Okay, well, its winding down... Still thinking of killing off Meg. Maybe she might be saved if I had more reviews...
Dangles Meg over boiling cauldren
Well, well, well, how to do it...
On with the show!
Erik kept a tight, bruising grip on Christine's wrist, dragging the girl through the maze. He looked back at her terrified face, her eyes pooling in tears. He could hear the mob above, gathering weapons and courage as the Opera filled with heat and flames.
As if scoffing at the blaze, he remained cool. Cold and distance, snarling, savage, scathing remarks as he jerked Christine into the boat. He was immune to her tears, immune to the soft whimper. Mocking her in his mind for such softness. When they reached the other side, he pulled her out, uncaring of the bruises on her luminescent skin, actually dragging her practically by the hair to the gown.
"Get dressed." He hissed, then, bowing mockingly. "Our wedding night is at hand."
MEG
It was burning. Her entire life, her entire childhood. All those memories, becoming nothing more than ash. Her career, her life, her livelihood. Crimson curtains crumbled, fire licked at the blind statues, charring them black. A large group of people stood out side, watching it burn. An even larger helped to try and douse the flames. Still another lugged props, scenes and costumes out.
Meg gave a dry laugh. At least someone was trying to save some of it.
Tossing the golden curls over her shoulder, she spotted her mother.
"Where did He take her?' Raoul snarled, grasping her mother's upper arm. Giving her darling daughter a pitying glance, Madam Giry pulled him along.
"Come with me, Monsuier. But remember, keep your hand at the level of your eyes." She gasped out, coughing from the smoke.
"I'll come with you!" Meg said suddenly, but Madam Giry pushed her back.
"No, Nutmeg. You must stay here!"
"NO!" Meg cried out futily, but her mother and that Damned Viscomte had dissappeared Yes, she is starting to think like the Phantom She stopped a large group of very dangerous looking men from following, instead directing them to dousing the fire. Meg looked around, but everywhere she went, people followed, as if she were and goddamned shepardess!