AN: Santuario means Sanctuary.

Candle 3: Formally Introduced

Erik saddled the horse and tied the sack on his back, then looked at Madame Colville.

" Safe journey Erik," she said

" Thank you Madame, I will return perhaps with some answers to your own mystery," Erik said

She thanked him and Erik took off and Madame Colville watched Erik leave. She sighed and turned to her servants.

" Will he be back Madame?" Isabelle asked

" I hope so," she replied

Erik rode down the path, which went through the deep woods. He lit a lantern and tied it to the side of the horse's saddle and continued. Erik could feel the coolness of the morning and the heavy air which laid on it. Erik covered his face with the cloak and rode faster through the abandoned forest.

" Beware, beware," the wind whispered as he rode

" Beware of what?" Erik thought, " It is, but woods."

Erik hit the horse's sides and the horse galloped faster and the warning became louder. Erik did not heed the warning and continued on his way, as he pulled the cloak tighter. His pistol tucked on his right and his blade tucked on his left, he was prepared for anything that came his way.

" The scar, the scar," the wind howled

" Why am I hearing voices?" Erik thought, " The wind is not alive."

The morning light broke through the heavy forest and Erik found his way out. He rode with not hesitation and with that broke through, he was off to Paris with no trouble. Erik watched the country side pass him by as he rode. The sun caught the morning condensation and reflected it through out the country side.

By the afternoon, he could hear the living streets of Paris and hoped he would find his lady. Erik's horse trotted into Paris as he remained in hiding in his cloak. Erik looked around and then got off his horse, he walked with it and looked around. Erik stopped when he saw a young woman carrying a basket. She wore a simple green dress, which suited her well and her hair was braided. Her complexion a little darker, yet enhanced her features more. Erik knew though this was the young girl he had met only her once and she was not awake. He watched her dance and yet he felt foolish because he fell in love with his angel, his student. Erik tapped his side and took out 2 francs and with that bought 3 roses and tied black ribbon that he bought from another vendor. He whistled to a young boy and knelt down.

" Here are 6 francs, give these roses to that young woman, tell her that I will await her in the cemetery," Erik said

The boy nodded and ran off and Erik hid in the shadows as he watched the young boy give the roses to the young woman. Her gaze looked around and then she nodded and walked off. Erik rode off and went to the cemetery, there he waited for her.

He watched as a carriage stop and help out a young woman. She walked inside the iron gates and Erik steadied his horse. The young woman looked about, seeing she was alone, she walked about and then felt a cool breeze.

" Mademoiselle, you are a sight," Erik called

She stopped and looked around in fear and called back with her scared voice.

" Who are you?"

Erik continued to hide and then walked out as she past him.

" I have come to fulfill a dream that you dreamt before," Erik said

The young woman turned around, she dropped the roses and gasped. He pulled down the hood and revealed a mask. She covered her mouth as so not to scream as he approached her.

" I am not here to harm you," Erik said, " Only to let you dream with ease."

Erik stopped and removed the mask from his face. She stared at him and suddenly fainted, but he was quick to catch her.

" I see I am not the only one that falls for no reason," Erik sighed

He lifted her and whistled and his horse came from the shadows. He lifted the young woman and then himself. They fled and Erik took her to a place he knew where he would be welcomed at.

An hour later she came too and Erik sat at her bedside and she looked about.

" You have a woken," Erik said

She looked at him and breathed deep.

" What do you want with me?" she asked

" Do you not recognize me?" he replied

" The Phantom," she whispered

Erik nodded and poured a glass of wine and then said, " Yes, that is I."

He handed her the glass and she sipped it and then rubbed her eyes.

" I'm talking to a ghost," she said

" I never was dead," Erik said, " Young Meg Giry."

" How do you know my name?" she asked

" I know all and see all," Erik said

Erik removed his vest and tossed it to the chair. She looked at him as she sipped her wine, getting every last drop. He took the glass and she looked at him, she could not help, but to feel unease. Erik looked at her and she questioned how he knew her dream. Erik explained to her that he was there that night she and Christine talked about a desire. He came once they fell asleep and left her the rose and knew one day she would get her wish. Meg looked at him and touched his face and then gentle leaned over to him. She stopped and opened her eyes and Erik looked at her. She pulled away and turned away and Erik turned to her head towards him; he leaned forward then kissed her. She closed her eyes as his lips captured hers and fell into the kiss.

The kiss Erik expected to give was suppose to be only a quick one, but there seemed to be desire in both their hearts. Erik pulled away and looked at Meg as she breathed deep, there was a blushed that kissed her lips as his gaze fell on her.

" I don't know what came over me," Meg whispered, " I'm sorry."

" No, forgive me," Erik whispered

Meg fiddled with the a ruffle on her dress and Erik grabbed her hands.

