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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 3: The Angel’s Angel

I had gathered my meager belongings and hired a carriage to take me to Rouen. Starting at 3pm we traveled all day and most of the night. Finally, we arrived at Rouen around 11 pm, I asked the driver if he knew of any good places to stay and he drove me over to an expensive looking hotel and helped me unload my bags. “I hope you have a safe trip home monsieur.” I told him, he only grinned and flashed grungy teeth at me as I gave him a wad of notes and went on my way. Because I appeared as a wealthy gentleman to the head at the concierge, he was most helpful. I rented a room for the night and then changed clothing to my night wear. I climbed out of the window and went traveling on what is deemed the “thieves highway” it was quite simple because almost all of the houses are in a tight nit uniform. I effortlessly hopped from rooftop to rooftop until I spied a group of drunken gentleman walking home. That looked like a good place to start, I jumped off of the roof grabbed a clothes line, spun and dropped off in a nearby ally way.
The group went by the ally way, their carousing made an awful din as it echoed off of the close walls of the ally. I stepped out behind them and started to laugh to get their attention, they all turned at once as I leisurely strolled up to one of the less tipsy looking men. “I’m looking for someone. And I think that you might just know where to find them.” They looked at me with glazed eyes. They obviously all had had too much to drink. “Sho what d’ ya want mishter?” one asked. I looked at him and smiled sweetly”If you could be so kind as to direct me to the manor of Le Vicomte de Chagny. I would be grateful.” Another man hiccupped and pointed down the street “Why, that’sh eashy he’sh about five blocks that-a-way you can’t missh it. It’s got big fences around it. I gotta go to hish wedding last year.” I tipped my own wide brimmed hat at him and bowed. “Thank you gentlemen I’ll be on my way now.” One tried to grab my arm but I danced out of his reach. “Do NOT touch me monsieur.” I heard his faint complaint of “There'sh gratitude for ya. People nowa days, Yeesh!" as I ran into the ally way and scaled the side of a wall to reach the rooftop. I then proceeded to find my way to the Viscount’s estate.
It was close to where the drunken boy had said and I prowled the outside of it finding possible entrances and exits. I found many but one that caught my eye was a balcony, the double glass doors were open and I saw that a beautiful woman was standing on the edge in her night dress. Her arms were draped lazily over the stone fencing and she was gazing into the distance. A tune was being hummed softly from her perfect rosebud lips. I didn’t recognize the tune so I paused to listen. Her dark auburn hair stirred in the slight breeze that ruffled my own cloak. My own wide brimmed hat hid my face in shadow. I had heard that this Daaé woman was an opera singer, and I doubted that her servant’s would have anything as fine as the white silk sleeping gown that this woman wore. Silently I slipped over and behind her and said softly “You were well trained my Lady.” She jumped at the interruption and spun around to face her unknown guest. I stayed to the shadows as she took a hesitant step toward me. A hand was at her throat as her other stretched out towards me. “Erik?” Her voice was shaking and she had gone ghostly pale. I stepped back from her, sinking deeper into the shadows. “I am not your Erik Madame; I am merely the shade of a shade.” She stopped her advance and her arms went both to her chest “Who are you?” Her eyes were wide with wonder and fear “You claim to not be my angel and yet you have the same.....” it seemed like she was searching for the word. “Aura?” I offered helpfully. She nodded and took then a step backwards. I felt like intimidation could get me the information that I wanted but I decided against it. If this woman was as fragile as she appeared, I didn’t want to frighten her more than I already had. I took a tentative step toward her while removing my hat. “I wish you no harm Madame. I only wish to obtain some information.” She stepped back from me as I slowly traveled towards the light. I kept my hands in sight as the light of a nearby lamp illuminated my face. She gasped and her eyes grew wider and she went a shade paler, if that was possible. “Monsieur you must be an angel. You’re so beautiful.” She breathed. I smiled slightly “Thank you for thinking that I am as such. But I am no angel.” I didn’t blame her for being surprised. I am dressed like a man, and because I was once what could be considered female I had a very pretty face. I was lucky that the flames that had twisted the rest of my body had spared me my visage.
