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Scarred Love	By : Onitsu Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 2456 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2: What Is

I rented a room in a dingy hotel on the Rue Scribe using money from a gentleman’s wallet that he neglected to guard. I bathed, washed my clothing with me and retired to bed. I knew of the importance of sleep while searching for someone. In the morning I re-dressed, threw on a thick cloak to ward off the chill of early morning, and then head out to hire myself an informant. It didn’t take me long to spot a street waif trying to peddle newspapers to the public. “You there, boy. How would you like to earn 20 franc’s?” The boy glanced at me with raised eyebrows. “The names Claude I’m at your service monsieur?” I gave him a heartwarming yet false smile and bent down to speak to him “Just information, I need to find someone. He goes by the name of Erik. He may frequent places of art. Opera houses, museums, great architectural accomplishments and the like. He would probably be dressed in dark apparel.” I pushed a ten note in his hands and smiled again. “You will receive half now, but if you find out where he may have been seen. I will give you fifteen more.” The boy pocketed the money and grinned “Yes sir, I’ll find this Erik fellow for you. Or at least find out where he frequents. What shall I call you sir? I do like to know who I’m dealing with.” I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Angelo.” I responded, I nodded and remembered something vital for the boys search. “By the way, He wears a white mask that covers most of his face. We’ll meet here tomorrow around noon, and you will give me the information. Find me this man and you will be well rewarded.” I gave a few francs for extra encouragement and went on my way to find some dinner. I’d wait for a good lead, I had waited this long, another day wouldn’t truly matter.
I awoke early, the sun streamed through the dingy window in my room. The shabby curtains that I had tried to draw the previous night barely filtered the sunlight. It came in mottled blotches that skittered over my blankets as a warm breeze skittered through the open window. I awoke and stretched out my aching muscles. I had been traveling the roof tops of Paris the previous night. I had been trying to find information on my masked obsession, but I came up with nothing but vague rumors. I just hope that my little informant found more than I. I went down to the corner where a little bakery was open. I bought some warm croissants, honey and a bottle of milk and then went to meet my little informant.
I knew I was early. My pocket watch said it was only 11:45am and I watched for Claude with an attentiveness that made most people skitter around me. I was dressed in a black jacket and dark slacks. My hair, in a bun, was hidden beneath a broad rimmed hat. A cloak that I’d bought the previous night, wafted in a gentle breeze that made the August air cooler than it should have been. I bit into one of the soft crusted pastries and leaned up against the wall of a building. Soon enough my young spy arrived, with a slight grin spreading across his face as he spotted me. I stepped up to him and offered a croissant which he promptly took with a hungry look in his eye. Unfortunately he ate it a bit too quickly and started to cough. I patted his back and handed him the bottle of milk which he drank gratefully.
I smiled to him and chuckled a bit. “So Claude; what did you find, if anything, for me?” He looked up and grinned “I heard a story from one of the ballet dancers at the Opera; she swore that she was friends with a singer named Christine Daaé.” I looked at him impatiently “And what does this have to do with my search?” He grinned wider “You see Monsieur, this Daaé woman was a diva at the opera. And the girl that told me this swears that she had been involved with someone that fit the description of your Erik fellow. Mlle Daaé is now married to a Monsieur Vicomte de Chagny. They live in Rouen from what I’ve gathered. If you want to get more information I would suggest talking to them. But if you would like....I could keep an ear and an eye out for your elusive friend, for a price.” I looked down at the boy, his bright blue eyes sparkled at the prospect of earning more money and I smiled while pressing 10 and 5 note into his hand. “My dear boy, you are genuinely greedy. But, any information will help so yes. Keep your ears open and I will pay you for the quality of your information.” I bowed to him civilly and turned to leave “Until then mon ami, adieu.” I then disappeared into the crowd that was hurrying along their way to lunch.
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