Meg woke.

That surprised her more than anything, she had been certain she would die. Reaching a hand up, her hands widened as she felt the bandages. Who had done this? the last thing she remembered was the Phantom.

A slow smile spread across her face, so he wasn't that bad after all. Meg had always known it, no one with such a musical soul could be completely evil. At least in her mind, getting up slowly she made her way to the door.

Soft music filled her ears, she looked around till she spoted him. His fingers playing effortlessly across the Keys, the white mask glowing mysteryously. Meg stepped forward slightly, but didn't speak, she knew he was aware of her presense.

"you're awake".

He stated, not turning to face her, she nodded, then blushed realizing he couldn't see the action. "yes", Meg said softly, Erik noticed how delicate her voice was, matching perfectly with her looks.

"You bandaged my head", Meg stated, moving closer to him. Erik was surprised she was even calmly talking to him, their last enconter he had strangled her, you would think she would be worried.

Erik turned to face her, and for the first time Meg saw the Phantom closely, he wore his mask. But still. The undeformed side of his face was incedibly handsome, with perfect lips, stunning blue eyes and a creamy skin tone. His thick, dark hair made Megs hands itch to run her fingers though it.

"Thats noramlly what you do with a wound, yes", he stated, a small smile on his perfect lips. Meg felt a tingle go through her body, she smiled hesitantly back. Then sat in a chair close by, not wanting to intrude on his space.

"Thank you", Meg said sweetly, tilting her head to one side. "It may have been nessesary, but it was an act of kindness none the less". Erik stared at her, was the girl crazy? or just naturally made of sunlight and rainbows, did she always skip around happy. She radiated innocence.

"yes, well...", Erik scratched the back of his head, it appeared he had nothing to say.

Meg giggled, and found herself looking at a blushing, adorable Phantom. She was most likely the only person on the planet who could say that. But he was...cute. Erik did kinda have a seductive aura around him, Meg had felt it around the Opera House before.

"How do you know my name?" Erik finally asked, staring up at her. Meg blushed, ducking her head and looking away. "My mother told me", She said easily, though Erik could see she was holding back on something. Meg wasn't ready to admit that just yet.

"It seems we shall be sharing hell for sometime". Erik broke the silence.

Meg looked at him strangely, not understanding what he ment, Erik's eyes clouded over angrily. "It would appear they have closen off all my passage ways, somehow. We can't get out untill i can clear one, it may take a few weeks".

He looked worriedly at Meg, expecting her to start panicking at the idea of spending weeks here. "Oh", She said quitely, running a small hand through her long golden hair. "Well, at least we're sharing hell", she giggled, "I'd be much more worried if I were down here alone". Erik smiled slightly.

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Mme Giry paced across the living room floor, back frighteningly straight. Her eyes were wide, cheeks tear stained and hair had left its always perfect braid, to end in messy waves around her face. She was close to screaming in frustration.

Her baby was gone.

Yes, its true Meg was sixteen now, she wasn't a baby. But she was her baby, and it would always stay that way. No matter what the police said, she couldn't bring herself to believe Meg is dead, untill she saw Megs body she wouldn't believe it.

She had told Meg to stay! to stay away from danger, away from the fire, away from the Phantom! Mme Girys heart clenched at the meer idea of her daughter being subjected to any of those horrors.

In suddon hast, she swung on her cloak, making her way outside. Walking with a purpuse, she strode to the Opera House. Madame Giry stared at the charred ruins, the burning wood. This fire could not have taken her daughter.

Mme Giry started to walk through the remains, some walls still stood. But the stage was in utter ruins, her home was dystroyed, because Mme Girys life had always been the stage. She sighedspinning around to see all the damages more clearly.

"Were is my Meg?"

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"Are you hungry?"

His cool, melodious voice startled Meg out of her thoughts, she nodded slightly, her cheeks tinging light pink. he dissapeared, and swiftly reapeard with food on a tray, as if by magic. She marveled at how graceful he was, she had never met any men that could move like that. He must be a tremendus dancer.

"Thank you", She whispered as she excepted the food, he just nodded before turning to his organ once again. He was always at that thing, writing, or playing. Meg couldn't complain, because everytime his fingers touched the instrument, beautiful melodies filled the air.

Glancing at the tray, her heart lifted at the sight of cheese. She took a bit, feeling much better after not eating for such a while. Then, she contented herself by gazing at Erik. Not that she was gazing, simply looking.

Yet, Meg could not help but notice certain things about the man. Like his broad shoulders, or graceful steps. Like his slim, dancing fingers and cupid bow lips. The visable half of his face was very handsome, his eyes an intense blue. Thick, jet black hair. A strong brow, a shy smile.

But this was just simply looking. Meg Giry couldn't poissibly be gazing at the infamous Phantom of the Opera.could I? stealing a glance at him again, she caught him with his eyes closed, a look of extacy on his face, so taken by the music. Meg felt her blood heat up.

She was defianatly gazing now.

Meg had never seen someone look so passionate before, his fingers practicly danced across the keys. His head moved slightly to the music, as if he could feel it. His face took on each emotion as the music changed, matching it perfectly. He was the music.

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He is strangely apealing

We share a love of music, of course I would find him apealing.

You're attracted to him.

How can you be attracted to a man when you can only see half his face?

mmm, look at those broad shoulders

terrifing mask

slim waist line

Mocking smirk

Talented fingers

Murdurous mind

face it, he's gorgeous.

fine he may hold....some attractive qualitys, that dosen't mean I want to crawl into bed with him!

I said nothing about sleeping with him, but now that you said it.....

NO!

I now you want to see whats under that shockignly seductive poets shirt.

I'm sixteen, what is he....much, much older

more experiance.

...

he's staring at you.

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Meg finally realized that those intense green eyes were looking at her. Most likely wondering why her face was slowly turning a vibrant red, or about the distant look in her eyes. There eyes met.

Electric bolts crashed through them, searing through Megs body. She felt, like someone else as this surreal attraction washed over her. She had always been, innocent Meg, little Meg, cute Meg. She had never had thoughts like she did now. Even her body was reacting.

Luckily, Meg wasn't aware Erik was having the same problem.