THis is a story written by Phantom's-only-Christine and Easley GIrl. Every odd chapter is written by Phantom's-only-Christine and every even chapter is written by Easley Girl.
THis phic is Meg/Erik and Erik/Christine. You'll get it later on in the story.
She tried to hold the mob off as long as possible. But, what could she do? She was just a lonely ballerina. The mob pushed through her and ran down to the catacombs. She had to stop them.
Meg sprinted down the stairs and grime filled hallways. She could hear everything that happened between Erik, Christine, and Raoul. Right now she couldn't help but think of how bitchy Christine was. She led Erik to believe that she would love him. And then she goes and stabs him in the back by hooking up with Raoul. Meg even lied when she said Raoul was hansom. Somebody would have to either be blind or flat out stupid to think he's hot! He looks like a damn FOP!
The voices were getting louder as the rats guide her down under the earth. She knew she had to get there before anything bad happened. Just as she was nearing the lair, the mob was impossibly loud.
"Track down this murderer! He must be found!" Their voices melded together to create a sense of fear and anger. They were closer than Meg had expected. She would be too late.
What broke her at that one instant was the sound of a man, crying? A man calling out to the woman he loved, the women who broke his heart. She just knew it was Erik. Even when shaking with tears and anger, his was the only voice who could capture her so.
Just as she reached the opening to the lair, Erik had left. She moved onward, into his room. The mob would be here any second now but she just had to make sure he made it out of the catacombs alive. Even though she seemed an impish, naïve girl, she had fallen for the phantom long ago. She didn't listen to the scary stories the girls told, nor the fantasies. Meg only had ears for her mother's tales about a great musical genius.
And now as she sits down by his music box, she can feel the sadness radiating from the small object. It was almost as if she had completely reversed roles with Erik. She silently cried as she retrieved his mask. He would have never left his mask; that was the only thing that could keep him sane in this vast universe.
Meg clung to the white half mask for dear life as she broken heartedly walked out of the room. She entered the main chamber when the mob broke through the grate. She held the mask high into the air for all to see.
"Here me now! The Phantom of the opera is dead! This is the only thing that is left of him! He is gone forevermore!" All eyes had watched her. Never in their whole lives could they have imagined little Meg doing something like that.
Most of the men and women in the mob grumbled about how much they wanted to see bloodshed. But all in all they were neutral. As long as the Phantom was gone once and for all, the Paris opera house could live in peace.
Written by Phantom's-only-Christine.
They left the lair alone: not even caring to ransack the place. They were just too disappointed. As they waded out of the lair, in the lake, Meg came back to Erik's room. She sat on his bed and thought about everything he would've had to go through.
"I'm sorry Erik. Nobody should ever be alone." She quietly whispered.
"Unfortunately, you are correct my dear." Meg sat stock still. That voice could only belong to the reclusive Phantom. So he didn't die. On the inside Meg was squealing and doing a happy dance, but on the outside the kept her composure.
The next thing she knew, Erik was behind her and had grabbed her. Her arms were pined to her sides and though she struggled, Erik had a firm hold on her. She knew it was pointless to scream, as the mob had moved on already, and nobody would be close enough to rescue her; let alone hear her.
Erik then place a cloth over her mouth and nose: chloroform. Meg knew she couldn't inhale that stuff, so in turn she struggled even more.
"So squirming and I promise you that it won't hurt." He used his smooth, velvety voice to dull her senses and hypnotise her, even if only for a second. A second was more than enough to get Meg to succumb to the substance.
Within no time, everything in Meg's vision began to swim and just before she finally gave in, Erik turned to make her look at him. The last thing she seen was his eyes; his hauntingly gorgeous eyes.
This was written by Phantom's-only-Christine.