Just to make sure everyone knows…. Sadly, I own nothing and nobody, but April.

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Chapter 2 His Secret

That evening, after the opera, Erik watched April through her mirror. He controlled himself from trying to repeat what he had already done. She walked over to the mirror wearing the slip that was under her costume. The door opened, surprising Erik who was watching April intently. Meg Giry was standing in the doorway. The two friends smiled at each other.

"Come here, Meg," April said. "Could you unlace me?" she added, meaning her corset. His deep blue eyes outlined her body. "She's so perfect."

Meg nodded as she walked over to her. "Wow! This is tight! Who laced you?" Smirking, April said, "Your mother." The two girls laughed.

When she finally finished, they took of the corset, and she let out a breath. They went and jumped onto April's bed. Finally, their giggle fit ended. Meg's face turned serious as she looked around the room.

"What is it?" April asked curiously. She shook her head. "Come on! Tell me." Erik could predict what she was going to bring up; him.

"Alright," Meg started. "Before the fire, did you hear anything about," she paused. "the Phantom of the Opera?" Erik sighed, "Here we go..."

"Well, I heard some stories, but nothing believable. I mean, they all said that the fire was caused by the chandelier falling, which he made happen." She slowed down when she saw the look on her friend's face. "Is that true, Meg?"

Meg told her the tale of the Phantom of the Opera. She said everything she knew. And she knew much more than many other people did. When she told the part of the gypsies and the 'Devil's Child', April's usually bright eyes were filled with pity.

"And Christine left him?" She asked when the story was over. Erik's eyes closed at the sound of her name, but then opened back up quickly. She was actually talking about him.

"But that's terrible! Just think of how he might've felt."

"April, I think you're confused. It was terrible for Christine. He abducted her during a performance! Thank goodness Raoul had saved her."

There was silence between the two of them. Erik was about to leave when Meg said, "It's late, April. I'm going to go to bed. Goodnight." She hugged her and left. Erik turned back to look at the beautiful girl. She had to be at least nineteen.

Then he sat back down and watched her. She started humming. Erik's blue eyes widened. It was "Angel of Music", a song that he and Christine sang together. How could she know it? Meg had taught it to her, but he didn't know that. Fighting the urge to sing it with her, he put his head in his hands.

"Why do you taunt me so?" His eyes started to sting as tears started to blur his vision, but he didn't let them fall. April stopped and Erik looked at her.

"I would have chosen him…" she whispered. He couldn't believe what he had just heard! Thinking that he was imagining things He left to go to sleep.

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