Sorry it's been so long since an update.
Christine had soon gotten settled in to her new home in Normandy. It wasn't like Paris at all, but it held it's own beauty with its high cliffs and stormy seas. Most of the time the skies were gray and cloudy, but there was a sort of beauty in it all because sometimes there was just one ray of sunlight beaming through the tremulous clouds showing that there was hope of bright skies. Times like these made the once prima donna think of her Angel of Music. He was always so dark and cold, but there was some shining feature that enwrapped her and kept her needing more and more of the genius.
"Christine, don't stand so close to the edge," Raoul called joining her. She seemed to lose herself at times in thought and he only wished she would tell him what she was thinking of.
"Oh…" she murmured stepping back. "I'm sorry Raoul. I was…I was thinking that's all."
"About what my dear?"
She stayed silent, not wanting to bring up bad memories with her husband. He always had gotten very jealous when she mentioned her time in the Opera House. Though she hadn't said anything, he knew by her silence what she was thinking about.
"Why Christine? We've escaped him! You're safe from him here with me," he told her taking her in his arms.
"I'm not worried about him Raoul. I honestly don't think that he had-"
"Christine please!"
She sighed knowing that it was useless to argue. He truly believed that it was Erik's fault, though in her heart she knew he hadn't unless it was something extreme that he had done. No, she knew Erik well. She knew that emotions lasted quite a long time in him and slowly consumed him. This was much too soon for him to be haunting the Opera House again.
"Why don't we go inside? It's freezing out," he said leading her into her into their cottage.
They had made themselves comfortable in their living room by the fire. Christine had gotten out her diary and began to write in it her thoughts, feelings and what she did during the day while Raoul sat in his comfortable chair reading. Just as they got cozy there was a knock at the door.
"Erik, there has been another note issued," Madame Giry said as she walked through Nadir's door.
"Good afternoon to you," Nadir said closing the door behind her. "What does this note say?"
"I am not certain. It was left in your box," she said giving Erik the envelope, which was sealed in his red wax skull seal. On the front of it read "Angel of Doom". Erik stared at it pondering everything that had arisen since he had fled his lair. Pieces began to fit into place in his mind. This was no sadly formed Parisian mob out for blood. No, these were people that he had worked for before and knew the extent to his heartless brutality. After a few moments he sat down continuing to stare at the envelope.
"Erik?" Nadir asked going over to his friend and looking over his shoulder. "Allah!" he whispered fearing what he had read. Without realizing it he dropped his cup of tea and stared wide-eyed at it also.
"What is it? What's wrong?" the ballet mistress stood staring at the men. "Do you know who is down there? Or what they want?"
"Yes…yes we do. The young fellow," Erik muttered feeling for once worried over his life. They had tried to kill him once and he had barely escaped. The only reason he was alive now was because of the Persian man standing beside him. "The Shah of Persia."
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