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Palmira returned to the phantom's home to find the angel of death exactly where she left him banging on the door begging for forgiveness. She shook her head in shame as she walked towards Cole and cleared her throat loudly to get his attention.

The teen looked at her surprised," what the...weren't you just...how'd you do that?" he asked surprised that she was in front of him.

She leaned over to his ear and whispered," a magician never revels her secrets," she said then stepped away grinning evilly,"besides I know how you can make it up to me."

"Why do I feel I'm not going to like this?" the angel of death said drily.

Meg sat in front of her vanity brushing her hair until she found herself suddenly blinded by a pair of leather gloves.

"Do you ever grow up Erik?" the ballerina teased as she turned to the man,"really you haven't done that since we were children," she added laughing.

"Well I was going to ask if you would accompany me to the mascqurade but I wouldn't want you to be seen with a child," the phantom teased playing along.

"How considerate of you," Meg giggled and then gently pulled off his mask and gently kissed him catching him off guard.

After they pulled apart Erik looked at her and said," I'll take that as a yes," and quickly kissed her again before disappearing into the darkness of the Opera house.

Night of the Mascqurade...

Erik and Meg had been dancing for well over half an hour and enjoying themselves.

"Should Palmira be here?" Meg asked behind her blue and gold mask which matched her flowing gown. "Should being the key word," The phantom replied behind the skull mask, he also wore a black and red suit. Meg inturrupted him and pointed towards the staircase.

the phantom turned and automaticly his jaw dropped," she just couldn't hide the wings could she?" Erik said watching her and Cole descend the stairs.

Palmira smiled at him as she glided down the staircase in her gold gown(think of the dress from ever after)and her wings stiking out from behind it like a sore thumb. She held a white mask in front of her face with gold along the edge of it with her dark brown curls curved around her face, her white gloved hand held by Cole's black gloved hand. The young mn had his hair slicked back like Erik's but and wore a similar masc to Palmira's except his was black and rimmed with silver, he was dressed in pure black including his long cape matching his midnight wings that were just as noticable as the girl's.

"Good evening all," The angel greeted the couple and chuckled at Erik's expression,"what's with the face dude? You act like you've never seen an angel before," she teased.

"Don't mind him your beautiful Palmira," Meg complimented grabbing the phantom's hand. Soon the music started and the couples began dancing long into the night.

Far off Monsieur DeCliew watched Erik and Meg dance jealously,"I'll end this here," the man said walking towards the happy couple full of rage. Before Erik knew what was happening he dropped to the ground by a sudden force that came out of nowhere.

The phantom looked up to see the manager standing over him in disgust and Meg standing in shock.

"Can I help you Monsieur?" Erik hissed standing up to the man who was no taller then him. The middle aged man just stood their and smirked.

palmira quickly came over to the scene,"Erik are you alright?" she said looking at her charge concerned. After she turned her attention back to the manager,"and just what is your problem?this manhas done nothing to you," she scowlded

"You are mistaken madmoiselle he is no man," DeCliew saaid ripping the mask from the phantom's face,"he is a monster," he finished as everyone gasped in fear except Meg, Cole and Palmira. The angel just looked at him with piercing green eyes making theopera managerback up slightly in fear.

"How dare you? Who are you to say who is the man and who is the animal? I think you sir have made it quite clear who the animal was with your little outburst there. So you tell me what kind of french gentlemen go around punching random strangers, what would you say if I started doing it to you huh, huh," as Palmira did this she merclessly shoved the man further and further back until she had him in a corner.

"That's enough Palmira," the angel turned to the voice which belonged to Erik who was currently covering the side of his face."He's right I am a monster I don't belong here," he said as he began to walk away until He felt a tug on his arm.

"Erik stop," Meg pleaded looking into his golden eyes which were full of pain and sadness."No Meg as I must go where I belong you must remain where you do, i'm sorry," Erik said as he removed her arm and walked away.

"Cole you better go," Palmira said going after Erik, he quickly grabbed her arm,"I want to help," he said seriously. She smiled and gave his hand a comforting squeeze,"no need I'll be alright just go back for now please," he begged hoping he would make this easy for her.

Reluctantly he nodded,"thankyou," she said quickly before running after the Phantom.

Richard quickly recovered 'that was the scariest woman I have ever seen. I hope no one notices the mess i've made of myself' he thought looking down to the wet spot on the front of his pants. Quickly he covered it up and strolled over to Meg.

"Come my dear I shall walk you back to your room you look flushed," Monsieur DeCliew said evilly but before could reject the man grbbed her arm and led her off.


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