A Whim
by Goose

A/N: It's called "A Whim" because that is what I wrote it on. It hints at a Meg/Erik romance.
It you don't like that idea... DON'T READ IT. It's that simple, just click the back button, and
don't flame me.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

***

"Christine..." Erik moaned as he watched his beloved retreat down a hallway with her
lover. Warm, salty tears threatened to pour down his face. Erik blinked them away and
sighed.

He heard a small gasp and stiffened.

"O-opera ghost?" came a faint whisper.

Erik said nothing, but he heard small footsteps walking up behind him. Shivering, dainty
hands pressed his mask into his palms. He pulled the white porcelain over his face and
turned to face the intruder. He glared at the small girl in the dancer's costume.

"You are the opera ghost! The phantom!" she exclaimed in a strangled voice, between a
gasp and a scream.

"I know," he replied. "And you are Meg Giry. The dancer in the corps de ballet."

Meg's thin lips twitched before curving into a hesitant, but pleasant, smile.

"I know," she said.

They stood there for a moment in silence, observing each other.

"You don't look very ghostly," she finally murmured.

"Perhaps that is because I am not a ghost, hmm?"

"You do seem quite alive to me." Meg looked up at him with her large dark brown eyes
and smiled.

She reached out a small hand and slipped it into Erik's. He smiled down at her and gave
her slim fingers a friendly squeeze. They stood that way until Meg had to run off at her
mother's calls.

Perhaps Erik could wait a while before mourning the loss of Miss Christine DaaƩ.

***

The End. Did you like it? Please let me know.