The sound of glass smashed, just as little Meg Giry rounded the corner, she saw the Phantom walk into that strange tunel. Slowly she approched, staring at were he had disapeared. Lifting curtain, she covered up the tunel.
Meg Giry's hand closed around the mask, she held it close to her, looking around to see no one was here. They were gone, Christine, Raoul...the phantom. Meg sighed, wondering what had happened to the Opera Ghost.
The loud footstepd pf the on coming mob startled her, she spun around, running forward. She went to the foot of the stairs, "he's dead!", She yelled to the mob, stopping them in there tracks, "come no further, leave the beasts lair in peace!". They stared at her, surprised.
"Why should we listen to you? a ballet rat!", The man in front thundered, Meg glared. His hand reached forward, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to him. One hand sneaked down and grabbed her backside, pressing her against him. She struggeled in vain.
"I think she's hiding him, she's most likely some tramp of he's!", he thundered, they all nodded in agreement. Were they stupid, the phantom of the Opera didn't have random tramps hanging around his lair, but they were men, much couldn't be expected of them.
The mans hand tightened, snapping her thin wrist. Crying out in pain, she jerked away from him, tears stinging her eyes. "She has lain with the devil! she's filthy. Not worth a good time". they all jeered, laughing loudly.
The man pushed her, meg stumbled back, backing against the wall. He pressed himself against her, roughly sticking his tounge down her throat. She could smell the traces of liquir on his breath. One hand slipped up her dress, the other roughly grabbed her breast.
Her knee swung upward, roughly smaking into his groin.
Swearing loudly and jumping back, the man struck her again, this time on the side of her face. She fell backwards, slipping into the lake that lead to the Phantoms home. Laughing the man pulled the leaver, closing the gate.
"Let the demons whore die in there with him!", He shouted, they all screamed in triumph before walking up the stairs. She swam through the water till she reached his home again. She lay panting on the ground.
Megs whole body trembled, she hurt. lifting up a delicate hand, she cried out at the hot wet liquid that was blood running down her face. "I'm going to die here", She whispered to herself, her voice barely a whisper.
Wrapping her arms around her knees, she tried to think clearly. Megs thoughts were jumbled, the throbbing of her injuries getting in the way of her thoughts. cradeling her wrist softly, she began to cry.
They had called her the Phantoms whore! it was plain that they had been drunk, she pictured the drunk men stumbeling about the fire and almost laughed. But she then thought of her mother, had she made it out ok? Mme Giry was all meg had, her father had left when she was young.
Shock struck through her as a lasso swung around her neck, jerking her back. With a strangled cry, she fell to the ground, panting, struggeling to breath as the rope got tighter. "Come to stare at the beast?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. Meg shook her head spiraticly.
"Come to laugh at the monster! Come to torture the Ghost! come to kill the demon!". He yelled, his voice close to hysterical. Meg reached her hand out, struggeling to find his, then closed her hand around his. Meg squeezed. "You're not a demon Erik", she whispered. Then the pain became to much, she passed out.
Anger filled Erik as he saw that someone was in his home. Erik couldn't rejester the fact it was a woman, didn't notice that she was trembeling. He couldn't see how the way she was curled up looked defeated and scared. All Erik knew way that someone was in his home! unwelcome.
The punjab swung, and went around her neck, Erik jerked her back. Rage clouding his mind. He pulled the rope tighter, leaning down beside her ear. He almost growled, but he wasn't that insane yet.
"Come to stare at the beast?" He said softly, enjoying the fear that radiated off his captive. Despretly the person shook there head, Erik laughed. Did this person think him stupid? what other reason could someone be down here.
"Come to laugh at the monster! Come to torture the Ghost! Come to kill the demon!", Erik roared angrily, slowly slipping closer to insanity. Throughout his rant, the persons head had shaking even more. A soft delicate hand found his, it held his hand tightly. She squeezed.
"You're not a demon Erik".
Whispered a soft voice, reality snapped back on Erik, he let go of the punjab, but to late. She collapsed beside him, quickly, he tore the rope away from her neck. Turning her over Erik moaned. It was Meg Giry, Mme Girys daughter. Daughter of the only person who had ever helped him.
His eyes widened as he saw the bleeding wounds on the side of her face, her cut lip. His attention drawn to a badly swollen wrist. Looking over he saw the once open gate had been closed. tears threatened to spill.
He had been wrong, she had not come to stare at the beast. She had been cast into his hell without choice, beaten and thrown away. A strangled noise left his throat as he remembered the words he whispered in her ear. how she had franticly shook her head, trying to tell him. But he didn't listen.
he checked her pulse, and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. She was alive! barely, a slow heart beat thudding weakly, but it was a heart beat none the less. Picking her up Erik made his way to a spare bed in a diffrent room. He placed her on it.
Then he went about bandaging her wounds.