I was dancing that night as I had never danced before. I don't know if it was the sensual music or the knowing that Christine would soon be safe and the Opera Ghost would never harm another person. I had only been gone for a few minuets, to change out of one costume and into the next. I came just as the phantom was pleading with Christine to love him. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same instant.

Feeling my mother near me I looked over to her. She seemed deeply worried and as I look back I knew why. It was like it was in slow motion as Christine's hand flew up and unmasked the phantom. It was horrible, the flesh was so twisted and deformed I could certainly understand why it was hidden under a mask. But I looked past that, because in his eyes there was so much pain. The pain I saw in his eyes was more than I had ever seen in my life…more than in my mother's eyes when my father walked out on us…more than Christine's eyes when she came to the opera house after her father's death. I knew then that every ray of light for him had just been snuffed like a candle.

But as soon as it was there it was gone. Replaced with such rage I felt my self-draw back. How could such a change be made? From such pain, to such madness? Then he proved that he truly had gone mad. He grabbed Christine and cut the rope that held the chandler. The audience was in madness as the scurried there fat rich butts to escape the fall of the chandler. The musicians also had to scramble for there lives, but there I was just watching.

As someone pushed passed my I came out of the trance I had been in. The opera house was on fire and I was just standing there watching it go up in flames! I turned to see my mother talking to Raul. She was going to lead him to the Phantom! Curiosity got to me, I had to know what was going on I ran up the my mother pushing through the panicking people.

"Mother I'll come with you!"

"No Meg you stay here! Come monsieur hurry or we will be too late…and keep your hand at the level of your eyes!"

I turned to see a Mob gathering and fallowing after my mother and Best friends fiancé. Throwing my arms out I tried in vain to stop them. Someone grabbed my hair and pulled my aside. They all push roughly passed me, blood lust in their eyes.

I had to warn the phantom! Wait what? I had to warn who? I must be loosing it…this was the man who just kidnapped my best friend and destroyed the only home I have ever known. I want to warn him? It was crazy, but still I had to do something and soon I would be trapped in the burring building. I had to get out! Running I saw that the exits were blocked by walls of fire. I was trapped! I was surly going to burn to death and no one would ever know what happened to me.

I was near the dressing rooms when it hit me. There was a passageway behind Christine's mirror. I had found it once but my mother had stopped me before I had gone too far, well now was the time to find out where it leads me, besides no matter where I go death is calling my name. I may be able to escape the fires if I go below the opera house.

It was dark…good thing I had remembered at the last moment to grab a candle on my way down. I don't know how far I had gone when I saw the vast lake before me. Its silvery waters were murky and mist hung in the air. Behind me I could hear the Mob coming. How had I gotten in front of them? They way I took must have been shorter...or they kept taking wrong turns.

Taking a deep breath I steeped into the icy water. I gasped as the cold water hit my skin, freezing my blood. No I had to keep going, I had come too far to turn back now, and beside I had nowhere to turn back too. Wading my way I found that the lake stayed at a constant level about waits high. It was so cold that my teeth chattered in my head but I kept going. The water in my shoos made ever steep heavy, but something drove me on. I think it was the thirst for knowledge that keep me going in that icy lake as the burning opera house roared above me.

I saw it! The other shore was in my view. A curtain shifted slightly as it seemed something had disappeared behind it. Pushing forward with even more determination I looked up to see the most beautiful house I had ever seen. Getting out of the lake, the cold forgotten, I set my self in search of any one. But they were gone. One room caught my eye. On a table sat a music box with a monkey in Persian robs sitting on it…net to it lay his mask.

Thank you to thought of you who reviewed my story. I'm have not decided if it's going to be a Meg Erik paring, but I'm mostly going to see where the story takes me. This chapter had a little less talking than I had planed and It was a bit slower that I would have like but please tell me what you think and if you have any plot ideas tell me! Thanks!>