POV Meg

She pushed her face deeper into Erik's warm chest. She could hear his heart beating, it sounded like a jackhammer... it pounded so quickly against her ear. She noticed her own started to beat just as quickly.

"Will you open your eyes for me?" She heard Erik ask, without thinking she opened them. She wondered what her eyes looked like? Were they beautiful? She wondered as she looked upwards at him.

"Meg... do you know, you have very beautiful eyes," Erik told her as she started to blush. How dare he use such sweet words on her. After all, he has his Christen, right?

She felt Erik move slightly but not leaving her side. She kept looking upwards hoping she's looking him in the face, taking in those sweet words.

"Meg... do you know I care for you deeply," Erik told her, as she became completely shocked by his words. Don't Erik, don't say this.

You'll give me hope for something more. She knew they could never have anything, no matter how much she longed for him. He was giving her too much false hope.

Erik gently grabbed her hand and placed it onto his face. His skin had a roughness to it but was still soft to the touch. His cheeks burnt underneath her fingertips, thank goodness she wasn't the only one blushing.

Erik slowly placed his hand on her cheek. She couldn't help but lean into his touch. Wanting more. Please, Erik, she found herself begging.

"Meg... you mean so much to me... Honestly, when I first meet you, I didn't want you to leave, you were so kind to me" Erik told her. She wasn't the kind one Erik was, without him... she would have died from that hole.

Erik started to move even closer now, their bodies touching, yet compared to the hug a few moments ago this felt completely different. She found herself wanting more, touch me more, please. She begged god as her mind went completely blank thinking only of Erik and his body heat.

"I'm sorry" she heard him say, tears swell in her eyes worried at what may happen next. Don't leave me, Erik, she thought as she waited for it to all end.

She felt Erik's hand underneath her chin lifting her face, to look at him. She tried to keep her eyes open but still struggled, not wanting this to end.

Erik's body stayed where it was, as his face came even closer to hers.

She moved onto her tiptoes wanting to move even closer to him, hoping, praying, begging anyone listening. Allow me to kiss this man, please, I'll pay any price, even if it's her soul. As long as she can keep this one memory.

She thought as her dreams came true. She felt a soft presence, on her lips. Was she? Did he just kiss her? She wondered, not wanting this to end. She could die a happy woman now.

Yet with all good things they must come to an end.

Erik slowly moved back, he turned away, is he shocked? Angry? He's just cheated on Christen. She felt herself becoming more selfish wanting him to kiss her more. Erik's already broken his vows what's the harm in breaking them again.

She thought as her need for more became stronger.

"If you're going to kiss someone, you should do it properly" she heard herself say. She felt shocked by herself that she said something like that. Erik's probably going to hate her for it. Why couldn't she be happy with the memory?

Suddenly as quick as lighting Erik's mouth was on hers, kissing her was much force as he could.

She couldn't believe it she was French kissing Erik.

She too kissed him back with as much passion, never wanting this to end. Erik wrapped one of his arms around her waist pulling her closer. His other hand slipped into her hair as he started playing with her hair.

She couldn't help but wrap her arms around him neck pulling him even closer. Wanting even more.

Give me more. She thought not wanting to let go of him, to not waste even a second.

After what felt like a second Erik slowly pulled away. She could tell from her panting they were kissing for much longer but still she already wanted more.

So much more.

"Thank you" Erik muttered to her as he quickly left her room. She felt like she was on cloud nine as she glided towards the couch to sleep.

However, she was unable to sleep all night thinking about that kiss, what meaning was there behind it? Would Christen be angry at them? She did just make the woman's husband cheat?

She thought as tiredness took over.

Loud knock came from the door

"It's just me miss" a voice came out, she knew it was one of the maids, she couldn't remember her name, though. She's only spoken to her once or twice.

"Please come in," she told her with a smile as she slowly got up, to get ready.

"Miss, do you still want me to tell you that story? Of what happened here?" the maid asked with caution in her voice, she nearly jumped out of her skin with excitement she'll finally find out the truth.

"Yes please," she nearly shouted at the woman with so much excitement.

