alrighty ppl on with the story
Meg wached and waited till the coast was clear before leaving Christine's old dressing room and as she walked out she bumped into someone who was none other then the manager himself, Richard DeCliew.
"Where have you been Margarite?" he asked trapping her in a corner.
"Just having some time to myself," the ballerina lied not liking how close the man was getting to her. She desperately tried to find an exit, something told her that she had to get away from him and he wasn't safe.
"Excuse me Monsiour I have to check on my mother," Meg said as she finally managed to quickly slide away from the man and ran off towards her room.
The man just stood there and smiled,"very soon Meg Giry you will be mine."
"Palmira please I told you I'm sorry what do you want me to do?" Cole pleaded to the door to the girl that lay behind it but only recieved silence as a reply. The black angel sighed in defeat he really didn't mean to hurt her like that.
"Give it up boy you screwed up and I've known that girl long enough to know that you should leave her alone when she gets like that," the phantom advised smirking at the scene that play in front of him and pissing off Cole.
"First of all boy I'm older then you by a couple of centuries so shut up and mind your own buisness," the teen replied through gritted teeth.
"Whatever I have to make my rounds," Erik said taking off leaving the angel behind trying to get the girl out of her room, he was stubborn he's give him that.
The phantom watched the rehersals perticularily on a certain ballerina absolutely entranced by the way she preformed her routine. Oh how he wished he could be Meg's partner minus the whole finding men attractive thing no offense to the boy of course.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH,"screamed the siprano Charlotta nearly causing Erik's ears to bleed.
"Charlotta sing lotta and really really suka," a voice beside Erik said drily which he knew all to well.
"Aren't you supposed to be wallowing in self pity back at the cave?" The phantom asked raising an eyebrow at the angel.
"Ha I've been gone for like an hour now, by the way have you seen the new manager? yikes," the angel said making the opera ghost a little curious about who was managing his opera house.
"What do you mean?" he asked,"let's just say if you were to look up the definition for the word 'creepy' in the dictonary you would find his picture right beside it," Palmira said pointing towards the middle aged man."He has been checking out Meg all frekin' day its disturbing, if I were you I'd keep in eye on her," the angel added.
Erik looked down at the manager, yes he was checking out the dancers but he saw no lust or want in his eyes. Looking at Palmira like she was crazy he said,"and I'm the one they say is mad go figure," he said walking away from the girl.
"I'm serious we need to keep close to her somehow,"Palmira said suddenly stopping as Erik did,"what the..,"she started then saw the sign for the mascqurade(sp) and gave the phantomher famous smile and said,"...that will do."
another one bites the dust.. anyway review and tell me what you think, I'm glad so many ppl like my story
