AN: Hello Phans! Just so you know, this will be my first POTO fanfiction ever. So, if it's utterly terrible, you will know why. : ) I hope you enjoy this.
Chapter 1
Meg Giry gasped as she saw the chandelier falling. She was worried, yes, but more worried about the Phantom than the people in the Opera House. She knew that her mother had a connection to him: she had told her herself. She raced down to where she could hear her mother talking.
"Monsieur, keep your hand at the level of your eyes!"
Meg stepped out of the shadows quickly. "I'm coming," she announced.
Her mother glanced at her in concern. "No! Meg you stay here!"
Meg glared defiantly at her mother, "No!" She raced away to where she knew that the search party was going after the Phantom. She quickly joined them. No matter what happened, she would continue her mother's legacy. She would protect the Phantom. Are you crazy? She thought, your prepared to protect a man you don't even know? She crossed her arms defiantly. Of course.
When they got there, all Meg found was the mask. But she knew that the Phantom would never leave without it: it was his shield that he hid behind. I can't let them know he's still here, I must make them go away. She quickly stood up and shouted loudly. "He's gone! All that is left is his mask! We need to leave!"
It took a little more convincing, but finally the mob was more worried about getting out of the burning building alive than searching for a crazy man.
Meg sighed in relief. She looked around, wondering where he could have disappeared to. A blanket was covering something…. She reached over and pulled it down. What she saw satisfied her tremendously. A mirror had obviously been there: the shards of glass everywhere signaled that, but she needed to be careful. She slowly looked around and stepped through the broken mirror into the tunnel. It was dark and damp inside. Meg thought she heard something- then suddenly she felt something run over her foot. She shrieked, totally forgetting to remain quiet. She then proceded, however un-lady like it might have been, hopping around on one foot and shrieking. She immediately regretted making all that noise when she felt a strong hand slip around her shoulders to clamp onto her mouth, forbidding her from making any sound.
Meg was roughly shoved against a wall. The hard stones scraped her back, but what scared her more was the shocking silvery-green eyes staring coldly at her. She immediately knew it was the Phantom: who else could it have been? His face, well, the half that was showing (the other half, the deformed side, was covered by a black mask), was scrunched into a frown. She couldn't help but gulp in fear, the mere presence of the Phantom was intimidating. He was at least six feet tall, probably more. Dark hair was swept majestically behind his ears, and he had the most beautiful silver-green eyes she had ever seen.
"Marguerite Giry, what are you doing here?!" His voice was deep, but intoxicating nonetheless.
Meg Giry gestured to his hand that was still clamped around her mouth.
For a moment the Phantom seemed embarrassed. "Yes, you might need your mouth to talk."
Meg swallowed and licked her lips as soon as his hand slipped away from her mouth. To her great dismay, however, his hand immediately went to the other side of her, so that she was literally trapped between him and the wall. "I-ah,"
"SPEAK!"
Meg cleared her throat and licked her lips again. "I came looking for you."
The Phantom's eyes narrowed, for a brief moment he was confused. "Looking for me? Why would you do that?"
I wanted to see if you were okay. But she didn't dare say the words out loud. She blushed just thinking about those words. She ducked her head, hoping desperately that he hadn't noticed, but being the Phantom of the Opera, he had. He simply raised an elegant dark eyebrow and waited for her to answer.
"I ah came to see if you were still alive?" The words sounded puny, even to her very scared mind.
The Phantom arched his eyebrow again, and Meg couldn't help but stare. His eyes….
"Well, we need to get you back to your mother," the Phantom said crisply, breaking her focus off his eyes, and she blushed again.
And that was when she heard something. "The tunnel's collapsing!" Meg gasped in fear and unconsciously stepped closer to the Phantom, if that were even possible.
The Phantom grimaced slightly at Meg, feeling very uncomfortable with her right, like RIGHT next to him. He could feel her breath on his neck. But he forced himself not to focus on that.
His train of thought was interrupted once again as the tunnel fully collapsed, trapping them both in there.
"Phantom…" Meg whispered, moving closer to him once again.
The Phantom took a step back, and his face was contorted in an angry frown. "My name is not Phantom!"
Meg looked confused, but persisted. "What would you have me to call you, then?"
The Phantom avoided looking at the blonde ballerina. "Erik. Just Erik."
Meg smiled as brightly as she could with the circumstances, and then seemed to remember where she was and who she was with. She sank to the floor, and the weeping came.
AN: How was it? Do you have any suggestions? Constructive criticism is appreciated. Please review!
