Hiya peeps! I was thinking about waiting to write to add more suspense but I decided to be nice. (I am really bored) Haven't decided where I am going to end this chapter so if your wondering what this chapter holds….I have little to no clue because there is a lot of changes going on, A lot.

ashanti01- Ok for question one about Raoul and Christine, Raoul had forbid Christine to come near the opera for fear of Erik. So she had never got to see anyone; like all her friends. I shall not tell, but Erik was only a portion of the reason why she returned and Raoul had been dead for a month. Christine wanted the comfort of old friends (Meg). She only wants to know what happened to her Angel of Music. I Don't know if I am explaining this well enough for you but yah….For all the other things I will keep my mouth shut (Don't want to give away the story) Also If you wish for Alexander to be more described I will try it.

Rue Marie- Erik have mood swings? No one could ever guess -.- lol. Yes his moods change very quickly making him a difficult person to understand. I Love him that way though.

Countess Alana- Christine just always seems to come at the wrong time. Then again it is not much of her fault because I made her go there laughs madly I am putting these characters threw a lot of stuff. Then again if I just had Meg and Erik come up and say I love you and it all be hunky-dory there would be no drama.

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Meg smile slowly disappeared when Christine asked about Erik. It had to be Erik who else would she being talking about? How was she supposed to reply? 'He almost died because you broke his heart but I helped him and now he is almost back to normal.' She would say nothing of the sort. Was she to go with what they had said originally, the one that he was dead?

Then her dream popped into her head, Christine worried voice as she told her to stay away from Erik. Christine had told her he was dangerous, Meg knew that. She rubbed her wrist where Erik had grabbed hold of her. It was healed now but the memory was there. She looked up to Christine to find that she was no longer looking at her. Christine face had paled. Meg looked up the stairs to see where she was looking.

Erik stood there his face twisted angrily. Meg felt a twinge of fear go down her spine like cold water. His voice echoed threw the large empty room they where in. Meg could tell that he was furious, she turned to see Alexander. He had stepped in front of the girls. He was acting brave but he was being very foolish.

Meg grabbed Christine and squeezed her hand letting her know that she was here for her. Christine turned her pale face to her and smiled weakly. She turned back and Meg heard her mumble under her breath. 'Please forgive me Raoul.'

Meg waited for something to happen, Alexander then fumbled with something with his jacket. Was the guy a fool? This was no time for a proper greeting let alone fixing his jacket. She saw him the pull out a small knife its handle was finely carved with polished wood. Alexander held it ready; Meg felt fear go threw here.

Alexander had no idea what he was taking on; she felt fear for him knowing that Erik could over power him easily. Then again what if he was a skilled swordsman? Then Erik would be in danger, Meg bit her lower lip worrying for both of them. Yet she worried a bit more for Alexander for Erik was no common man.

Narrowed eyes scan over the four of them. He watched as Alexander moved foreword as in to protect the girls. A Laugh was emitted from his throat, it was cruel and it held his own humor. His laugh slowly drifted away into the empty air. He held still with a smile upon his face as he watched the foolish boy. All Changys must be alike then in their stupidity. He turned to Christine in the silence he heard her murmur something. He spoke again his voice mocked Christine 'Well Madam where is your faithful Raoul'

As he watched her hatred was in his black eyes. Hating her for breaking him, hating her for making him think that she cared back. It all had been a lie; this kiss had been a lie to save Raoul. His mouth was set in a line and it occasionally twitched in his anger. It was all too much for her to return, when he was finally starting to let go. It was all too cruel.

Erik then turned his gaze to Meg who also had look of horror upon her face. He held her gaze for a moment before returning it back to Alexander. Slowly he put his foot foreword and walked down the stairs keeping his gaze on the boy, he watched as the boy tensed ready for a battle. Erik's insane smile again lit upon his face.

A flicker of fear went across the boys face. Erik fed off of it making him pick up his speed a bit. Alexander's head turned back to the girls, was he seeking reinsurance? If he was looking for any all he got was pale faces. He turned back to face Erik as if ready.

Erik made himself stop a few feet away from the nervous boy. He watched the boys face, he would give it away. Alexander would let Erik know when he was to attack. For a moment there was only silence, it was like heavy mist hanging around them.

