Chapter 7: Finding Destiny

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Meg's grandchildren leaned against her as they took the long road to the cemetery. She put her arms around them as they fell asleep. She looked out the window as she watched the Opera Populaire vanish into the distance and sighed. Meg closed her eyes as well and fell asleep to dream about the past.

1872

Meg stood on stage at a local opera house and dance with some of the other chorus girls as she tried out for a spot. Meg knew she had the part and knew she would be able to dance again.

" Meg Giry how long have you danced?" the manger asked

" Since I was 8," Meg said

" Your very good," his wife said, " Is your mother Madame Giry?"

" Yes, Madame she is," Meg replied

The manger's wife told her husband if any girl or boy came from the Opera Populaire, then they were well taught and deserved to be higher than an understudy. The manger nodded and selected three from the Opera Populaire, that would be part of the chorus, the others were welcomed as understudies. Meg smiled and looked up in one box and saw someone, she breathed deep. Meg walked off after talking to the manager and his wife. She climbed up the stairs to the boxes and opened one door that she saw someone in. She looked about and saw the curtain was shut and then three candles lit. She jumped a little seeing the light and wondered who lit them.

" Congratulations Meg Giry," a voice said, " You have found a place in another opera house."

Meg looked at the candles as each one went out with a cool breeze. She heard footsteps and they stopped, then a set of arms wrapped around her. She gasped and felt the hands run up her body and to rest on her face. Meg closed her eyes as she felt someone kiss her neck.

" It is my will, that they have selected you," the shadow's voice spoke

" Erik," she whispered

The sudden warmth was gone and the candles lit again and Meg saw a black mask outlined by the light. She looked at Erik, studying his new mask, it was similar to the Don Juan.

" I have found you again Phantom," she whispered

Erik smirked and walked over to her and took her hand, he kissed it. He ran his hand up her arm and took her into his arms.

" Are you to prey on me now, since Christine is no longer in your life?" she asked

Erik looked at her and chuckled a little as he pulled her close to him.

" You belong to me Meg Giry," Erik said, " You have seen my face so it was only destiny that you found me."

Meg looked forward and reached up her hand and touched his masked faced.

" I know you have had thoughts about me little Giry, dreams as well," he whispered in her ear, " you desire me, you need me. You kissed me and now you desire more."

Erik's hands felt over her body and Erik kissed her neck, then whispered sweet words.

" Why are you doing this?" Meg whispered

" Why are you here?" Erik replied

" Because I want to be," Meg answered

" Then because I want to," Erik simply answered

Meg closed her eyes and turned to him and looked at him. He looked at her eye to eye and lifted her chin.

" You can't lie to me little Giry," Erik said

" Stop calling me that," Meg said

She was about to say something, when he kissed her fully on the lips. She gasped slightly and kissed him back closing her eyes. Erik pulled her close to him and Meg wrapped her arms around him. Meg pulled away and looked at Erik, unsure why she kissed him back. She pulled away from his hold and quickly gathered her things, then headed for the door. Erik grabbed her hand and Meg turned around and looked at him. Erik led her towards him and she dropped her shawl and stared at him, like she was hypnotized. He looked at her and took her into his arms and gently stroked her face. He took her hand and entwined his fingers with his. Erik grabbed her other hand and let her take of his mask. She took it off and touched his face all over and felt tears fall from her face. Erik leaned to her and kissed her.

" Let me take you tonight," he whispered, " Let me have you by my side."

Meg looked at him and kissed him and Erik pulled her close. She laid her head on his chest and cried. She closed her eyes taking in his scent and slightly buried her head into his chest.

" Meg," he whispered, " let me be with you."

Meg glanced up at him and Erik looked down at her and she stood on her toes then kissed him. She pulled away and looked at him, he too had tears in his eyes.

" Tonight, I am yours," she whispered, " I want to be with you."

Erik grabbed her hand and then lifted her into his arms and from there took her to where he was staying. Meg looked at the room, which looked like the room the stagehands' had and her mother's. He shut the door and walked over to Meg, taking her into his arms. She turned and looked at Erik and touched his face.

" I've longed for your touch," Erik whispered, " I have been watching you since you were a child."

" What about Christine?" Meg whispered

" I do love her, but she has not accepted me as a man," Erik whispered, " She chose someone of high and normal status. I was left to rot and die alone, but then that night something changed my mind. You came into my life fully asking to know me."

Meg nodded and Erik took her into his arms fully and held her. She leaned her head against his chest as he held her.

" You're the one I want to hold," Erik whispered, " the one I want to give my love to."

Meg breathed deep, but felt comfort in his arms. Erik leaned his head against hers and then kissed her head. She looked up and touched his face and he looked down at her.

" I'm yours," she whispered

A smile caressed her lips and she reached up and kissed him. Erik kissed her back and wrapped his arms around her as he deepened the kiss. Meg trailed her hands down his shirt and began to undo it, then pushed it off his shoulders. She looked at Erik's torso and gently ran her hands down his chest seeing the scars on his. She touched each scar and found there were deep and light scars. Erik grabbed her hands and kissed them and then kissed her as he undid her ballet dress. He looked at her as she willingly gave herself up to him. She touched his face feeling the disfigurement under her hands, Erik closed her eyes as she touched his face so gently. Erik looked at her and Meg undressed him the rest of the way. Both stood there before each other nude and they locked lips to start. Erik took Meg into his arms and laid her down and gently ran his hands over her body. Meg looked at him as he touched her so gently.

" Erik," she whispered

Erik silenced her and took her into his arms and the passion started lightly, but became deeper as the two explored each other's bodies. Passion escaped their lips as they tumbled in bed and shared desire that had been hidden away for years.

By the following morning Meg found herself laying in Erik's arms. She sat up and looked at him, then gently kissed him.

" Someday Erik," she whispered

Meg slipped on her dress and wrote Erik a note and walked out the door. She slipped her shawl on and went down the stairs of the quiet opera house. She opened the doors and went to the stables.

" Back to Paris please," she said

She paid the coachman and he hooked up the horses. She climbed up into the carriage and then they took off. She hated to leave him without him waking first, but she felt she had gone to far. Meg felt tears touch her face and she wiped them away.

" I have found him and soon he will be watching over me again," Meg thought, " Just as he did before.

" Little Giry."

" I am Little Giry, but I'm not his Little Giry," Meg whispered

The carriage arrived in the busy city of Paris and she got down.

" Thank you Monsieur," she said

She walked off and looked at the Opera Populaire and then went on her way a few blocks. She came to the apartments Paris offered and climbed up the stairs. She opened the door and saw her mother up, fixing tea and she kissed her.

" Morning Mama," Meg said

" You are home a little late," Madame Giry said

Meg looked at her and said, " I stayed the night at the opera house there. I didn't feel I could make the trip home."

Madame Giry made her some tea and looked at her daughter.

" You look like you barely got any sleep," Madame Giry said

" Oh, there was some noise next to the room I was in," Meg said

Madame Giry nodded and sat a cup of tea down for her. She made her some breakfast and Meg sipped her tea.

" Did you get the part?" Madame Giry asked

" Yes, Mama I did, two others from the Opera Populaire did as well. The manger's wife knew of you Mama. In fact the three of us weren't going to be chosen until she said something," Meg said

" Well, it pays to be my daughter," Madame Giry said with a smile

" Yes, Mama it does and I love you for your devotion to ballet," Meg said

Meg stood up after eating and changed into some fresh clothing. She did her hair differently and Meg looked at herself in the mirror. She breathed deep feeling a bliss of happiness and then there was slight feeling that nagged her, but what was it?