" What makes you twitch?" he asked

" Nothing, I'm just embarrassed," she whispered

Erik turned her head to him and touched her face and Meg leaned her head into his touch. She closed her eyes and Erik leaned forward and kissed her head.

" My name is Erik," he whispered in her ear

She looked at him and smiled, her eyes seemed to shine even more. She put her hand out and Erik kissed it.

" Meg Giry, it's a s pleasure to meet you Erik," she said softly

Erik smiled and gently stroked her cheek with his hand and kissed her cheek.

" Your dreams have come true, you have been kissed by the Phantom of the Opera," Erik remarked

Meg nodded and poured a glass and sipped it and then handed it to him. He sipped it and Meg and Erik began to talk. Meg wanted to know where he had been for the last three days.

" I was found by a widow, who took me in," Erik said, " She lives in the country at the Château de Colville."

" Château de Colville?" she questioned, " It sounds so familiar."

Erik looked at her as she spoke those words, he felt his heart drop into his chest. The way she spoke it made him have second thoughts.

" She's looking for a missing child that has been missing for several years," Erik said, " She has mistaken me for him grown up."

Meg looked at him, then covered half his face.

" Does he look like you?" She asked

" Perhaps, what I looked like as a child, but there is no evidence ," Erik said

" I'm sure there is a reason why she thinks you're her child," Meg said

Later, Erik laid with Meg in his arms as she slept nestled into his arms. He looked at her and touched her face.

" Meg," he whispered

" Hmm," she moaned in her sleep

" Can I take you away?" Erik asked

" You can take me anywhere," she muttered

Erik blew out the candle and pulled her close as he fell asleep. There was peace as Erik rested comfortably in bed with Meg beside him.

" Erik, come back Erik," a gentle breeze called

Erik opened his eyes and felt the floor moving under him. He sat up and looked about, then saw in the corner of the wagon saw the boy.

" Where are we?" Erik questioned

" I don't know, it's dark," the boy said

Erik pushed the cover back, but was forced back. Erik looked at the boy and he sighed.

" I've already tried that," he replied

The boy sighed and leaned back, then closed his eyes as he began to hum a melody. Erik looked at the boy as he hummed a little louder and the melody came to Erik.

" That melody, what is it?" Erik asked

" Santuario," the boy replied

" Santuario, someone use to sing that song to me," Erik whispered, " when I was younger. I don't remember who though it was the only memory I wish to keep close to me."

The boy looked at Erik and sat beside him and looked at Erik as he gave a pondering look.

" What were you dreaming about Erik?" the boy asked, " You seemed so happy, was it a woman that has captured your heart."

Erik lifted a piece of straw and sighed, then looked up.

" Meg, her name is Meg," Erik replied, " the daughter of my dear friend, who saved me from the gypsies."

The wagon stopped and Erik was grabbed first and then the boy. They were pushed towards the center and there were faces staring at them.

" I've got two, probably father and son," a large man said

Erik and the boy looked around as a crone walked towards them. She poked at Erik and hit Erik's legs.

" He's healthy and the boy looks the same," the crone said, " 25 francs to this man."

" What title do we give these freaks?" asked another man

" The Devil's Child and the Devil himself," the crone said

Erik narrowed his eyes as he worked the ropes around his wrist.

" Gypsies," Erik growled

" That's right Lad, Gypsies," the crone said, " and you are now apart of the show."

Erik struggled and looked at the boy who showed feared in his eyes.

" I'm not going through this again, I refuse!" Erik shouted

Erik broke the ropes and grabbed the young boy, he carried him towards the woods.

" Get them!" the crone shouted

They were closed in face with their clubs and whips, Erik looked around for a hasty exit.

" We can't fight them Erik," the boy cried

" Quit your whining, only children whine," Erik growled as he studied the situation

Erik ran with the boy and pushed through ducking as a club came swinging at him. Erik did this for several times until he got wacked in the back. Erik fell to his knees and two lassos were thrown over his neck. The crone walked over to them and looked at him.

" What a foolish freak, thinking that you can escape gypsies," she said

She cackled and Erik looked up as they held him down.

" I won't be placed into a cage, like a pet," Erik said spitting

The crone slapped him across the face and Erik remained the same.

" If you like it or not you are no longer free," the crone said

" I beg to differ, you will die two weeks before we go to Paris…so I bid you good bye you hag," Erik hissed

" You can't back it up," the crone said

Erik smiled and laughter escaped his lips, a laughter of not a mad man, but a man who's lived the same memory years ago.

Erik opened his eyes and breathed deep and looked at his hand, the scar seemed to be different.

" The scar," the wind whispered

He looked at Meg and leaned to her and kissed her on her head, he then got up. Erik leaned forward out the window and listened to the silence of Paris.

" I have been formally introduced to a past, but why is this boy in my dreams?" Erik thought