A Message from the Authoress: Happy Halloween, my darlings!
As of tonight, this story is officially one year old!
Wow, who would have thought the time would pass so quickly?
Anyway, my original beta, PeachMuffin, appears to have abandoned me, but thankfully I've managed to find two new betas!
Here's a shout out to Not A Ghost3 and Angel of Mystery-145!
(hauls in two life-sized Erik plushies, one is Leroux-based while the other is based off of the 2004 movie)
Here you go, ladies!
Now, back to the story...

Chapter Eleven: Meg

Meanwhile, Meg and Madame Giry were having a rather emotional reunion.
"Marguerite?" the older woman questioned, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Fighting back tears of her own, Meg couldn't do more than nod.
"Oui, Maman," she sniffled, her voice shaky and hoarse.

"Where have you been?" the auburn-haired woman demanded furiously.
"You disappeared without a single word not even two weeks after Christine's death, you foolish girl!
Did you even think of what your actions would do to your poor Maman?"

Meg cringed.
"Mother, please, I had to -"

But she was cut off.
"You could have at least left a note!" Madame Giry railed.
"135 years, Meg! 135 years of not knowing if you were alive and safe, or if you had been brutally murdered and your body dumped in Lake Pontchartrain!"

"I'm sorry!" Meg burst out furiously.
"But you were here too, you know what it was like after Christine died - all dark and gloomy - I just needed to get away!"
"But for 135 years?" Madame Giry challenged disbelievingly.

"Mother, please, can't we talk about this later?" Meg pleaded desperately.
The auburn-haired woman gave her daughter a piercing stare.
"Very well," she acquiesced reluctantly.
"But we will be discussing this, understood?"
Meg nodded.
"Yes, Mother."

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