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Meg Giry raced with all her speed down the broad steps to the Phantom's lair. Her best friend was down there. With that…that…thing. Without bothering to look for another way she jumped into the water. As she did so she was consumed by thoughts of the Phantom. His face, was so… She couldn't think of the word. She barely saw anything anyway. It wasn't worth commenting on.
Erik went through the mirror but came back mere moments later. His mask was missing. He ran to his room and grabbed another off of his desk. It was the one he had worn to the Bal Masque when he appeared as Red Death and forced the managers (a sword-point nonetheless) to perform his opera. He was on his way out when a little blonde body came flying at him.
Meg realized the mistake she had made coming the minute her body hit his. When she finally looked up at him from the floor where she was thrown, the look in his eyes both terrified and confused her to no end. She found herself trembling with fear. However he looked as though he had been crying, and seeing how Christine was not with him, she supposed that he had. "Did she," was all she could manage to say. The look he gave her for speaking was answer enough.
Anger, fury, hurt, all flashed through his eyes the moment she was part of the conversation. Why couldn't this little ballet rat let him be? Why must she remind him of the wound inflicted upon his heart mere moments before? Then Erik stopped to look at the little blonde girl. It took a few seconds before he realized, not only was it not a little girl but a woman, but it was also Meg Giry. He had watched her grow up. He had watched her dance. Her blue eyes were filled with fear as he looked down upon her. "Do you see her here, ballet rat?" He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Meg started to reply but then realized that he was being sarcastic. She then decided that it was time to get off of the floor. By this point she was wet and cold, however, she doubted that this was why she was trembling. He scared her. She knew that he scared her and she was determined not to let it show. Although try as she might, she was failing. She looked him straight in the eye and fainted.
Erik could here the mob coming. He knew he had to leave but he couldn't leave her here. He owed Madame Giry. He carefully picked up the limp, wet, dancer and began to run through the tunnel. He knew the passage like the back of his hand so he let his mind wander. She weighs nothing…she was actually quite heavy. As the thoughts passed through his mind he looked upon her unconscious form and noticed her light blue eyes flitter open, only to close again when she realized she was in his arms. Him. The Phantom. He was disgusted with himself. How could she see anything different?