A/N: There is a lot of dialogue, but there is a lot to be explained. Enjoy and please review. :)

With a Punjab Lasso still around his neck, Marcus was eye to eye with the Opera Ghost. He thought about the offer Opera Ghost's offer. It took him less than a second before he reached out and shook the Opera Ghost's gloved hand. For the first time since he arrived at Op'era Populaire, he was sure about something. Despite the conditions and potential ramifications.

"Anything, to be able to be with her," he answered.

The Opera Ghost removed the lasso from around his neck but remained standing in front of him.

"I'm sure you have questions. Come, I wish to answer them. But tell no one of the things I am about to tell you. Understand?" he stated with a threatening look.

Marcus just nodded. The Opera Ghost then lead him from the catwalks, to a room on the balcony that was behind the chandelier. Once the Opera Ghost shut the door, he had Marcus sit down while he looked out the window and tossed the lasso into the corner. He paced in silence for a moment. Marcus remained quiet and watched him. Trying to keep his knee from trembling. The Opera Ghost finally stood in the corner opposite of him and leaned against the wall.

"I know you heard me when I said that Meg Giry is our daughter," he began with a sigh. "It is true. The beautiful ballerina you have fallen in love with, is the daughter of myself and Madame Giry. Just be patient. I am about to explain," he insisted.

Marcus sat back and nodded for him to continue. Despite the shock that he was in.

" When we were children, Antoinette, helped me escape from a carnival where I was abused by a gypsy man. He made money by exploiting my hideous face! She then brought and hid me here at the op'era house. I eventually took refuge in the catacombs. This has been my domain ever since. Every few nights she would sneak down to visit me after everyone went to bed and we would play games. Which is how I actually found my lair in the catacombs. We found it after I made my Gondola. Then I began to furnish it. She helped me by bringing me discarded items after productions would end. She would also keep me company when I would make things to furnish my lair and would dance to the songs I wrote. At her suggestion, I began "haunting," the op'era house. With that I was able to demand and began receiving payments from the owners," he laughed for a little bit after that before he composed himself.

"Antoinette then did the greatest thing anyone ever would for me. After years of wearing potato sacks and cloth over my face. She made me my first mask. My first real piece of clothing. Something I was able to call mine. After that, she was and still is the only person who I would ever allow to look and could ever stand to look at my face. When we were sixteen she came to me very upset and told me that a man working in the op'era house had attempted to wrong her in unspeakable ways!" he shouted and kicked a chair across the room.

Marcus flinched but did not look away. He refrained from saying anything as the situation became too delicate. Before he could make a decision, the Opera Ghost stepped back into the corner. He took another deep, shaky breath and continued.

"I hid her in my lair just after I got her to draw him down into the catacombs. I waited with a lasso. I climbed up into one of the torch holes on the stair well. When he came into view, I dropped the lasso around his neck and tightened it until he died. I dumped his body into the river that is in the catacombs. After that I began to kill anyone who wronged the girls. Or traipsed too close to my lair that wasn't welcomed to do so. Shortly after I killed the man who wronged her, our friendship became much more. It turned into love. The only love I have ever known until now. When we were nineteen, Antoinette came to me and told me that she was with child. I didn't know what to think. I asked her what she was going to do. You must understand,at that time I was in no position to raise a young one. She told me we should raise the child together. I asked her how that would be possible? She begged me to come out of hiding. Pleaded with me. I couldn't bring myself to join a world that would shun, not only me, but our entire family and tell us our child was going to be a... freak... like me! It pains me to this day, but I told her that I could not raise the child with her. Even if she did not end up looking like me. But I promised that I would never be far and I promised that she would study at this op'era house and be apart of it's productions one day. I promised that I'd be able to pay for her to be here," he began to stifle his tears and sobs.

"I missed her birth. But I saw her when she was brought here to her home. Madame Giry brought her to the catacombs so I could see her. A burden was lifted from me when I saw that she was not another child of Hell, with a face like mine. Antoinette asked me one last time to come out of hiding and raise her together. I told her once again, that unfortunately I could not put the burden on our daughter of knowing I'm her father. But I promised to always be here and watch over her. She cursed me and vowed to never see or speak to me again. She has never spoken to me since then. I have been too ashamed to try and speak with her directly even to this day. I have been here the whole time watching Meg grow up. But my shame has made me unable to in any way, tell her who I am," he finished as a tear fell from his eye and down his mask. He quickly wiped it away and looked Marcus in the eye.

"I know you wonder why it was Christine Daae and not my own daughter that I took under my wing. After I began writing my own operas, I knew that whoever the young woman was that I would teach to sing my music, would be the one to carry on my work. That means she would live with me and after me in a life of music and solitude. Living for the music. It would be wrong to subject Meg to such a fate. The other reason being that the woman who would become my Angel Of Music, is also the one to bare my children to continue my legacy. That is why I chose Christine. I want Meg to have a life far better than mine! Christine is meant to be with me you understand? Go now and give me two days to find a way to communicate with Antoinette. You'll have your chance Monsieur," he promised.
"If you ever feel you must speak with me, come to this room. I will know when you are here. Go now and stay out of the catacombs. Unless I request your presence there! Now forget not our agreement. Also, your primary task for me now, is to do everything in your power to help me get the Vicompte out of my way! Christine must be mine!"

After being given his task, Marcus stopped and looked at the Opera Ghost. He bowed to him with his arm across his chest and his head to the floor. He stood back up and stared at him.

"I shall do everything in my power Monsieur," he said.

The Opera Ghost put his hand up and shook his head.

"Marcus, please call me by my name. Call me, Erik," he said with a smile. "...One last thing," he began and Marcus stared at him intently, "If you do anything to hurt or harm my daughter. Wrong her in any manner... My lasso will be tight enough you wont even know you've died."

On that note, Marcus nodded and left the room. On his way back to the floor level, he replayed everything he had just been told. So much of it had been unexpected. As well as Erik's demeanor. Once he was at the staircase to the dormitories, he sat down with his back against the wall to process everything he had just been told. When it became too overwhelming, he decided to go to bed so that it could all set in.