I heard the door open and spied a man in his shirtsleeves enter the room. He must have seen my cloaked figure standing next to Christine, because he immediately reached for a gun in a bedside drawer. I stood there not moving as Christine stepped between him and me. “No Raoul!” He grimaced, rage painted itself in his eyes “So you’re going to protect that monster? He’s probably here to take you away again!” he hadn’t seen my face yet, obviously, because he told me to move to where he could see me properly. I could have killed them both with the flick of a wrist if it so pleased me, but I had an inkling that they’d be able to tell me what I needed. “Monsieur, I believe that you have me mistaken for someone else”
He ordered me to shut up, and keep my hands where he could see them. If he didn’t start acting more civilly towards me then he was going to end up dead. He had a similar reaction that his woman had. He gasped when he saw my face. Tentatively he lowered his gun and apologized. “I mistook you for someone else. I fervently apologize for that.” But I saw the realization spread across his face as I assume he remembered that I was still a stranger that had appeared at his chamber balcony “Who are you monsieur?” I introduced myself and quickly explained my need for information on the whereabouts of Erik. Christine was deathly silent and Raoul paced the room with a brandy in one hand and the other was massaging his temple. Christine stood and came to stand in front of me. She tenderly picked up my hand and looked it over; there were scars from my years of practice in throwing knives. I let her unbutton and remove my jacket. I don’t know why I let her, but there was something that told me that she meant no harm. She surprised me though by starting to unbutton my dress shirt. I grabbed her wrist gently to stop her but she only put her other hand on mine and looked into my jade eyes. “Please?” was all she said and I reluctantly let her wrist go, she finished unbuttoning my shirt she opened it and beheld my bare chest, aside from the wrapping that I wind around what would have been breasts I was very exposed, she beheld my twisted flesh in silence at first. She then asked me to stand as she ran a hand softly over the scars on my toned stomach. I was well muscled and very strong. I had to be to have survived this long, being what I am. She looked up into my jade green eyes; tears glistened in hers as she silently wept for me. I instantly dressed and walked away from her a few steps. Raoul had been mesmerized by the whole action and when I stepped away from his wife the spell had been broken. “My god,” he whispered as he downed the rest of brandy in his glass.
“I don’t need, nor do I want your pity, Madame.” I said coldly. “I just need to know where Erik is.” She looked at me after drying her eyes, worry now lay therein. “What are you going to do with him? What will you do?” She was afraid for him, I only shook my head and responded “I don’t know myself Madame, I haven’t spoken to him yet.”
“NO, Christine…. I know what your thinking and I will NOT let you have anything to do with that mad man EVER again!” Raoul yelled at her. “He’ll think that you have returned to him and I will never see you again.” He had taken her by the upper arm and was holding her before him. She was looking down with an ashamed look on her face. I took a step forward and realized that the ashamed look was one of pain as well. I observed his grip on her arms and laid a hand on his forearm. “Monsieur, you are hurting her. I suggest you let go.” He looked at me with a confused look on his face then let go of her arms and looked at the finger prints that were white and slowly turning a normal fleshy pink again, I would bet that she would have bruises by morning. “Christine, I…I’m sorry. I, I just don’t know what I would do if I lost you. I love you so much.” He folded her in his arms and held her there with his face buried in her auburn curls. I felt queasiness as I watched him and her embracing. It was only another reminder of what I would never have.
I cleared my throat and Christine drew away from Raoul to look at me. “I would like to help you. But I do not want my husband to worry about me. So I shall try and give you directions. I still have the key to his house that he gave me.” Raoul looked surprised at this confession but stayed silent as she retrieved a small box that had a strangely shaped metal object in it. She handed it to me and I pocketed it inside of my cloak. "For Raoul's sake I will not be going along to lead you to the waters edge but I can explain the safest way to him and how to use the key." I nodded in assent and gave Raoul a glance that looked more condescending than anything else. "Monsieur if I may I would like to speak to your wife in private." I held up a hand before he could speak "I assure you that no harm will come to her I merely wish to speak to her of a private matter that only she will be able to understand. It is a bit embarrassing to me to have a male listening to this kind of topic. So for modesty's sake could you please give us a moment alone?" he nodded his assent and left the room. I sighed and turned to Christine. "With how you reacted to my appearance I am inclined to believe that you had some feelings for Erik?" Her face flushed and she looked down to the ground. I smirked at her. "So you did." I looked at her seriously, "Did you love him? Do you still?" Christine wouldn’t look at me and I put a finger under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet mine. "Christine, do you still love him?" She nodded slowly, a tear trickled down her cheek and I wiped it away with a gloved thumb. "You may have been the only woman to love him. Why did you abandon him?" She was weeping openly now and my chest tightened with emotions that I thought I had abandoned years ago and I brought her into the circle of my arms and just let her cry herself out. I stroked her curly auburn hair and made comforting sounds until she fell silent. She pulled away and I offered her a handkerchief to dry her eyes and to blow her nose. She muttered thanks and began telling me the events that had happened at the opera. When she finished I sat there stunned, angry at Roul's interference, and at her weakness. I figured though that it would have taken someone with a stronger will than she had to have stayed with Erik. I had no idea that he had been so tormented. This little minx had only made his life worse, all for the pretty little fop that she is with now. I muttered my thanks and started toward the balcony. Before I hopped over the railing though I turned back to her with a sideways look “What do you expect me to find Madame? I do not want to walk into his domain completely unprepared." She looked at me, sniffed and then stared at the floor. "Truthfully, I don't know. I don't even know if he is still alive, let alone sane." I nodded as Roul walked back into the room; I spared him a sharp glare and disappeared into the night.
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