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"Damn that little wretch. If I die here, I hope her soul is damned."
Every moment, Raoul became madder. His head spun with death threats and loathsome acts. Even his hands, so frigidly cold, ached to put themselves around Erik's next.
Abruptly, Raoul came upon a tiny cottage that seemed ready to give way. With all the strength left in him, he pounded upon the door and burst through, before collapsing upon the wooden floor. His senses left him and the world went black.
"Oh, dear, still have that bump don't you! Poor Raoul…"
A soft, gentle voice was the first thing Raoul heard. He opened an eye and found himself in a small room, in a tiny bed, beside a lovely, young girl. He almost leapt out of bed in surprise. It was Meg Giry. Her soft, blue eyes twinkled merrily as a china doll smile touched her cheeks.
"Meg, what are you…? Where are we?" Raoul asked, flabbergasted.
'Oh, Raoul, it's my cozy getaway. I place I go to get inspired, since that Opera House has been lacking of inspiration, you know."
Meg spoke with the same girlish charm, but she'd become very mature since the time they'd last spoken.
"You live here alone?" Raoul inquired, sitting up gingerly, for his stomach ached terribly.
"Oh, yes, it gets ever so lonely up here…" Meg whispered, rising from the bed to retrieve a small bowl from a window table in the kitchen area.
The bowl was filled with a porridge like substance. Raoul couldn't help turning his nose up at it, but ate it anyways, ignoring the revolting taste. It was peasant food.
"Don't look so disgusted. I eat it and live. Of course, you must eat richer food…" she said, looking down at her hands, a bit shamefully.
Raoul took her hands and looked deep into her eyes. She was so very lovely and kind. Almost like an angel…
Suddenly, Raoul's lips were upon Meg. They kissed deeply, with much desire. Raoul's hands caressed Meg's soft ringlets, while her hand slid up his back. It was Meg, however, who broke the kiss, looking shocked.
"Raoul!" was all she could choke out.
Meg's eyes blazed with shock and misunderstanding. For a moment, Raoul felt shame, but a passion for the little ballerina drew forth a deeper impression upon his soul.
"Oh, Meg, I never knew it, but it's as though I've known you since the beginning of time…"
His words only brought greater fear upon her.
"You… you… you love me?" she asked, eyes widening.
"One cannot stop loving an angel. Hush now."
Raoul's words seemed to soothe her. She sat back down and kissed him, tenderly. They lay back down together and drifted away from the world.
Morning Come Again
Meg's eyes opened. Sun beams seeped through her windows, letting in succulent rays upon her bed. She sighed contently, about to get out of bed. Her hand brushed against a body. Her screams awakened the man asleep beside her. It was Raoul, unclothed and flushed.
"Raoul, what happened…? I… I'm…" she stumbled through her words, with the realization of the last night events.
A moan escaped her as her heart filled with shame. She'd slept with Christine's husband!
"You and Christine are married! Why?" she cried, tears beginning to collect in her eyes as she sat down beside Raoul.
Raoul shook his head, a drunkenly happy smile spreading across his face.
"No, the monster of the night took her away. I was trying to look for them when I stumbled upon your home. I don't care! She must have made love to that dreaded creature! I am as damned as she!" Raoul explained, his voice rising at every sentence.
Meg clung onto him, feeling happy and sad at the same time. She was not too be condemned after all. Yet, guilt still stirred in the pit of her heart.