The streets of Paris were empty; the shoppers and sellers and day to day people had all returned home. The sky was a dark blue sprinkled with stars barely visible between the clouds. The moon had replaced the sun illumination the darkened streets. The whole of Paris had fallen into a deafening late night silence. A silence which was broken by the footsteps of a running girl. The heels of her shoes clicked lightly as her feet moved over the cobbled stones. She wore a long dark blue cloak with its hood up, partly covering a bundle of brown curly hair, some of which began to stick to her face.

She ran through the familiar Parisian streets until she arrived at a dim, homely apartment at the back of the Opera Garnier. In a rush the thudded on the door praying one of the residents was still awake. After only minutes the door opened, "What on earth is going on?" a voice called. Madame Giry was standing in the door frame; her hair was not in its usual tight but, but hung loosely in waves at her shoulders, wearing a white nightgown with a grey shawl draped around her shoulders. She looked down at the figure in front of her "Christine Daae!" she exclaimed, her yes adjusting to the darkness, "Christine, what are you doing here at this ungodly hour?"

"Please Madame Giry," the girl panted, taking her hood down, and letting her curled hair bounce back into place, "I don't know if I can explain right now but I need to see him!"

Madame Giry looked her worryingly with a false confused expression, "Him?" she asked, "Who?"

"You know who I am talking about Madame Giry. Please don't play games. You know who I am talking about. I need to go down and talk to him."

"Christine" she replied sighing, "honestly I don't think that would be the best idea right now, not after what has happ-"

"Please" the small girl begged, "I just need to go down for a moment. I need to speak with him. It's important." Madame Giry looked down at the girl standing before her, her warm brown eyes filled with years. 'He will not want to see her' she thought to herself, 'it's too soon.'

"Please Madame Giry. Please"

She sighed and walked back into the house taking a large old key from the other side of the room. Returning she placed the key into Christine's hand. "Now my dear," She began, "Please be careful. You are only too aware of what has happened. You know what he'll be like. There is an alley way on the street facing the Opera House. At the end of that there will be a gate. The key will unlock that and the several doors following it. Here take this" She pointed to a small lantern which stood at the doorstep, "its dark down there"

Christine took the key from the woman and lifted the lantern, "Oh thank you Madam Giry. Thank you."

"Now promise me Christine. You will be very careful down there"

"I will I will. Oh thank you." The girl exclaimed as she made her way down the street and broke into a run. Madame Giry watched the glow of the lantern until it was out of site. 'Poor girl' she thought, 'she doesn't even know what awaits her.'

So this literally just came as a wee idea the other day in school and I had it written in less than 10 minutes. The first chapter is very short but Im hoping the second will be longer. As always criticisms are very much appreciated x