Just a weird one-shot that I made mostly during math class, after I finished a test.
After the mob had left, Meg stayed behind. She was too entranced by the mask to notice the crowd leaving.
"Meg…" She was scared stiff and wide-eyed. Meg could hear the voice as if it were whispering into her ear. The voices breath seemed to linger on her neck. When she turned around and stood up, in the corner of the room was the figure of the Opera Ghost himself.
"Meg, give me my mask back." His voice, pure and smooth, caressed her ears though his lips didn't move. Meg heard the broken and defeated tone of his voice. Giry took a step forward to bring it to him, but he visibly tensed and drew a step back, closer to the shadows…
"Leave it there!" The Phantom commanded. She silently obeyed, never taking her eyes off of him, and took a few steps back. Offering him a moment to regain his composure, she turned around.
After a spilt second he had his mask on and a dagger to Meg's throat.
"Please Monsieur, don't so this. I was only trying to protect Christine." Phantom had the black-handled dagger pressed against her neck, so that if not taken care of, she would die slowly and painfully of blood loss.
"Because of you and your mother Christine is gone! You little prying Pandora! You little demon! Now, you shall not ever be free!" His arm had snaked its way around her arms and mid section, imprisoning her in his grasp.
"You have but three choices my dear," Phantom sneered, his grip on her making her gasp as the dagger penetrated the slightest amount, into her neck. Meg began crying silent tears, which traveled down her neck and into her cut, stinging her throat.
"And what," Meg gasped, "would those choices be?" Phantom chuckled sinisterly.
"Number one:
You could kill yourself…
Number two:
I can kill you…" He took the dagger from her neck and le lowered his head so his mouth was next to her ear.
"Or since you made sure my bride got away…" His chest had slightly pressed against her back. Meg had tensed as he manically laughed in the back of his throat.
"You could replace her. You would be isolated with only me as your company. You would never be able to dance, or see you mother, and the light of day, ever again!" Meg had been almost as white as an albino.
"Why so white my dear? I will give you but a moment to decide." His hands began wandering across her abdomen and ribcage. Meg's mind had begun racing, as well as her heart.
"What is your decision?" Phantom made her shiver when his breath danced on her skin.
"A life down here is," she hesitated and swallowed, "better than being dead." He sinisterly laughed. What had she gotten herself into?
SO what do you think? If I used a similar plot to your phic/one-shot I never meant to. This just popped into my head and I had nothing to do so I just got out some paper and wrote.