"Okay... but I must warn I don't fully know what happened that night... no one really knows" the maid told as she sat beside Meg.

"The prima donna before you was a young woman called Christen Daae" She felt shocked by this news, so that's who Christen is.

"She lived here most of her life... she was a dancer than became the prima donna... rumour has it that the opera ghost liked her, but she fell in love with Roual Viscount, who funded this place. They say that the ghost became so angry he killed several people... and started the fire" the maid told her as she tried to take it all in.

"What happened to Christen?" She asked wondering where she is now. She can't be with Erik but still. She wondered as her mind became confused.

"She and the Viscount, and away that night, and so did everyone else... That's why you should be careful the ghost likes pretty women" the maid told her as she started to help her change.

"Oh, I see you found it" the maid muttered.

"Your guide stick... you've found it," the maid told her as she passed the stick over. She knew instantly who had found it for her.

Erik.

However, a part of her mind kept wondering... thinking... is she a replacement for Christen? Isn't Erik then a very dangerous man then? Should she stay away from him? What happens if she makes him angry... Will he try to kill her as well?

While thinking about all this, she quietly got changed and headed towards the stage, to prepare for tonight's performance.

"Ah, Meg... I was hoping I could apologise for my rudeness yesterday" she heard James say as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Oh I see you've found your guide stick" James carried on saying as he notices the guide stick in her hands.

She didn't know what to say to him as she kept quiet.

"Listen Meg... I'm sorry for what I said, it's just... no one gives something without expecting something in return"

"What about you... you gave me a job, a roof over my head... what were you hoping for in return?" she asked him.

"Well you were going to be my prima donna," James said, wait he didn't know she could sing until later on. What going on?

"You didn't know I could sing when you helped me... Did you?" she felt her voice rise as moved away from him wanting to get away.

"Meg... When I first met you... I already knew about you... I heard you singing before and saw great potential in you... that's why I helped you" James admitted. She tried to process everything but still felt hurt.

"But everything changed once I got to know you... your lovely and great to spend time with... I even come to care about you" James tried to touch her but she quickly moved away.

"Meg, I love you" James admitted to her, she felt her heart breaking by his confession.

"I'm sorry... but I cannot love you, someone else already has it... he took it long before I meet you," she told him as she thought of Erik. How they first meet. He helped her without wanting anything in return how he's helped her over and over.

Even knowing about his past, about Christen she couldn't help but still love him.

"I'll still be your singer... I'm not the right woman for you" She told him as she walked away heading towards her room.

"Are you sure that's wise? You now know about my past... He could give you everything I can't... You can live a peaceful life with him" Erik told her as she walked through the door.

"You know, the first time we meet... I thought you were incredible... You gave me hope there was goodness in this world" She started to tell him as she moved closer, towards his voice.

"I'm not a kind person... You said Christens name in your sleep... I thought she was your wife... I wanted to steal you away from her" She told him as stopped moving wiping away her tears.

"I thought she wasn't good enough for you... I wanted to be you everything" She told him as more tears fell.

Erik pulled her into a tight hug.

"I didn't want to give you any bad memories of this place... like I did with Christen... she couldn't accept me or my face" Erik whispered into her ear as he grabbed her hands. He went and placed her hand onto his face.

It felt cold to the touch.

"I wear this mask so no one can see the horrors of my face," Erik told her as she felt the coldness move. Did he just take off his mask for her?

"Can I?" She asked holding her hand in the air wondering if his is okay.

Erik gently guided her hand towards his damaged face.

They both stayed there for several minutes, as her fingers worked their way around his damaged face. Trying to understand and imagine his face in her mind.

"Many people call me the devil's child" Erik informed her, as her fingers danced their way over his damaged skin, it felt rough... there seemed to be a large dent by his ear as she felt his skull go inwards.

She couldn't understand why people treated him differently all there was, was some rough skin. She tried to image him face in her mind, it made her smile realizing how handsome he may look.

"I can't see anything wrong," She told him with a chuckle. As he gently kissed her on the lips once more.