XD Here is another chapter.

Hope you enjoy

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Erik paced back and forth, as he had been doing for the past day. He couldn't eat, sleep or think clearly. Erik felt confused with all these new emotions. He had never felt so volnuable before.

Growing up watching other people, Erik always considered himself having a firm grasp on human emotions. He thought he understood love, hurt, betrayl and all the other confusing things rushing through him. Now he discovered he hadn't understood them at all.

Meg had left, before Erik had time to return her feelings. Not that he had any idea what to say. Truthfully Erik was still in shock from everything Meg had said, but he wanted to believe it with all his being. Because he had fallen in love with her as well.

"If you keep pacing like that your going to put a hole in the wall". Came an amused voice. Erik swung around to see a tall man, dark hair pulled back into a ponytale. The mans expression was amused as he leaned against one of Eriks covered mirrors.

"Who the hell are you?" Erik growled, showing no emotion on his face. Deep inside he was slightly impressed with how the man got in so quitely. The man smiled widely, showing a set of gleaming white teeth. Almost to perfect, no one had prefect teeth.

"You can call me Tom, if you wish, or any other name that suits you". He said, his eyes dancing. This boy was obviously having far to much fun and this infuriated Erik. Rushing forward he lifted the boy by his collor, pushing him against the wall.

"Why the hell are you here", Erik demanded, his voice deadly calm, his eyes burning with anger. Tom blinked a few times, then gave a small smile. He hadn't moved his hands from his pockets and just calmly hung a few inches from the ground.

Tom chuckled quietly. "So this is the terrifing Phantom of the Opera, you look alot more like a man to me". As Eriks grip started to tighten Tom quickly rushed to his actual reason of being here.

"I have information for you, and I want to help you out".

Slowly Erik released tom, for some strange feeling he felt as if he could trust him. Erik didn't get that feeling alot. He watched amused as Tom adjusted his collor and smoothed his shirt, trying to regain some dignity.

"Speak'. He commanded.

Tom grined then forced his face into a more serious, buisness like voice. Giving the Phantom an even stare. "It would appear your precious little blonde has been auctioned off to the hightest bidder". Tom said casually.

When a silence streached between either men Tom sighed and decided to try again. "Megs been forced into an engagement with one of the ugly old farts that runs the theatre and her weddings tomorrow". He said simply.

Eriks world stoped.

Meg.

Meg getting married.

The words didn't make sense, Erik decided. That sentence should even be in human language unless its connected with. Megs getting Married to me. Eriks mind started flashing in a wirlwind, till he relized he had the Tom guy pinned against the wall. Quickly letting him go, Erik looked away so Tom wouldn't see his embaressment.

"You've still got time, you can stop the wedding". Tom insisted. Erik stoped and looked at him shocked. Tom seemed to find it so imporatant that Erik rush in and save the day. Erik raised an eyebrow.

"Why does it matter to you"

Tom shurgged happily. "I'm a sucker for happy endings, and tend to always stick my nose were it dosn't belong" He admitted shamelessly. Erik felt a strange amount respect for the kid.

"Your not scared of me". Erik stated amused. Truthfully he was alittle happy, that had only happened a few times before. one of which was with Meg. Just thinking of her brought up the anger again.

Tom laughed. "Nope, to me your just a man still living at home in the basement".

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"Just tell me your fricken plan ok?".

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Meg and three of her close friends stood together, all looking at the wedding dress. her three friends were two girls she practised ballet with and ofcourse, Christine. Who had been all to willing to come after she heard the news.

"I can't believe Im going through with this" Meg whispered, Chistine placed a comforting hand on Meg and smiled at her, Meg smiled back. She felt better that all three girls had excepted her plan. Not that they new the details. She hadn't explained why she couldn't Marry the manage.

Besides the fact he was an ugly old man with a funny mustache.

Sighing Meg thought of Erik, as she did every few minutes. What would he say when she came back, would he actually be willing to go along with he plan. Meg knew she was asking alot of him. Asking for more then he would ask of her. She had too.

Meg thought everything through quickly, making sure every detail of her plan was complete. No one was to know the truth, not even her mother. Or at least not yet. Even though the idea pained Meg.

Finally little Meg Giry smiled up at her friends. Her grey eyes lighting up in that special way. "Everything should go perfectly, as long as nothing happens to screw it up". Yet deep in the pit of her stumache, Meg felt as if something may go wrong.

Please Erik, don't do anything stupid or drastic.

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Yeesh!!!!! try as I might, this chapter still ended up to short

I think this story has about one or two chapters left, maybe three at the most.

I'm so proud! well........R&R please. XD