ALW film based

Sorry this chapter is quite short; I will try to make the others longer.

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Chapter 1: My prisoner, you will be

Meg sat on the side of the dusty road, exhausted from walking for days, the wind stung her tear-filled eyes, how had it come to this? She was alone, left with no family or friends, if people hadn't been killed in the opera house fire, than they would have died from smoke inhalation.

Her mother was dead, her best friend, Christine Daae had died along with Raoul. Thinking of all this made her sob even harder, it was all down to one person, the supposed Opera Ghost! He was the reason she had to suffer, it had been weeks since the fire, and Meg was still on the streets. Well not anymore, because she was going to track down this murderer! And kill him at the first chance she had!

Meg made her way up the theatre steps that had been blackened with smoke; she glanced around once she was in the foyer to see the burnt statues and the shambled chandelier. She stepped into Christine's dressing room, which was ruined and a sad sight to see. The mirror was already partially opened, so Meg squeezed through and made her way to the lair…

When she reached the waters edge she stepped into the gondola and rowed herself the shore, thinking she was going to collapse from the tiredness she felt, she fainted, hurting her leg.

The next day she awoke in a large double bed covered in red velvet sheets, the room was painted a dark red, black and cream chest of drawers, black drapes hung around the room and around her bed. Her first reaction was 'where am I? Who brought me in here?' Then she recalled who lived there, the phantom. With that thought, Erik entered the room with a glass of water, he opened his mouth to speak 'Ah, you're awake.' He said.

'You!' Meg dragged herself out of her bed but fell to the ground, thanks to her hurt leg. Erik bent down to pick her up and sat her on the bed.

'So Meg, tell me, why did you come here?' Erik raised an eyebrow.

How did he know her name? She thought, but decided to carry on with the argument.

'To find you!' Meg snapped. 'Have you any idea what suffering you have caused me? You practically killed my mother.'

'What?' Erik asked taken back. 'Madame Giry is…dead?'

'Yes, she is…' Meg eyes started filling with tears.

'No! Not Antoinette! What have I done?'

'What? You knew my mother?' Meg didn't know about the past of Madame Giry and Erik.

'Yes, She practically a second mother to me…' A tear ran down Erik's face.

That night Meg awoke from a restless sleep, so she got up out of her bed, walked towards the door and turned to door knob to find that the it was locked, Meg panicked and started hitting the big mahogany door, she stepped back attempting to run at the door and hit it open, only when she thought she had hit the door she ran into the arms of Erik, he heard her struggling to get out and opened the door. 'Why hello meg.' Erik smirked. Meg pushed him away from her and stepped back, 'Why did you lock me in here?' Meg demanded.

'Well, if you are to be my prisoner…' he started, when Meg interrupted.

'I'm your what…?' she said, almost whispering.

'You are my prisoner, little Giry' he said almost smiling,

'No! I can't be! You can't keep me here! You can't!' she said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

'Dinner will be ready in an hour.' Erik said calmly, shutting and locking the door.

Meg cried profusely, ran and flung herself on the bed.

Meg sobbed for a whole hour, until dinner was ready. Erik opened the door, to find meg lying on the bed, her head buried in a pillow.

'Meg, dinner is ready…' he said holding the door open, Meg rose off the bed and stomped past Erik to the large dining table, where there was a full Sunday dinner prepared. Meg sat down, but down, but didn't eat. Erik also sat down, but started to eat, 'Meg, why do you sit there and not eat?' He asked impatiently.

'I've lost my appetite.' She said in a whisper lowering her blood-shot eyes,

'Surely you must be hungry, weeks on the streets, with a proper meal? Or are you just trying to maintain that figure of yours?' Erik asked.

'As I said, I've lost my appetite.' She got up and walked back to the bedroom, and slammed the door.

Please, please R+R, this is my first fanfic.

Whispering-Voices

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