Ok, sorry for not updating in a little while. Happy Thanksgiving 8D!
Now then, I do believe that I did not disclaim in the first chapter, so here it goes…you know what, Erik can do it!
Erik: *sigh* Yauksiei does not own me, nor does she own The Phantom of the Opera and…yeah. Is that it?
-_- you know what you're missing.
Erik: *sigh again* and she doesn't own my hotness. There.
^.^ enjoy everyone!
Meg woke up to find a grey rocky ceiling. She tried to sit up, but her muscles whined in protest, and she stayed down.
"Meg? Are you awake?"
The deep rich voice from earlier came from beside her. Meg looked to see the man in black hovering over her. He looked concerned.
Have I met him before? She thought. There was something about this man…he was the same one that had given her the lover's embrace. Maybe…?
No, impossible, she thought, I would have remembered him…
Meanwhile, Erik wondered why Meg was staring at him like she didn't know him. "Meg? Are you alright?" he asked.
"H-how do you know my name?" her voice was hoarse, but Erik could still hear her.
"What do you mean? I've known you for years," Erik grew more concerned. "Do you…do you even know who I am Meg?"
Meg shook her head, "I'm sorry, I don't remember ever meeting you."
Erik's heart broke. She remembered her mother, but not him, her lover.
"Oh…" he kept his composure, "Well then…My name is Erik Destler."
"Erik…Destler…" Meg whispered, "Have we met before?"
Erik stiffened. "…Yes."
"When?"
"I…am a friend of your mother's. I met you when you were younger."
Erik didn't want to overwhelm her with the fact that he was her lover. She would try too hard to remember, and he didn't want to stress her out. He would just have to start over with her, and slowly build their relationship back up.
"No…we met after that."
Erik looked back up, "How do you know?"
"I…I feel as if…we're very close…"
Meg touched the unmasked side of his face, and Erik gently put his hand over hers, unable to help himself. Ever since she left, he cut himself off until Madame Giry finally came down and told him that she had found his precious little Meg. To have her touch him again…he sighed in content.
He realized that his eyes were closed and he had leaned into her hand. Erik's eyes snapped open and he took his hand away. "Sorry."
"No, it's quite alright," Meg reassured, "I'm sorry…I feel something, but I don't remember."
Erik nodded, "It's fine. You should probably rest some more. Are you hungry?"
Meg nodded eagerly, and Erik went away for a moment. He came back with some food, and helped Meg sit up. The blonde ate gratefully. Erik tensed in anger. Those bastards. They could starve him, sure, but not his Meg. It was a good thing she slept so long…
Erik had hid that day's paper. The headlines read:
ENTIRE GYPSY CIRCUS MURDERED
The article explained that the gypsies were either poisoned, stabbed, or choked to death. No finger prints were left on anything, so no one could figure out the killer. It also explained that the keeper of Meg's cage was chopped into little pieces, and there was sign of a struggle obviously. The eyes of the man were gouged out of their sockets, and were found in a sick tiger's stomach. And finally, there were whip marks on the piece that was the man's back.
Erik smirked at the pictures. He had done it all, and he didn't regret a single life that was taken. It was their fault Meg didn't remember him, their fault that she was so thin and abused.
And he knew who was responsible for giving her to them.
Christine, he growled internally, you're next.
Ok, that's it! Review please! I'm sorry that it's short, but whatever. Happy Thanksgiving! ^.^
