Chapter one

''Meg, are you paying any attention!'' Meg snapped out of her thought and looked to her mother.

''Forgive me mother.'' She looked down as her mother approached her. Her mother shook her head and sighed.

''Really Meg! Concentrate more, my daughter, if you wish to get a bigger role.''

''I know mother.'' She again said, her gaze fixed to the floor. Madame Giry raised up her chin to make her look at her and said:

''And always look at me. No matter how much you might be afraid of the punishment you might receive, never look down. That is the easiest way to show your vulnerable.'' Meg frowned.

''I am surely not vulnerable mother!'' Madame Giry now smiled.

''That is my girl. Pay more attention next time.'' As her mother turned to leave, Meg called out to her:

''Mother?'' Madame Giry turned to look at her.

''Yes?'' Meg walked closer to her and whispered:

''Has anyone found Jeanne?'' Madame Giry looked down worriedly, knowing her daughter would have asked her.

''No...She still hasn't been found.''

''Mother, whats going on?'' Madame Giry looked around and came closer to her daughter.

''Jeanne is the third ballerina that went missing today. You have heard of the other two have you?''

''Yes, Isabelle and Blanche.'' Madame Giry fell silent.

''Mother...What happened to them?...Mother..!'' Meg spoke desperately.

''They're dead Meg...'' she whispered and added: ''It seems he is not dead. I am sure he is the one who killed them.''

''The Phantom..?'' Madame Giry nodded and quickly said:

''Do not speak of this to anyone. I overheard the managers.The Phantom already sent them threating notes not to interfier. He will kill them otherwise...Just like he killed those girls.''

''But how can they keep this a secret?''

''I do not know. I just know that i don't want you to interfier and to always stay close by my side.'' As her mother started to walk away, Meg quickly followed her and grabbed her by her arm:

''Mother...I can't just go on like I haven't heard any of this! What about my friends!''

''Do not tell them Meg!...He hears everything, my child. You must be quiet so he doesn't hear you!'' Madame Giry quickly left, leaving her daughter scared and confused.

Jeanne Tieure had been found dead in her dressing room and the rumours were already spreading trough the entire opera house. Meg knew that everyone would soon blame him; the Phantom. Meg quickly got up and paced about her room, trying to figure out something that came from this whole situation. He had killed, she knew that, but what had happened that he turned his eye on the ballerinas? She looked to the mirror on her dressing room table and somehow rememebered Christine. She rememebred what kind of dressing room she had with the large mirror taking up half of the right wall.

''Christine...Why aren't you here now?'' she took a deep breath and picked up the things she had to cary back home. Then, she ntoiced the white mask that laid on her dressing table. She took it the night of the Don Juan Triumphant...She stared at it for a moment and then took it in to her hands. She wondered why he had to wear one, she wondered why she even took the mask! She shook her head and out the mask back on to the dressing table. She quickly left the room and shut the door behind her. She then looked to the left. She knew Christine's former dressing room was there. Maybe...She shook her head, but then looked around. Her mother was waiting for her, so she would have to hurry. She quickly walked over to the room and opened the door. She entered it as quietly as she could, as if Christine was still there, waiting for her, like she always did after every performance. Meg looked around the room, feeling sadness come to her heart. She knew Christine had left with Raoul, moved away far from Paris. She sat down on the chair and looked around the four walls again. Her eyes then fell upon the large mirror. She couldn't help, but be dazzled by the how strange the glass looked to her. It almost swirled like a mirage would in the heat of the desert. For a moment, she even thought she saw a face, but she quickly shook her head and almost laughed at herself.

'Yes, i see my face!' she thought.

''So stupid..!'' she said outloud and quickly left the room. Still, the rippled glass did reveal Erik's golden eyes, who always watched his Opera house. Every corner was his to study and to observe.

'Meg Giry...'

'My dearest managers, it has come to my attention that the Opera is talking of Jeanne Tieure. So I see that no trust should be put in you! But I am willing to give you another chance. Send me the young Meg Giry; I wish to see her and to speak with her. You are to inform her immediately as soon as you get this message. If you do not, your faiths will be the same as those of the ballerinas! O.G.'' Dubiene, one of the two new managers, read the note outloud and felt his voice shake as he did. Meg said nothing. She kept starring down at the floor. Madame Giry had lots to say though: ''No, no, no! I will not have my daughter risk her life for you miseours! Fire me if you will, but my daughter will not be going down there!'' ''Madame..!'' Dubiene tried to reassure her, but Madame Giry interfiered: ''No, miseour Dubiene, my daughter will not do this!'' ''Stop it mother!'' everyone in the room looked at the small Meg Giry suprised. ''What did you say..!'' Madame Giry spoke, but rather quietly, she being the one to be most suprised. ''I said, stop it! I will make the choice of going or not...If these men's lives are at stake and the ones of my friends and fellow ballerinas...I will go down there.'' ''No, Meg! You know that he can easily kill you! You mean nothing to him unless you have the name Christine Daae!'' Meg looked at her mother rather angrily now. ''I don't think we would be in this situation if it wasn't for her...!'' Meg was rather suprised by what she had siad. All this time she had been protecting her friend, but now she was protecting him! ''Mother...You must trust me.'' Meg took her mother's hands and spoke: ''Let me go and speakw ith him. Let me see what has driven him to such madness and maybe I can save lives.'' Madame Giry spoke nothing for some time. Then, she finally said, embracing her daughter tightly: ''If he lays a hand on you, I will come down there and confront him myself!'' ((AN: I know it's a short chapter, but I wrote the prolouge and I just had to add a chapter to it. So here guys, hope you enjoy it. Chpater 2 will come up soon))