After The Opera Burned || Phantom Of The Opera

Chapter 12 - Different Views

A/N: Wow I cannot believe how quickly this story is developing! Please feel free to leave me some feedback considering I don't see much comments except from one person ;]

*Also, if you would like a hint of where I get some of my inspiration, please listen to the song Ultraviolence by Lana Del Ray. She's a huge inspiration to me.

**Also also, was thinking about changing the cover? Just to add Meg instead of Christine since she's a bigger character in this particular book? Thoughts? I've attached it above.

"Where did you sneak off to?" Meg asked her mother as soon as she returned to the room. Her mother had been gone for quite some time and didn't tell Meg where she was particularly going to except to visit Paris. Meg did want to go back there but given her recent events with Jean, she thought perhaps her mother was protecting her.

Her mother gave her an indifferent look, shaking her head, "I told you Meg, I made a quick trip to Paris. Have you finished packing for tomorrow like I asked?"

"Yes mother," she said softly, looking back at the two bags sitting next to their beds. Had it already been two months since they arrived here? How quickly they got comfortable and how quickly things change.

"Very good," Mme. Giry stated, walking over to the bathroom to look over something.

Meg sighed to herself as she gazed out the window to the little village below. Her mother also did not tell her why exactly they were leaving, neither did Erik, but it seemed to be about Jean. It was not that huge of a deal, after all Mr. Duval came and saved her out of nowhere. And Jean? It must have been a misunderstanding, perhaps he thought she wanted him to court her, which in a way she did but with her mind and heart constantly fluttering to someone else, how could she promise a taken possession to another person?

Though not big, the little town was quite peaceful compared to the busy streets in Paris. She liked it here. Meg didn't want to leave.

Her mother returned out of the wash room and studied Meg's drifting position, "It will do you no good to let your mind wander."

Meg jumped at her mother's words, turning around to look at her, "Why do we have to go to Spain?" Her words came out as more of a whine then a question, "I like it here. And we were doing so well-"

"Meg, my little Meg," Mme. Giry cooed, walking over to her daughter and placing her hands on her shoulders. Meg sighed and looked down as she continued to talk, "There are so many more opportunities out in Spain for you right now then here, especially in this little town."

Meg sighed once more, shaking her head as she crossed her arms in front of her chest, moving away from her mother to sit on the bed.

"I thought you singing would pass the time and help us with a place to live, but it has shown that you indeed have talent in singing and in Spain, your talent can grow and blossom!" Mme. Giry explained, walking to her daughter and sitting next to her.

Meg looked over at her mother, her eyes wide, "I can sing in Spain?"

She nodded, "But of course! And Erik has agreed to teach you still, regardless of your little stunt."

Meg bit her lip, nodding.

"You would be wise to bit your tongue around Erik. You saw what he did to Christine's voice, imagine what he could do for yours?" Mme. Giry faced her daughter even more, causing Meg to turn completely to face her, "Oh Meg with his attention focused on you, he will forget all about Christine and the opera populaire. His only focus will be on you. Think of it."

Meg blinked at the words her mother was telling her. All she ever wanted for so long could be acquired in Spain. Meg let go of her lip, nodding to her mother in awe.