Angel of Music

Madame Giry Knows All

Disclaimer: i do not own this lovely musical, but I wish I did.

If this hits 55 views I will continue to Write more.

It was 7:23 a clock in the morning when Madame Giry first heard of the disappearance of Christine Daae.
  The morning started out as mornings unusually do, the sun rising slowly, bringing with it light and warmth. Madame Giry had been awake since it was still dark out, having so much work to do.
  She checked in every nook and cranny to see if Erik had left her his daly note. To her surpise, she found no note, not even a single red rose. It was also very quiet, too quiet. Erik liked to play tricks early in the morning, it was his very favorite time to haunt.
  Trying to push the worst thoughts from her mind, Madame Giry began preparing for the morning ballet practice.
She was reading the script of the new opera they would perform, El Mutto, when Andre came rushing it.
  "Madame Giry! Madame Giry! Madame Gir--oh thank God you're here!" Andre shouted, his distress obvious.
  Madame Giry turned her gaze to him, her eyebrows knotted in question.
  "What is it, Monsieur Andre?" She asked the disheveled man.
  "Only the worst! Christine Daae has gone missing. No one has seen her since the performance last night, it's as if she's vanished into thin air! It's all over the news papers, Missing Soprano! Oh, it's a disaster! What are we to do? Madame?"
  Madame Giry was not listening, for the wheels in her head started turning.
  No note this morning, no rose, the still, noiseless air....and now Christine's disappearance.
Madame Giry's face paled, and she had to sit back in her chair.
It was all becoming painfully clear to her now.
  "Oh God...no," she whispered. Andre's face contorted into further worry.
  "He has her...he must have her..." Madame Giry mumbled bringing her shaking hand to her mouth.
  "Who?" Andre asked, "who, Madame?"
  Madame Giry locked her eyes with the manager.
  "The phantom of the opera has taken Christine Daae."

          
  "M...Madame?" Came a small voice. Madame Giry had rushed to Meg's room after realizing what Erik had done.
She turned towards the sound of the voice, and jumped when she saw who it was.
Christine stood in the threshold, wearing nothing but a white night dress. Her brown curls were in tangles, and her eyes were puffy and afraid. Christine looked as though she could shatter at any moment, as fragile as a flower.
What had Erik done to her...
"Oh my dear!" Madame Giry cried, rushing to hug the poor girl. Christine trembled at the woman's touch.
"What happened to you?" Madame Giry asked, her voice catching in her throat. She pulled from the embrace and cupped Christine's face with a wrinkled hand.
Christine didn't answer.
Instead, she said:
"I'd like to be alone, please," her voice was barely above a whisper.
"Yes," Madame Giry forced the words out. "Yes of course, you need rest. Come along my dear," and she took the young prima donna's hand in her own and guided her gently to her dressing room.
The met Meg in the hallway.
"Christine!" Meg cried, rushing to her friend. "Are you alright?"
Christine did not answer, and Madame Giry gave Meg a scolding look.
"Meg, take Christine to her dressing room, then meet me out here," She said to her daughter.
Meg nodded, and took Christine by the arm.
Once they were out of sight, Madame Giry fell against the wall.
She placed a cold hand on her forehead, breathing in deeply.
What had Erik done...
Just then, Madame Giry heard a small sound. She looked down and saw a letter at her feet.
In Erik's hand writing, it said:
To my dear managers, Andre and Firmin.
She reached down and grabbed the note, holding it close to her chest, a tear falling down her cheek.
She had let Erik get to close to Christine, she had known for a while his feelings for the young soprano ran deep. Perhaps, a little too deep.
Madame Giry cursed herself and cursed Erik.
What had Erik done to her...

Authors note: sorry it was so short, I will write a longer one next time!