AN: Whee thanks to all my reviewers! You guys really inspire me to write more, mwah!
meghankatherin - Wow, I'm honored to have my fic be the first E/M fic you've read. :D Glad that you like it so far!
XxDallysGirl4Life-x-GerrysLoveTartxX - don't worry, Erik won't be doing anything like that in this fic!
jeevesandwooster - lol, there's a lot of weird formatting things, isn't there? I keep finding one with each new upload, it's like "let's guess what weird formatting problem I'll have with this update!"
...man, I use a lot of exclamation marks.
reviews, advice, etc.are always appreciated :D
Meg sunk slowly to the floor with her shoulders slumped forward. Her hands hurt from repeatedly banging on the door. She even tried kicking it, but nothing made a difference.
"Oh…what to do?" She whispered to herself forlornly, feeling desperately alone and abandoned. Who knew how long the phantom would choose to keep her here as his prisoner? What if he never let her go?
When would she see the light of day again? What about mother and Christine? Would she be forced to spend her life with someone who didn't even want her company? She was sure he was cruel enough to keep her here, as long as she suffered…
Being absolutely lost with no answers in sight, Meg Giry let herself curl up on the floor and weep.
Erik angrily scrawled on a couple of measures on the parchment paper as he ignored the racket coming from Meg's room..
He was so insulted by her foolishness, her impudence. He had always considered Mme. Giry a sensible and disciplined woman who would raise her daughter up properly, but tonight's events had shown him otherwise. No worries, he thought as he smirked; he'd teach her daughter not to steal or to lie…especially when it came to the Phantom of the opera.
Lost in his feelings of ire, he threw his fountain pen aside and tore the composition apart. It didn't matter…he hadn't been able to write anything acceptable a while after Christine left anyway…
He fought to keep the thoughts away…
Christine…
Suddenly it felt as if there were a small needle embedded in his chest that pierced deep inside his heart with every single breath. The all too familiar feelings of anger, shame, and despair coalesced to form a heavy weight dragging him down, deeper into the darkness of the night…
Getting up from his organ, he staggered to his room to suffer in silence.
AN: Gah, I know I'm horrible and rotten for just leaving this chapter so short, but I felt that it was a good place to end the chapter. (go dramatic pauses!) Dun kill me, I will update again later today (prolly not till a lot later tho..I'm pretty busy during the day, sob), so check again tomorrow! I've already got more than half of the next chapter done, sooooo yes. It has some sort of vague E/M fluff. It's like..fluff light? (is hoping that will compensate for short chapter)