((Ayushi: A few shout out to my reviewers!
Dreaming of my angel: yeah I do wonder? Hm…..
Chibi Himi: I agree Hooray for Erik and his Giry's! I loved these three characters the most snuggles them all
Rue Marie: bows your reviewing my story? Well doesn't this feel like a turn around! I'm So very glad you like it. I'm a huge fan of yours if you haven't noticed! It's a honor! Keep reading…hm maybe leave ME a comical line? Heheh (look a stole your style of doing this. I hope you don't mind…even thought I know you were likely not the first person to do it. Still you were the first person I saw to do it)
ModestySparrow9: You think I did? I was so unsure about his personality. You have to go through a million different steps . dizzy.
Angelofmusic45: I'm glad you like it wow much! I know you told me to go faster but huh I went slower…I.'ll get the next one up faster thought with all ya great people reviewing.
Ashanti10: I can't tell you who is and isn't her father. Maybe he's her REAL mother we don't' know until I get it down on paper….internet paper.
Gerfan: HI! I hope my story wasn't touch you too much…shakes head bad story!
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BIG THANK YOU TO MY BETA READER. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL YOUR HARD WORK.
Ok now a little to the average reader. I should warn you I'm very unsure about this chapter so please review with what ya think.))
"Meg, it is morning, you must wake," her mother nagged at her for the third time, sounding very annoyed.
Meg let her mind wake up, but didn't open her eyes. The first thing she noticed was the quiet. No giggling girls, no rushing feet, no music drifting in from the stage. Just the sound of her mother walking with her cane across the room.
Then she noticed the smell. It smelt too clean. There wasn't that scent of dust the Opera House always had. The air was clean and far too easy to breath.
Slowly Meg let her eyes open. Surprised by the overwhelming light from the window she sat up. She didn't feel her bed under her. Instead she felt a couch. She became aware of the cloak around her neck, much too tight. She loosened it. She should have known better then to wear a cloak to bed. She touched the velvet of it beneath her. Since when could they afford something like velvet? The image of Erik putting it on her the night before stuck in her mind.
She looked around the room carefully. To her right was a small kitchen area, with a stove, an ice box and many cupboards. To the left of that was the small bathroom with a tub in it. Then right in front of her, across from the arm of the couch, was a window showing the morning sun. Behind her was the door they had come in last night.
To her left was a stair case, running parallel to the wall. She remembered the sound of footsteps going up that last night. She looked at the steep stairs, then up to the wooden door with it's lockless handle. She knew behind that door was a phantom, a man and a genius all mourning over lost love. She was so glad he could be alone so she wouldn't have to deal with his cries.
Madame Giry walked in with a bag of groceries saying, "Go wake Erik. Breakfast will be only a moment."
Meg looked at her wide eyed. She hadn't even noticed her mother had left. When she had gone, Meg must have still had her eyes closed. Now Madame Giry must have gone mad. Who in their right mind would ask their daughter to go wake up the Phantom of the Opera!
"You're joking," Meg said yawning, "Can't I just go back to bed? He was singing so long last night I didn't get more then an hours rest before you awoke me."
"You mustn't get used to sleeping in. Just because we have no ballet practice today does not mean we will not soon. I am already looking for opera houses in need of a ballet teacher and it turns out there are many," she said happily.
"You better look for one that needs a phantom too," Meg kidded.
"That is no joke for this room Meg. Now go wake him up. I will have breakfast done soon," she said starting to turn on the stove.
"Why don't you go wake him? He's far less likely to hurt you then he will me," Meg said softly, a little scared.
"If he wanted to hurt you he would have by now. Meg... I cannot get up those stairs ," her mother finished, a little ashamed of her own uselessness.
Meg nodded saying softly, "I'll wake him for you mama."
Meg made her way to the stairs and put her hand on the rail. She grabbed a candle from the wall. Even the light of the morning sun coming in from the window was not touching this corner of the room. Her own knee was throbbing but she didn't let it slow her down. Bit by bit she made her way up to the door.
She felt her breath quicken, and her heart thumb in her chest. The Phantom of the Opera was inside this room. He was a known killer, and what was worse, he was in a horrible bad mood! Her mother was insane for making her come up here, alone.
She opened the door gradually. The candle illuminated a thin line through the room. The bedroom was terribly small. Barely 6 steps across and there was only one window, high up, that showed no light this early in the morning. She saw the bed in the middle of the room. She went in and the door closed behind her.
The light slowly made its way to touch the bed and light up the sleeping man in it. Her eyes went big seeing his face. He was sleeping on his back and the light was showing only his marred right side to her. She felt the tension in her legs telling her to run from the sight, but she stopped herself. She thought about those eyes that spoke so much to her, which were hidden under his eyelids.
She forced her self to get closer to him. The closer she got the more she could see of his face. The more she saw the more she didn't care. It wasn't as horrible as she had imagined, or over reacted to when she first saw it. After a moment of pausing and looking at him she smiled. With an open mind it even started to grow on you.
Now another problem she had to face. She didn't know how to wake him. How did one go about waking a man anyway? She'd never actually had to do it before. She had to be careful too. If she scared him too much he might hurt her.
