Chapter One: Unexpected Journey
Meg was determined to find Christine. Her disappearance from the stage with the Phantom frightened her. That man was capable of anything, especially if his temper broke loose. Maman told her enough stories to know what he can do. The mob was right behind her and if she wanted to get there before them she would have to hurry. She entered his lair and saw something that she didn't expect. It was nothing like she had imagined. There were candles around the lair that made everything that their light touched have a unique glow to the objects surface. When she got closer she saw a miniature stage with figures one it that were very familiar. In the middle of the room there sat a beautiful wooden organ with papers scattered all over its top. She examined the papers and noticed that it was music written in blood red ink. A large packet of papers caught my eye. She went through the packet and noticed that this too was sheet music written in the exact blood red ink. The cover of this packet was labeled Don Juan Triumphant. It occurred to her that he must have written all of this music and this packet was so large that it must have taken years to write.
The approaching mob broke her out of her thoughts. They were getting closer by the amount of noise she heard. She had to hurry. She ran into a different room that had a large swan bed and furniture that were out dated. She saw a glint in the back of the room. She ran over to it and saw that it was the Phantoms mask and held it in her hands. It was still warm so he hadn't disappeared to long ago. The mob was in the lair now. If they found the Phantom they would surly kill him. For some reason she couldn't stand the thought of him being killed even though he was a murderer himself. She had to find him before they did. She ran back into the main room and saw the mob trashing the room and taking anything that looked of value. She examined the room more closely. She noticed the shattered mirrors. Her reflection was disorientated when she went up to it and looked at herself. There was glass all over the ground near the mirrors. There was also glass beneath a mirror that was covered by a silk blanket. She drew back the blanket and revealed a passageway into a dark corridor. With all the courage she had she stuffed the mask into her pants, grabbed a candle, and went down the passageway making sure no one saw her, and pulled the blanket back over the shattered mirror.
She walked for what seemed like hours with no sign of the Phantom or Christine. 'Why am I doing this?' she thought. 'I don't know why I'm being so stubborn. Christine and Raoul and the Phantom is probably long gone by now. I should just turn back and leave before the others start to worry.' I walked a few more feet and was about to turn around when I heard something in the dark stir. I stopped and listened to hear the sound again.
"W-Who's there?" Silence was the only response she got. 'I feel foolish. It's probably just a big rat.' She started heading back the way she came and then she heard the sound again. It was closer this time though. It sounded as if it was right behind her. She then remembered her mothers' advice.
'Keep your hands at the level of your eyes.'
She raised her hand but was too late. A rope was placed around her neck before she knew what was happening. She dropped the candle and clawed at the rope trying to get it off but every time she tried the rope was only pulled tighter, causing her to gasp for air. She felt the breath of her assailant on her neck. His words were spoken with venom and such malice, "Your fate is sealed."