Chapter 2: He's Alone and She's There

Erik tossed his cloak on a chair and removed his red dress coat, then sat down to have a drink. He laughed to himself as he sipped the wine with joy. He lifted the ring and stared at it with complete victory.

" She thinks she can betray me," Erik laughed, " I will show her."

Erik stood up and walked to the water's edge and stared at his reflection and laughed.

" You're a lonely fool," he said to his reflection

Erik then stood and looked at his reflection, sudden joy left his face as he stared. Erik's glass was sat down and he closed his eyes as he felt tears fall from his face. He knew that even if he forced her to marry him, she would be forever spiteful. Erik kicked the water and wiped eyes.

From the distance gazing eyes watched Erik, he laughed, he became angry and he cried. The gazing eyes wished to help and comfort him, but knew he wanted on one's sympathy. They watched him for awhile and then sighed, which allowed Erik to know that there was someone there.

" Who's there?" his voice rang

There was no answer and Erik listened as the gazing eyes stared at him. He walked in the direction of the sigh and smelt a sweet smell of perfume. He knew this smell belonged to someone familiar. There was but one person who wore this perfume.

" Come out, I know you're there," Erik said, " Do not be afraid come out now."

Erik walked closer and the gazing eyes pulled away, Erik heard the flutter of a dress and the chimes of a necklace. He vanished from sight and the gazing eyes looked about, until a hand rested on their shoulder.

" I knew it was you," his voice whispered

A scream escaped his stalker's lips and Erik chuckled. He grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her into the light.

" Mademoiselle what brings you here?" he questioned

Her white dress caught the light and her jewelry sparkled. Erik looked at her and turned away hissing at her.

" Do you have a problem with your hearing?" Erik questioned, " This cellar is forbidden."

" It never use to be," she said

" It is now," Erik growled

She backed off and looked at him, he still wore his red attire and skull mask. His showing flesh was flushed slightly from the excitement and wine. She folded her hands into one another as she stood there, like a doll waiting to be noticed on a shelf. Erik walked around her and she became nervous.

" Does your mother know your here?" he asked

" No," she whispered

" Then if you scream she will not hear you," Erik replied

" You wouldn't hurt me," she replied

Erik chuckled and touched her chin and she met his eyes. Erik turned her head as though he were examining her. She looked at him and grabbed his hand off her face.

" Why are you down here?" he asked

" Your disappointed in Christine, I know," she replied

" You know nothing," Erik snapped

" I know that you love her and that your jealous of Raoul," she said

Erik hissed at her and pushed her away and lifted his glass up. She walked towards him as he sipped the wine.

" I came to see if you were well?" she said

" If I was well?" he question, " And why would you want to know that?"

She sighed and walked towards him and pulled his glass down from his lips.

" Cause your hurt," she said

Erik looked at her and questioned, " Are you intrigued with me young Giry? Am I a man that you fantasize about? Do I make your innocent little mind turn against your morals?"
Erik came close to her and she breathed deep and then narrowed her eyes at him. She slapped his glass from his hand and the wine glass flew sideways. Erik turned towards her and narrowed his eyes.

" Drunken bastard," Meg said

Erik grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the passageway.

" Get out of my sight," Erik growled, " I don't need your company…I don't need anyone's company."
" No one but hers right?" Meg spat

" Shut up!" Erik shouted

He was about to slap her and then he looked at Meg as she stood there. His hand shook and he forced her back.

" Stay away, or I shall not me merciful," Erik said

Meg looked at him and turned away running down the hall. Erik breathed deep and looked at the shattered wine glass. The red wine stained the ground and he sighed. Erik walked to his room and dressed in his casual clothing.

" Young Giry you have nerve," Erik hissed

Meg fled to the dormitories and fell on her bed and began to sob. A gentle hand rested on her shoulders and she looked up. Her mother sat beside her and Meg embraced her mother.

" What makes you so upset?" Madame Giry asked

" He's so stubborn Mama," Meg whispered, " He's such an idiot."

" Most men are my darling, but what does he possess that you has falling in love?" her mother asked

" Everything," Meg whispered, " he's full of mystery."