the woman who had the compassion to save me from a life of remaining the devil's child.

A few days later at night…Faye and Erik have to visit an old friend

Erik POV

I went to Madame Giry's flat. Fortunately she was there, unfortunately her daughter Meg was there. I knocked and Meg answered. She saw me and she let out a scream. I had to cover her mouth and took her into the room. Faye followed close behind me and closed the door behind me. I went to find Giry while Faye calmed Meg down. I found Madame Giry exiting her bedroom.

"Hello, Madame" Okay, I saw how this was getting awkward. Her expression on her face when she saw me, it could've said, "Good lord, it's the end of the world!"

"Erik? What are you doing here? I thought you were dead! What if the police found you here?"

I gently explained what had happened in the lair that night. Argh those painful Christine . Lost and gone. Forever. Out of my life. My angel was gone. She had left me. Madame Giry was crying herself. I finally told her why I was here and what I was doing. Once I told her about Faye coming with me, she seemed to finally take notice and snapped.

"What do you mean you're taking her with you? Are you insane? Don't you remember last time you took a girl away?"

"It's not like that Giry, I have no interest in the girl. I'm only helping her to get out of here. I will never love anyone again, only Christine will be in my heart. "

"I want to talk to her."

"Why?"

"I want to make sure you are not forcing her to do this."

"Why would I do that? "

That look she gave me, I swear I could have killed her on the spot.

"Fine" I grumbled. "But just give us a moment alone"

I closed the door to her bedroom and told her to wait there. I went into the living room and I saw Meg and Faye talking. Meg seemed to have settled down and Faye seemed that she enjoyed talking to a girl her age…for once. But the entire relaxed atmosphere changed to tension as I entered the room. Meg had this frightened look on her face. Faye seemed a little nervous herself. What did Meg say to her? Was it Christine? Was it my murderous acts? Instead of just I decided to get it over with by saying

"Faye, Madame Giry would like to have a word with you."

She looked kind of confused; of course she didn't really know what she was getting into.

"Oh, okay"

"I would like to have a quick word alone with you first."

I didn't see it cause my back was turned but Madame Giry had opened the door just a crack watching me and no doubt listening. As Meg left the room, I said to Faye

"Now remember what I've told you. Just be calm and everything will be ok. Trust me."

She nodded, but she couldn't meet my eyes. What did Meg tell her?

"She's waiting for you."

She nodded again and she entered the room.

"Please close the door miss-?"

"Faye. My name's Faye, Madame."

"Could you please close the door?"

"Of course, Madame."

"Why don't you-"

"Yes, Madame?"

"Take a seat Faye."

"Thank you, Madame."

"Is it true that you are going with him, wherever he is going?"

"Yes, Madame."

"Faye, how well do you know Erik?"

"Well, I've known him for about a few days now."

"But do you know about him?"

"Not much, Madame."

"That's what I thought."

"Is there something I need to know about him?"

"Well, he's had a tragic history."

"I would be grateful if you told me his story. Does it have anything to do with a woman called Christine?"

"What do you know of her?"

"I know that he loved her and still loves her. But she didn't love him back."

"Has he told you this?"

"In a way, not really meaning too…" When he was asleep he would mumble that name over and over. Sometimes in soft whispers sometimes practically shouting her name while sobbing. It was awful to watch. It was worse the first few nights.

"There's more to the story would you like to hear it?"

"You know it?"

"I'm afraid I do."

"Please tell me."

"It was years ago…. There was a traveling fair in the city….gypsies….."

Erik POV

What did Meg tell Faye? What was taking so long? What was Giry telling her? Was it Christine? Ohhh...Christine who couldn't see me as I truly am.

I began to pace back and forth. Becoming more impatient by the minute.

And the story ended. I felt awful for Erik. He went through so much pain and then when he finally experienced love, he was denied that love. Oh, poor, unhappy Erik! I didn't know what to say after Madame Giry finished her sad tale. Then she broke the silence…

"Are you still certain that you want to go with him?"

"Yes Madame, I will follow wherever he leads."

"That's what I was afraid of."

!! I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. Stage crew has taken over my life and I barely get my homework done now! Please review! Thanks Pidpit and MelodyHightoppTodd for the reviews…you guys are awesome! Thanks for reading!