A/N: I want to squeeze in as much as I can into this story. Thank you all for the reviews everyone, I love hearing from you all. I got my first part of my exams done, which left my brain all tired and mushy.
Today was a good day because Monty Python was on the radio this morning. (Q:Why do witches burn? A: B-because they are mad of wood. Q: Good. How can we tell weather she is made of wood? A: Build a bridge out of her! Q: Ah, but can we not also make bridges out of stone? A: Oh yeah. Q: Tell me, does wood sink in water? A: No, no it floats, it floats. Throw her into the pond. Q: What also floats in water? A: many people shouting different answerers Bread, apples, very small rock, cider, great gravy, cherries, mud, churches, churches, led, led, a duck! gasp Q: Exactly. So logically...? A: If she weighs the same as a duck, she's made of wood. Q: And therefore...? long pause A witch! A witch! Burn her!)
Sorry couldn't help myself. I could go on all day. .
Chapter 11
The boy turned from the window and sat down in the chair that Christine and her father were in not too long ago. He picked up the book that they were reading and scanned the cover. He placed it down when his eyes rested on the violin. He picked it up and examined it. 'This is a nicely made violin. It would be a shame to not play it.' he thought. He picked up the bow and placed the violin under his chin. A slow sad song issued forth from the violin. He began to sway with the song and became fully absorbed in it. A sudden slam of a door being closed, snapped him out of his trance. He placed the violin back were he found it and snuck back upstairs into his room.
Gustav walked in the door, placed his coat on the chair, and made his way over to his violin. Just before he started to play he heard a floorboard creek. He put down the violin and realized that it came from upstairs. "Hello?" he said. He started to climb the stairs
The boy cursed as he heard the man coming towards his room.
Gustav walked into his daughter's room. The room was empty. He noticed the door to the spare bedroom was open ajar. He lit a candle and walked into the room. He opened the door slightly just enough to fit his head and the candle inside. His eyes scanned the room. The bed was unmade and he made a note to himself to ask Christine why that was. Seeing that no one was in the room, he decided to start his work. 'I will have to pick up Christine soon.' he thought to himself.
As soon as the boy heard the violin start to play, he let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. He moved from his hiding spot, behind the door, and walked to his bed. He took off his mask and wiped the sweat off his face. He soon fell into a deep asleep.
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Gustav scribbled a last few notes on the paper. He then looked at the clock. "Nearly time." he mumbled. He stood up and put on his coat and left the house. He climbed into the carriage he flagged down.
In no more than five minutes he was at the De Chagny's house. He saw Christine and Raoul playing on the lawn with the Vicomtess watching over them. He stepped out of the carriage.
"Father! Father!" Christine called. She ran up to him and hugged him. "I missed you." He picked her up and kissed her cheek. She kissed his cheek back.
"I hope you had fun, angel." he said as he placed her back down on the grass.
"Oh yes, I did have a lot of fun." she said cheerfully.
"Say your goodbyes." he said to her.
"Okay." she said walking over to Raoul and his mother. "Thank you Raoul and Mme. De Chagny for having me over today. Goodbye. I hope you come to the Paris Opera House someday to visit us." she said.
"Goodbye my dear." Mme. De Chagny said with a smile. She hugged Christine. "Have a safe trip."
When Christine pulled away form Mme. De Chagny hug, she turned to face Raoul. "Goodbye" she walked over to him and gave him a hug.
"Okay, Father, I'm ready." she said.
Christine followed her father to the carriage and climbed in.
"Father, may I go to confession today?" Christine asked.
"I don't see why not. It's on our way home." he replied.
The carriage stopped in front of the small church.
"I can go in by myself." she informed her father.
She climbed out of the carriage and walked into the church. Everything was very quiet in the church. Christine walked into the confessional booth and kneeled down next to the screen where, on the other side, Father Lenard was kneeling.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. May last confession was a month ago, these are my sins." Christine said.
"Go on, my child." Father Lenard said in a calm tone.
"I have brought a boy into the house without my father knowing."
"For a short visit?"
"No. For him to stay for a while."
"I see."
"He needed shelter and food, Father Lenard. I couldn't just leave him on the streets to die."
"Why haven't you told your father of this?"
There was a long pause.
"Go ahead, child. There is no sin unforgivable."
Christine still kept quiet.
"You know, I am not allowed to repeat anything you say, for you are in confession. You may speak freely."
Christine swallowed.
"He is wanted."
"What do you mean by that?"
"He escaped from a traveling fair. People are looking for him."
He paused. "Father Lenard?" she called
"Yes?"
"Am I forgiven?"
"Yes. Is there anything else you would like to confess."
"Yes. The night I brought the boy home, I disobeyed my father. He punished me and I didn't obey him."
"Is that all?"
"Yes, Father"
He made the sign of the cross and said, "You are forgiven. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. May God bless you, child."
"Thank you Father." she said and walked out of the church. She walked into the carriage. The carriage drove way as Christine and her father headed home.
A/N: I think that will hold you till midterms are over. .
I'm quit sure that Christine is old enough to make confession. Sorry if that is not exactly how confession goes. I haven't gone in a while.
For some of you who don't know, Gustav is Christine's father. I was just getting tired of calling him "Christine's father" and I'm sure you where tired of reading it. .
Oh yes. In last chapter I checked my last A/N and I said that the old story on "Little Red Riding Hood" was "Little Red Cape", well it's "Little Red Cap." Oops. :P
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