My first englisch fic and also my first for phantom of the opera. Please don't be to strict if you write me a review :) ...
Into the light
Prologue
She took the white mask into her hands and looked around the lair. The light was dim and many things were destroyed, but she could feel his presence, like he was there, somewhere hiding in the shadows. Maybe he was, but it was more realistic that he put the opera behind and went away. She climbed behind the shattered mirrors and saw a light motion in the dark. Was that him? Or had it just been a rat or perhaps even a cat? "Monsieur?" She approached the shadow, but then something was holding her back and she didn't go further. "I must've dreamed." She thought and walked back into the first room. The organ was smashed, but perhaps someone could repair it. She would ask her mother about it. Little Meg Giry looked around and found a red rose on the ground. It was the rose Christine had worn in the hair during "Don Juan Triumphant". Meg took the rose in her free hand and looked at it. "Christine" she thought and let out a little sob. Where was her friend? When Meg came down with the Mob Christine and Raoul were nowhere to be seen. Were they dead or had they just vanished? "Christine" she whispered.
"Don't say her name!" she heard a harsh voice calling out to her. "Just don't speakher name!" the voice ordered and now Meg saw a figure coming out of the shadows.
"Monsieur?" He stood there, tall and dark. His head was in the shadows, so she couldn't see his face or the disfigurement.
"Give me my mask!" His voice was dark like the clothes he wore.
She threw the mask into the air and he caught it easily. "Thanks." He grumbled and put it on his unhealthy face.
"Monsieur may I ask a question?"
"If you please" He walked forward and now she could see him fully. He was tall and seemed really handsome. Black hair and wonderful blue eyes, which seemed a little red, as if he had been crying. "First you shall tell me your name." he barked.
"Meg. I am Meg Giry!"
"Ah yes. Little Meg." Now he noticed the similarities between mother and daughter. Both had blonde hair and were slim. He knew that Madame Giry would walk gracefully if she could. But after that accident that she had had a few years ago. He could remember seeing her dance on stage. She was a graceful dancer, the best. With sixteen she was the new prima ballerina of the Opera Populaire and it was said that she was the best. But then at the age of eighteen she had met Monsieur Victor Giry. He had been four years older than her, but the two of them fell in love and only three months later the two of them married. Erik had met Victor and the two of them made friends quickly, for Victor was a kind man. One year later Marie Giry gave birth to her first and only daughter: Megan. Erik had seen the little baby a few times and Madame Giry had let him hold her once. He had been enchanted by the little creature in his arms. How old had he been then? He must've been sixteen or so. Erik had seen how happy Marie had been. After the birth of her child she had been as slim as before and she had also been able to dance again, but then … yeah then destiny knocked onto the Girys door. First Victor died after suffering pneumonia and Marie had this horrible accident on the stairs of the opera house. She was just twenty-one years when the doctor told her, that she could never dance again. Since then Marie Giry had been the dance instructor at the opera and had laid all her hope for dancing on her daughter. And now little Giry was standing in front of him and she seemed to not fear him even the slightest bit.
"I am not little anymore." She protested and lifted her hands up to her waists.
"No, you aren't. But you're little behind your Mother."
"Excuse me?" Unbelievingly she stared at him. She couldn't really understand what he had meant.
"You are sixteen, right? Your mother was prima ballerina at that age. I told you, you're little late." He chuckled a little as he saw her glare at him.
"You're insulting me?" She grew tired of it. She came down to look for him, to look if he needed some help, but now … she wasn't sure.
"You wanted to ask a question Little Giry?"
"Yes. But now I think it's better for me to go up. Maman's probably looking for me."
"No. Your mother's standing right behind you. Good evening Marie!" Erik bowed and laughed at Meg's expression.
"Erik! How are you?" Madame Giry seemed a little out of air as she now stood beside her daughter.
"I am than thanks. But I have to repair all these things. The Mob was very destructive, thanks to your daughter who led them down."
"I didn't lead them down here. I haven't. It's not my fault that they have followed me. I just wanted to help you!"
"Help me? Little Giry you want to help a monster?"
"You are no monster Erik!" Madame Giry interfered, but Erik hushed her by saying "Let her speak for herself!"
Meg threw the red rose away and lifted her chin. "You're human like everyone else."
"What will you do now? Now that the opera is destroyed?"
"What should I do? I'll live down here."
"You'll be lonely."
"Little Meg I was lonely all my live."
Suddenly the three persons heard voices. "There's someone coming. You have to go." Erik kissed Madame Girys hand.
"What will you do?" Meg wanted to know.
"I will hide in the dark, like always" he told her and vanished into the shadows.