3 weeks. 3 full weeks without Christine. It was driving Erik crazy. Why couldn't she believe him? He hadn't killed Joseph Buquet. He growled lowly to himself, she was supposed to love him. She had told him that she felt that way and what was love without trust?! Had she been lying to him the whole time? Was this all some elaborate prank to see how low she could make the beast sink? He threw a candelabra into the lake, his chest heaving as the sizzle of extinguished flame filled the air. Erik sank down to his knees, gentle sobs shaking his body. He knew that he shouldn't be thinking that way, that those thoughts weren't true. She did love him. She had to. As he was able to calm himself a little more, his thoughts stayed pinned to her. He wondered what she was doing right then. Was she thinking about him? Before Christine the only love or kindness he'd been shown was by one Antoinette Giry. Antoinette had helped him escape after he had killed his jailer, Javert. She had smuggled him into the Opera and cared for him like a son. Then came Christine. At first he'd only loved her like a brother or a father would, but when she turned 15 he began to have different feelings towards her. Then on her 16th birthday he had revealed himself to her. Their friendship had grown and Erik had finally proposed four weeks ago. And much to his relief she had said yes. Now this.
Ever since the news of Joseph Buquet's murder Raoul had been acting strange. And this hadn't escaped Philippe's notice. He suspected it had something to do with the fact that the murderer was the Opera Ghost.
Personally, Philippe thought that the whole thing was a little fishy. Would the Opera Ghost really tell everyone that it was him that murdered Buquet? From what Philippe could tell the Opera Ghost only hinted that he was the culprit. He never came out and said it. Yes, something was wrong and Philippe was going to find out what.
Sorry it's short! I'll try to make the next one longer. Thanks as always to my lovely beta, Clown Accomplice. And review!
~Kate