Sorry it has taken so long to get this chapter up been having issues with the family, sighs but anyway heres the chapter, hope you enjoy, thanks to my reviewers.


Chapter 8 - the past

Erik and Meg woke up slightly later than normal the next day, and they just lay in for a few hours discussing the wedding, and if they should ask Christine to come, and if so where they would find her. Meg knew that having Raoul come to the wedding was out of the question, so she thought it better not to ask.

Erik soon got up and made some breakfast for Meg and himself, and they sat at the dining table opposite each other. Occasionally Meg would stare at Erik and smile to herself at the thought that they would be married in a few months, and Erik did exactly the same thing until they caught each others gaze. Erik smiled at her and pressed a gentle kiss on her lips over the table, then cleared away the dishes,

'Meg darling? Would you like me to compose something for our wedding, or would you like the traditional wedding march?'

'Oh Erik, it would be great if you could compose something, it would make it even more special,' Meg said as she sat down on Erik's lap,

'It's sorted then, I will get to work on it tomorrow, but today we need to design you a wedding dress!' Meg's eyes widened at the thought of having a dress made just for her, she kissed Erik on the lips as a reply.

After a few hours of designing, Meg decided on a dress, made of silk, it was a creamy in colour and had thin criss-crossed straps up her back.

'Erik its, wonderful, thank-you,' she said throwing her arms around his neck,

'It was my pleasure, you're going to look even more beautiful, which I didn't think was possible,' he whispered in her ear. Not being able to hold back any longer, they forced their lips onto each others and their tongues met as if dancing with each other, suddenly after moments, both pulled apart gasping for air. Meg giggled innocently, catching her breath. Suddenly Meg felt a pair of strong arms around her waist, and suddenly she was cradled in Erik's arms,

'Erik, what are you doing?' Meg chuckled

'You're to sing for me,' Erik stated in a deep voice,

'Why?'

'Because you have a nice voice dear, if I haven't said so before.'

'Well you must be insane to think that,'

'My dear, I assure you I am not insane,' Erik smirked, the only that would make him insane if Meg where to leave him.

Soon they were sitting at the organ bench as Meg's beautiful voice filled the lair with a sweet melody, which was their first mistake. After a few minutes of fooling around on the organ bench, Meg accidentally knocked a jet black vase, with dark roses placed in it, over on the organ, pieces of black flew everywhere,

'Oh Erik I'm so sorry, I'll clean it up…' Meg stood and started to picked up little shards of glass,

'Meg! Stop, you'll cut yourself, he knelt down by Meg and made her drop she glass,

'I will clean it up tomorrow, Now you need to your rest, let's go to bed.'

Shortly Meg went to bed, followed by Erik. Sleep soon over took them and they both fell to sleep in a peaceful slumber, but Meg after hours was woken by a splashing sound outside the door, sleepily she rose from their bed, careful not to wake Erik, who was sleeping like a baby. She drifted over to the door in a daze, and opened the door to find a man standing right infront of her, dressed all in black, but the first thing Meg noticed was the sharp object in his hand. A dagger. She tried to scream but no sound came and before she knew it his hand was round her mouth so she couldn't make a sound and she was being dragged towards the waters edge, he tied her feet together with rope, and did the same with her hands, he used a black ribbon over her mouth, so it was impossible to speak, or cry for help.

The man picked Meg up viciously, and dropped her in the gondola, but before he began to row Meg managed to throw herself into the water, frantically trying to get away, back to Erik. Meg jumped her way over to the organ where she had broken the vase the night before, and shakily tried to cut her ropes that bound her feet and arms, with success she untied the ribbon over her mouth,

'ERIK!' she cried and ran to their bedroom, and was followed by the madman.

She ran into the bedroom to find Erik awake and dressed, it looked like he was…..preparing a lasso.

'Erik, that man, he's…'

Erik walked furiously past her, with his black lasso.

Meg slouched towards the floor, as she heard the choking cries from the man, and the pleads of mercy he begged, but soon it was over, he was dead and moments later Erik appeared in the doorway to see a tear-stained faced Meg, sitting on the floor, their eyes met and he threw his muscular arms around her shaky frame,

'Erik, I…I thought he was going to kill me…' she said in an almost silent whisper,

'I wouldn't have let that happen, anyway he wanted you for your voice.'

Meg looked at him in the eyes confused,

'How do you know?'

'I knew that man, some thought he was rather insane, he used to own a small opera house the other side of France, he knew my mother, she was an opera singer at the Japonica as it was called, when she was pregnant with me, she had to leave, and planned to go back after birth.' Erik stopped to sigh, 'but when she saw me, she went into deep depression, and her manager wouldn't leave her alone after she announced that she would not be going back to the opera house, he needed a main star, and he didn't have one so after I moved to Persia in my teenage years, I read in a newspaper about her being kidnapped when I got back to France, she probably disserved it after the abuse she put me through…But yes, he wanted her for her voice. My bet is that he heard you last night, or maybe one of the times before, when you have sang for me, and has truly gone insane to think that he could steal you for his Japonica.' After his explanation Meg flew her arms around Erik's neck and whispered in his ear, 'I'm so glad I have you, you're my world…'