A/N: To Erin-Yup. You're right.

Disclaimer: I don't own it. I don't own it. I DON'T OWN IT!!!

Guardian Angel

Erik slipped through the shadows to the managers' office wondering why he was doing this. *Because you want to make Michelle happy,* his mind taunted. Erik ignored the thought, even if it was true.

The door to the office was closed, but unlocked, so Erik stepped inside. At first, he didn't see the Vicomte, but then he noticed him sprawled on a lounge chair in a dark corner.

"Well," the half-drunk Vicomte slurred. "If it isn't the Angel of Music. Are you doubling for the Angel of Death and come to take me away?"

Erik sniffed haughtily. "I see that booze hasn't altered your memory yet."

Raoul looked down at the snifter of whiskey in his hand and sighed. "Unfortunately not."

Erik was trying to figure out how to broach the subject of Meg when Raoul spoke up again. "Trouble in paradise already?" his mocking voice rang out. "From what I saw last I was there, you and my sister were getting along shwimming-shwim-just fine."

The last thing he said caught Erik's attention. "What do you mean your sister?"

Raoul looked surprised at the question, then smiled like a child caught in a prank. "I thought she'd have told you by now. She doesn't like keeping secrets, doncha know. But Nadir shed she couldn't tell no one."

"Who couldn't tell no one-er, anyone what?"

"Why Michelle, of courshe. She wasn't shupposhed to shay she was my shister."