A/N: Look a new chapter! And its only been a few days!!!! Yay!
Oh! And thanks to the person who explained all that ballet stuff! I'm actually to try and throw in some terms I've learned from my little sister who knows some Ballet from color guard ;)
Summery: She was the one who lost it all, her respectable living, her mother, her best friend, and the man she loved, fallen from grace into a lifestyle of ill repute, the only way to survive. She longed only for comfort of the one she loved, the one who loved another woman or death. Living a life of desperation and despair Meg Giry thought redemption would never come……
Disclaimer: You know the deal, I only own this story, but none of the characters (yet) Don't sue me, I seriously have nothing.
Chapter Five: The Roof Top
Meg stood nervously smoothing her the satin skirt of her blue dress. It was the prettiest dress she had, and fro some reason she wanted to look her best for Erik. Maybe it would help her to not be so afraid.
The minute he stood in front of her, his commanding presence shattered al Meg's hopes of bravery.
"You're early," he stated.
Meg nodded mutely in reply, overpowered once more. She knew that she was completely under his spell now.
"Very well. Congratulations on your audition. You were wonderful. That arabesques was beautiful and your lines were perfect."
Meg smiled, basking in the warmth of his praise.
"Naturally we will continue the lessons, and you will continue to provide me with information."
Meg nodded silently.
"Well Megan Lynette, do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"Thank you, sir, for teaching me."
"Its nothing Megan, I had nothing better to do with my time, and you have proven yourself to be a valuable asset to me." She could tell by his tone that he meant it.
Meg hung her head to hide the tears that were forming in her eyes.
"Oh," she whispered.
"What is it now child? You have the lead dance in the next gala, Christine will sing. Everything is going well. What more could you want? To be an Empress?"
Though the words were said with sarcasm, they suddenly made Meg think. Who was it that told her mother she would be an Empress?
"It was you wasn't it?"
"What on earth are you talking about, Megan?" Erik sound exasperated.
"It was you. You're the one who told Maman that I was going to become an empress someday."
Erik smiled a mysterious half-smile.
"I suppose I did," he said, half to himself.
"How could you?" Meg hissed. "How dare you? You lied to me and to my mother! And to what end? What purpose did it serve?"
"Well it got your mother on my side didn't it?"
"Yes I suppose it did. Is that all people are to you? Pawns to moved around at your will? Is all you do play games with people's lives?" Meg regretted the angry words the moment they left her lips. The regret was instant. Now she had invoked his wrath.
Erik covered the distance between them in two long strides. He grabbed both her wrists in a strong, bruising grip. Meg cried out in pain.
"Listen to me you simple, foolish, little girl!" Erik's voice was harsh, his breathing ragged with his anger. "You do not question me or my motives! I am your master, and you obey me! You should be grateful that I saved your pathetic career and gave you a future as a dancer, not questioning events nine years past!" He released her with a shove and watched coldly as she fell to the ground. "We will continue your lessons tomorrow, promptly at midnight. Miss it at your own peril," he said coldly, before he turned with a flourish of his cloak and disappeared.
Meg lay on the ground sobbing for quite sometime, before she was finally able to gain control of herself and drag herself back to the room she shared with Christine. She got changed and climbed into bed as silently as she could, trying not to the sleeping girl in the other bed. She sobbed quietly to her self, cursing her foolishness. She was traveling dangerous ground with Erik, and she'd treated it as a game. Blindly and naively trusting him had only gotten her hurt, and now she was trapped.
A strangled sob escaped her throat, and Christine stirred.
"Meg?" she said groggily.
"Yes Christine, its me," Meg said with as much control as she could muster.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"But I heard you crying…"
"I said it was nothing Christine!" Meg snapped. "Now just leave me alone!"
Christine fell silent and didn't say another word as Meg quietly cried herself to sleep.
