AN: This Meg is based off the book and the musical. Very short chapter I know, next chapter we will see Erik and Christine again. I hope you like it !
Is It The Opera Ghost ?
Meg Giry sat in Sorelli's dressing room, her and the ballet rats listening with great rapture to Jammes. Her raven black hair ran straight down her back as her dark , large eyes looked with fright at Jammes description. Mangled lips, parchment skin and eyes that burned. The ballet rats all had different appearances of the opera ghost is their heads. He had always haunted their nightmares. When anything went astray or missing in the opera, the ghost was to be blamed. Last they had knew, Christine was abducted again by the Opera Ghost.
"That is who took Christine, " the young Meg asked the vicomte, whom sat properly in a chair next to his brother. Phillipe de Chagny looked at his brother with disgust, how could these ballet girls talk to a vicomte so calmly ? Raoul noticed his brother's stare and glared at him. First he did not want him to be married to his Christine and now this !
"Yes, that is, " Raoul de Chagny said looking at his brother for a while . Phillipe's nose was turned up right as if the thought of the ballerinas disgusted him. Raoul knew his brother was pompous and greedy, yet he never realized how rude his dear Phillipe really was. Raoul, looked down at Meg with utmost respect for she was his only chance to find his dear Christine. He hoped to find Christine soon, who knew what happens down in the cellars ? They were damp and dirty and no place for his future wife. She deserved warm beds and silk, not cold, hard grounds. A tear fell from his eye as he imagined his Christine rotting away in the cellar of the opera.
"Maman, talks to him ! She says she hears his voice in a Box Five, " Meg said eagerly. She stood on her pointe shoes and grabbed his smooth hand. " I shall take you to her , then we can find our Christine."
Meg Giry glided through the corridors , flitting on her way to her Maman. She talked to Raoul in fast French, her voice rambling fast. Raoul de Chagny could not make out a word the young ballerina was saying, so he blocked her out, his only thoughts of his poor Christine in that monster's grasp. They were to leave tonight,together. He would have taken his Christine anywhere in the world. If only to help her escape her fears and worries. Now she was in a madman's care and could be anywhere without him.
Raoul groaned as he thought of her lying dead somewhere. Her pale , tiny body in a coffin as he kneeled above it sobbing. He thought of her in a wedding dress, beaming at him as she walked down the aisle. He thought of their child, a happy little blonde child with curls and red cheeks. He thought of their home, a nice little cottage by the sea. He thought of his Christine , laughing by the seaside and singing to their child. Raoul thought of the first time he saw her again, her performance of Faust, her pale body scared and shaking as she sang those haunting lines. She seemed to be singing to a higher power, someone Raoul did not know of. It was almost as if she was in a trance that forsaken night.
" My spirit longs with thee to rest ! "