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A/N: Thank you too all those that reviewed! It really inspires me to write more. I'm sorry about the long wait, but I've been busy moving into my dad's house and hooking up my comp to the internet. I hope this chapter is worth the wait!

She'll Always Be There Dancing 'Round In My Head

Chapter 2

Over the next couple of days I went to see Meg dance during the late hours of the night. By the third day she discovered she had an audience. She was singing softly and I couldn't help but sing with her. When she heard my voice along with hers, she stopped and spun around, finding me quickly. She wasn't surprised to find me, more like curious.

"I was wondering when you would find me," she said.

I had no reply, so she turned back to her dancing. I walked into the room and sat in a chair in the corner and sang with her. I was transfixed by her dancing. Her part in the upcoming Il Muto should be larger, but I had been too absorbed with finding a way to get that cow, Carlotta, off the stage that I completely forgot about her part.

When she was finished, she grabbed her belongings and turned to look at me. She gave me this look that asked if she would see me tomorrow. I nodded. She smiled a small smile and left. She wanted to see me, and she wasn't afraid of the infamous Opera Ghost. I was impressed.

We met a few more times before the performance. We became very close friends. I told her of my underground house, my music, and my love of Christine. It was unusual for me to open up so much to someone. She also told me things about herself. She told me that she learned to sing from the previous Prima Donna, before Carlotta came into the picture. As for her talent in dancing, well, she just said that her hard work, dedication, and her mother's persistence were all a part of how good she was today. She also offered to help me win the heart of Christine.

We talked, sang, and danced. I know I don't come off as the dancing type, but I'm pretty good at it.

"She's really lucky to have you," Meg said. "If you're going to do something sweet, just make sure it involves flowers. She loves flowers. And chocolate."

"I'll try to remember that," I said.

"Well I have to get going," she suddenly blurted. We both stood. I walked her to the dorms.

"Good luck tomorrow," I said.

"Thank you,' she replied. "Goodnight."

I bowed and said, "Goodnight."

As I walked off she called me.

"Erik," she called. I turned. "I'm glad we're friends. I haven't been able to talk to anyone like we have. Not even Christine."

I nodded and smiled. "You're welcome. Goodnight."

She smiled and disappeared into the room.

I walked off, her words echoing in my mind.

'I'm glad we're friends…'

Friends. I grinned at the thought. No one had ever wanted to be my friend…

The night of the performance finally arrived. Before going to switch Carlotta's spray, I delivered a white rose to Meg, and a red rose to Christine. Their performances would be spectacular, I was sure.

I heard the overture start, so I rushed towards the stage. When I got there I waited for awhile until Carlotta's henchwoman put down the case that held her spray. I quietly switched them and made my way to the dome, since my managers had so rudely forgotten my request to leave box five empty.

Once standing on the walkway around the dome, I watched the opening. The singers came out and told the audience of the queen's affair, and meg came dancing out. A smile came on my face as she came out. She looked beautiful.

Soon the bed curtains were drawn back to reveal Carlotta and Christine. Christine looked nice, but it was nothing compared to meg's beauty. I still smiled at seeing both on stage together. My smile disappeared, however, when Piangi smacked her backside.

They did their little number, and I could no longer stand Carlotta's "singing". I looked towards box five. I noticed the figure of the man that had bought my seat.

"Did I not instruct that box five was to be kept empty?" I asked, my voice echoing throughout the theater, causing people to look around in fear.

I smirked in satisfaction. I noticed Carlotta go offstage, most likely to spray her throat. Perfect. She came back out and got ready to start the scene again. She resumed her singing when a croak came out of her mouth. The audience laughed I went down to the rafters to watch the ballet.

I only wanted to watch Meg, but that fool, Bouquet, kept looking for me. I decided to give him what he wanted. I chased him around for awhile, until I finally got the opportunity to rid the world of this womanizer. When I let him go, his body fell to the stage. I held onto the rope for a few seconds before I let him drop.

Everyone screamed and the dancers onstage panicked. I looked to Meg and her eyes briefly caught mine. Her look asked "why?" while my look was apologetic. I turned to go to the roof, the sounds of chaos following me all the way.

Once on the roof I waited. I knew Christine would come up here to feel safe. A few minutes later she opened the door and stepped through. My spirits fell when I saw the boy with her. Raoul, I believe his name was.

They were talking, Raoul doubting that I existed. She began to tall him of my cruelty and of my deformity. She told him how ugly I was, and how she would never forget my hideousness. Then she said, "yet in his eyes, all the sadness in the world…those pleading eyes that both threaten and adore…"

Her words, while touching, were soon forgotten. Her words earlier had already done their damage. She thought I was a monster. Raoul began to speak words of comfort to her. He said that he would take care of her, and that he would love her. She eventually gave into his words and began to add words of her own, saying that she wanted to be with him.

My heart broke even more. They eventually left me alone; their words were all I heard. Promises to never leave each other, promises that I had offered, but went unheard. I picked up the rose that Christine had abandoned while in her trance brought on by the Vicomte's words.

I began to weep, but suddenly my anger boiled over. I swore that they would regret the day they went against me. Granted, I was still heartbroken, but my anger outweighed my pain.

I fled from the roof and headed back to my home. I had some planning to do, but before I went down, I had to find Meg. She could help me. I knew she would, for she had the kindness of her mother.

I found her coming out of the dorms, no doubt comforting the younger dancers. I rushed towards her and grabbed her by the hand. She let out a surprised gasp, but relaxed as she realized who I was. I led her to Christine's room (I knew she wouldn't be there, riding the boy's "finest horses" and all) and opened the door, going inside quickly.

"Erik?" she asked. "What's wrong?"

I immediately broke into tears. Then Meg did something I never expected. She pulled me into a hug. I was a bit shocked. No one had ever hugged me before. It was nice.

Ten minutes later my sobs ceased. I looked at Meg and she smiled. I was a wonderful site.

"You alright now?" she questioned.

"Yes," I responded. I realized that there was a smile upon my face as well. "Come, I am in need of your help."

She tilted her head in question. I didn't answer; I just pulled her into the passageway behind the mirror. I told her of the events on the roof once we were in the safety of my home. She gasped.

"So you need my help," she realized. "Why?"

My only response was to smirk.

A/N: Done! How did you all like this chapter? Good? Yes? No? Please review! I love reviews and they make me want to update sooner! I'm sorry for the wait, again. I'll try to get the next chapter up soon. I already have up to chapter five written, I just need to type them. PLEASE REVIEW! Till next time kiddies! "Buffy- So you three have banded together to be what? Pains in my ass?"