It was becoming a waiting game now, the boy seem to be thinking of a move. Erik watched his eyes, he smiled again. Alexander gave away his plan with his eyes. So when the boy lunged Erik was ready for it. The boy had used a nice little trick faking to swipe down but move away at the last time to swipe from the left. The trick would never work. Meg screamed something out but it was lost in Erik's concentration.

With lightening reflexes Erik snapped out his hand and grabbed the boy's wrist with the knife. He reached out with his other hand and grabbed his neck. The man froze with shock, Erik could feel it. Erik squeezed his hand tightly until the man cried out and dropped the knife it fell to the floor with a clank. Beneath his tight grip he felt tension then it snapped. There was no noise but Alexander's strangled cry, his wrist was broken. Erik's hand around Alexander's neck tightened as Erik let go of his hand.

The boy made no attempt to flail. He was wise enough to know that it would only cause more pain. Erik lifted him up off the floor a bit, Alexander's face growing pale from the lack of air. With a large push with both hands he sent Alexander skidding across the floor.

The calls of the girls still seemed to echo threw the hallways. Soon many people would be here. He would not stay long. He turned to look at the fallen Meg. He felt something tug at him again but no emotion was shown. He watched her on the floor for a moment before turning to Christine. He noticed that she was dressed in black that explained why Raoul was not here. Why his old competitor was dead. He turned to glare at all three of them before he dipped his head in mock politeness. He took a few steps back, with that he threw down something and red gases shoot up. His voice echoed threw the area again. 'Good night Madams and Monsieur'

Erik landed on his feet with a thud. The door shut above him and darkness cloaked him. Dust swirled around his figure, that door had not been used since the masquerade. He brushed the dust off him and took a few steps foreword. He could hear them fussing over the boy. His face twisted into a snarl, he wanted to dash off but he didn't he stopped and waited for their response.

Meg stared up had him, God why of all days did he decide to come up to the Opera house? Meg bit her lip worried for Christine who looked rather pale. She felt his eyes lock with hers for a moment and she prayed that he would not do anything rash.

What Erik said next was just playing rude, was he so blind to notice that Christine wore all black? The respected color of a widow. Why did he mock her so, if he still lover her so much. Why could he not forget her and go on with his life?

Before anything could be said the man who was escorting Christine, Alexander she had celled him, lunged at Erik with a knife in his hands. Meg felt fear grip her heart, he was going to try and kill Erik! Moving forwards she tried to grab his open hand but tripped and fell. Why was she always so klutzy when Erik was around? She cried out praying it would stop him. 'Monsieur No!'

Meg didn't dare look up but her eyes found there way upwards. Christine cry was heard behind her. It was so quick that Meg had not been able to fallow what had happened. When the moving had stopped Meg saw Erik holding Alexander's hand and his neck.

Meg stared up in disgust as Erik griped the others man throat, this might be the end of monsieur Alexander De Changy. She stared up at Erik begging him not to kill the foolish man. As his he heard her silent plea, Erik launched the man, sending him to the ground. Well that was rather ironic, when she went to see him he almost killed her, but when a man came at him with a knife he just pushed him down. Honestly!

Meg felt slightly worried for the man, and after Erik disappearing in his stupid red dust. Meg found herself on her feet moving towards the fallen man. Kneeling by his side she looked down at him. Was he ok? His hand was beginning to swell and he had bruises around his neck.

Alexander stirred and looked at Meg he slowly sat up. Meg watched him with concern, when she spoke she spoke the truth. Once it came out she noticed that it was a bit rude. 'Monsieur that was a very stupid thing you did'

She jumped as she felt another person kneel beside her. What the heck? She was expecting Erik or something from the sudden appearance but as she looked up she only saw a very pale Christine. For a moment Christine glared at Meg for being so Frank but Meg shrugged her shoulders. Might as well put it to the point so he could know. Christine spoke beside Meg 'Are you ok Alexander?'

Alexander looked up, he had been staring at his swelling hand, and he nodded. Meg noticed that he was a bit more of a quiet person. Alexander looked up to Meg, she couldn't help but notice how soft his eyes where. She nearly slapped herself, no time to go admiring him he needed medical attention. She looked around but turned back as Alexander addressed her 'Meg are you ok?...I saw you stumble.'