She took a deep breath and reached out a hand. She wanted to put it on his shoulder and shake him gentle, but she never got the chance.
She felt a strong hand around her own. A flash of movements was all she could see. Her wrist was set free and her throat was taken instead before she could react. A hand on her waist pulled her closer to the body of her capture. The feeling of his body, still hot from the sheets, pressed against her came as an unwelcome feeling. Worse then that was the bulge in his pants that was hitting her leg. Her eyes went wide as she felt it. A Punjab Lasso! He could kill her at any moment!
"Come to stare at the monster? Did you mother make you pay to come and see the Devil's Child? Is this want you want to see!" he demanded yelling at her. He slide a hand up and covered her mouth before she could scream. He leaned forward so the light of the candle hit the right side of his face. She looked, more scared of his actions and that lasso then of his face. She was shivering in fright.
"Where you reaching to touch it, Meg? Oh, I'll let you touch it," he growled.
Erik violently pushed his cheek against hers. She felt the different bumps, holes, the feeling of unnatural swelling and other things she couldn't even describe, rub against her cheek. She tried to let out a scream but it got muffled by his hand. She wanted to get away. Fear made it's way through her body and she screamed again. What was he going to do to her?
The Phantom felt her wince, and tremble at the feeling of him. What a stupid girl? To want something so much, then to push it away. How dare she have tried to touch him, stared at him! His anger boiled. Now that she knew what he looked like, she hated him more. She was completely disgusted by the feel of his face. He was sure she was sorry she had saved a monster like him now. Everyone was after they found out what he truly looked like. He growled in anger at the world, at her and Christine.
He took her hand and pulled it up to his face. He had to move the hand from her neck in doing so but he put more pressure on the one on her mouth. He forced her hand up and made it touch his face. He'd make everyone pay for the way his life was. Everyone should pay if he had to look like this.
"Feel it Meg. Feel what I've had to feel everyday of my god-forsaken life," he snarled at her, careful to keep his voice down so Madame Giry wouldn't hear. He pushed her hand onto his face and felt another small scream against his hand.
The skin felt so odd to her. So different then what it should have been. It was the same feeling she had gotten when he had pushed their faces together but she could feel more now. The little bumps stuck out more then the holes, the swelling feeling. It wasn't horrible though, like she had imagined before. Her hand relaxed, and she softly stroked the destroyed skin with her smooth, delicate fingers.
Erik felt her stroking him and froze. What in the world could she be doing? Was this some kind of mind game to get him to let her go? The image of Christine's hand on his face as she kissed him fell into his mind. He pushed her away to get rid of the thought and she ended up hitting the wall. Anal
"Get the hell out of here before I kill you," he said, glaring at her.
She got up holding her head, confused as to why he had been so rough with her all of the sudden. Did he really think she had come in to stare at him? Sure he was…different looking but she wasn't one to stare or judge like that. But he didn't know that and probably wouldn't believe her if she told him.
When Meg looked up and saw that hate mixed in with the overwhelming pain in his eyes she got up and, to her agitation, her body was shaking like a leaf. She opened the door and left as quickly as she could. She walked down the stairs. She was trembling and almost fell into her mother's arms at the bottom. Her knee was hurting so badly it was making her cry.
Madame Giry helped her to the couch thinking her daughter was emotionally distraught. She looked up the stairs to Erik's room. Meg's mother went over to those wretched stairs and made her slow ascent.
She was in horrible pain by the time she made it up the stairs and forced the door open. Erik was standing with his back turned when he heard the sound and spun around, glaring at the intruder. Noticing it was Madame Giry he let his face fall into a frown of true tiredness.
"What do you want Madame? I have little to offer right now," he told her looking away to her left side to hid his face. Simply because she was used to it didn't mean he would force her to look at it.
"Did you have to scare my daughter so?" she asked in a stern, haughty tone.
"You should have taught her better manners. She thought she could just come into my room and stare at me like a sideshow," Erik grumbled at her, looking annoyed to hide the pain of memories coming back to him. The faces laughing at him, pointing at him, crying out at the sight of his face.
Madame Giry saw the signs of his pain. She could not be easily fooled around him.
"I was the one that told her to come and invite you to breakfast. I should have come myself," she said sighing.
"Yes, you should have," he said sounding annoyed. He just wanted to be left alone. "I will be having breakfast in my room."
"Alright, but you will come down to get your food. I won't make a second trip up and I can see that Meg displeases you," she said.
Her eyes watched him closely as he took in the words.
"Fine…I shall come get the food," he said going over and putting on his mask, his back to her.
"You don't need that with us," Madame Giry told him outright.
"I do Madame. I'd hate to ruin your appetites," he said in a biting tone, then strode out the door listening to a sighing Madame Giry as he did so.
((Ayushi: Ok ok what ya think? I'm sorry if it sucked. I'm horrible at mean Erik. Sexy Erik, nice Erik, dreaming Erik, sad Erik even are a lot better then mean Erik….very worriedly yours….ayushi-san))