The Giry girl stepped through the scattered papers. Spying a mask, she picked it up and studied it. The Phantom's mask! she exclaimed inwardly. The infamous Opera Ghost's mask was lying right in her hand, gleaming white in all its majesty. Her heart pounded... she was in love, she decided.

Closing her eyes, she tried to control her heartbeat. When her trying failed, she decided it was unnecessary anyway, and looked around the lair. Smashed mirrors, probably just broken a short while before, indicated that the Phantom had left through one. Meg lifted the curtain over one to find a dark tunnel, much like the one she had found behind Christine's dressing room mirror.

Sucking in a breath, she walked through the dark walls. Her footsteps echoed throughout the place, and she secretly hoped the Phantom would here and spirit her away like he had with Christine. Lifting her gaze, she noticed the ceiling was arched slightly, meaning the builder was an experienced architect (or contractor) with excellent taste. Her heart throbbed with the exercise it was getting... the architect probably was the Phantom.

Christine had spoken of an Angel of Music, a voice so beautiful that it could make others' voices beautiful as well. Had the Phantom posed as this Angel?

Christine, you had your chance. He's mine now, Meg thought, wishing her "friend" could hear it. You wasted your chance. My turn.

Meg stumbled around in the darkness. Turning around, she saw two yellow eyes in the distance. She started walking towards them, then broke into a run. The eyes widened, and suddenly the ballet girl remembered something – the Phantom's eyes were green. At least, they were green when he was singing to his love on the stage. Why weren't they green?

She skidded to a halt directly in front of the Phantom. His horrifying face looked worse than she remembered. I thought it was just half his face! she disgustedly thought.

The Phantom's face was that of a corpse – sunken eyes, misshapen lips, four strands of hair, high cheekbones, thin flesh. It was disturbing. She looked straight into the endless pits of darkness that the monster before her used instead of eyes. Her eyes widened, and she bent over, throwing up.

Looking up at him once more, she saw a sadness in his eyes, but it quickly changed to anger. The Giry girl took one last look at him and fainted. The monster looked down on her as she fell to the floor, and stepped over her unconscious body to continue on his way. Had it been a man, he would have been dead, Erik reminded himself. I do not kill women or children. The monster continued on his way out of the labyrinth, wishing he had not been sucked into the love he had avoided for so long.


AN: Hmm? What? I have no idea what you're talking about *sarcasm*! Yeah, sorry about not updating Haunted in a bit, or Vivre est Mort. I've just been busy with school and stuff like that.

Okay, so basically, this story is a shout-out to say this; MEG AND ERIK ARE NEVER GOING TO LOVE EACH OTHER! Well, I know that I used Leroux Erik, but that makes it all the more realistic! Plus, I only like working with Leroux and Kay Eriks because Butler Erik is all like "THE WORLD HATES ME!" and then Kay Erik would come in and try snapping his neck, but couldn't because he's limited to ghost abilities.

Butler Erik: THE WORLD HATES ME!

Kay Erik: Curse you.

Leroux Erik: Curse you.

Butler Erik: :(

Kay Erik: Please die. I insist.

Leroux Erik: I would like to show you around my underground house. Perhaps the torture chamber would be the best room to start with.

Me: OMG THERE'S SO MANY ERIK'S EVERYONE PICK AN ERIK AND RUN!

ALL Erik's: e_e

Me: I pick Kay Erik! YAY! *runs away with Erik slung over shoulder* Thank goodness you're skinny!

Leroux Erik: *starts eating as much as he can* Will not... be taken... away... because of... skinnyness...

Butler Erik: THE WORLD HATES ME! - Oh wait, people actually want me... I FEEL SO LOVED!