Besides his rather large wrist he seemed to be fine. Well physically of course. But at least he would not forget the Phantom of the opera any time soon; he even got a nice souvenir that would last a while. She replied with a nod but her voice had dropped and she said mostly to herself 'I'm fine, I have suffered worse'

She got a strange look from Alexander as if he was going to ask but Meg narrowed her eyes. She was not going to say anything. He sighed and looked away then turned to Christine he said 'Who was he anyways? I have a feeling that both of you know him.'

Christine and Meg seemed to avoid eye contact with him. They both met each others eyes, Christine nodded. Meg knew a lot more about Erik than Christine knew but she would keep it simple. To say anything more would have to end up in explaining a lot of things she did not want to get into. 'That monsieur, was the phantom of the opera, I would not suggest you try something like that again, he is not one to be messed with'

Meg could tell that he was not satisfied with that answer. What ever he wanted to know that was all he was getting from them for a while. Christine could tell him more later if she wished but Meg could not tell either of them. Once again the memory of her Dream came up, she bit her lip, too many unanswered questions.

Alexander then stood up with some help from Christine and Meg. He picked up his knife that was on the stairs and returned. Christine's color was coming back to her face and she seemed to relax a bit. Meg was not relaxing, Erik was somewhere in a rage. Would he bother them again?

Christine looked around she seemed to remembering old memories here. Meg gave her a smile and waited as her friend thought of something. Alexander was off to the side hanging out. Christine spoke and said not knowing 'Hey Meg where is your mom I want to talk to her'

Meg flinched, she knew Christine was going to ask sometimes but it still was very painful. She lowered her head and spoke slowly 'She died in a ship wreck a month ago' Christine frowned Madam Giry had been very close to a mother she had never had.

Meg felt her eyes water up, she wiped them away and lifted her head as a hand was placed upon her back. She turned to see Christine had tears in her eyes too. The hugged each other in a tight embrace. Both girls shed tears for a moment then broke apart. Christine holding Megs shoulders gave her a comforting smile and then turned.

Alexander looked lost, he had been dazing off and had not been listening to what the girls said. Meg couldn't help but giggle at his face witched looked a lot like a lost boy. She walked by and gave a light punch to his unharmed arm he gave a soft oww. She started to walk off, the thought of Erik had disappeared in her mind feeling a bit happier. She then said 'Come on you two we need to get Him here to the opera's doctor.'

They had gone to the Opera's doctor and got Alexander's hand patched up. After that they went around visiting old friends…and enemies. Carlotta was extremely annoyed when she saw Christine there and started causing havoc and left for the evening. Not that anyone minded.

Alexander had been surprised that Carlotta was such a bad singer he had heard so much about her. At first when he had heard that they where to meet her he was excited. The girls nearly laughed their heads off at this but in the end he learned why.

All in all they had a great time Erik didn't bother them. This was a relief along as a worry to Meg. Towards the late evening Christine turned to Meg and said 'Its been so fun but me and Alexander have to return. If you want we can come back tomorrow.'

Meg was a bit sad that her friend was leaving so soon, but she said she would come back tomorrow. Well it might be for the better, after Christine left she might as well go down and see how Erik was doing. Giving Christine a quick hug she said a quick good bye. She offered her hand to Alexander. 'I'll see you tomorrow then, and it was nice to meet you Monsieur De Changy.'

Meg felt her face turn bright red when Alexander took her hand and kissed it lightly. Meg had turned bright red, she hoped no one else noticed as she let some of her hair fall in front of her face, attempting to hide the blush. He was nice, but she had been expecting a hand shake, not a kiss.

She watched them as they left and got into their carriage. Feeling her face return to a normal shade, she turned on her heal and went off to see how Erik was. He'd probably be in a bad mood, but he could get over that. Maybe it was time for yet another visit to Erik's place. She was expecting to find him in a foul mood but she was still willing to go down there.

-Sorry it took so long to write this chapter. I wrote half of it at school then I had tons of after school stuff. Anyways it's up! I would like lots of reviews they keep me going-