Chapter Three: Questions, Attempted Escaped, and a Prisoner

Meg woke the next morning vaguely remembering what had happened the night before. All she could remember was going down to the Phantoms lair with the mob searching for Christine. She pushed those thoughts away while trying to focus on where she was. She searched the room that she was in. She noticed a few candles placed upon a small table in the corner of the room showing that the room she was in was the size of her own bedroom. Next to the table was an occupied chair. There was a figure of a person dressed in black evening wear sitting in the chair. The one thing that stood out the most was a white porcelain mask covering half of the persons face. Two piercing amber eyes stared hard at her. Right then she knew who this person was. It was the Opera Ghost. Her memories from the previous night came flooding back into her mind. The Opera Ghost attempted to kill her.

He stood up and slowly started to walk towards her. She tried to get up but immediately found out that she was unable to stand. Her feet and wrists were tied making it impossible for her to stand. The only thing she could do was stare at her captor. He came up to her and knelt beside her. His burning eyes seemed to stare right into her soul. There were flickers of anger, confusion, and depression in his eyes. He opened his mouth attempting to speak but then quickly closed it trying to find the right words. Meg was very uncomfortable under his harsh gaze and she started to fidget.

"What were you doing in my lair?" he asked coldly, finally breaking the uneasy silence.

She tried to speak but the words caught in her throat. She was frightened of this man. She knew he could do anything to her and no one would know. 'How stupid I was to come down here. Your curiosity got the best of you again Little Meg' she thought to herself.

"I'll ask you again, what were you doing in my lair?" he said clearly annoyed.

"I-I came looking f-for Christine, Monsieur," she whispered shakily. His eyes narrowed and she saw sparks of rage and hatred build up in them.

"Your friend is safe with her precious vicomte," he spat the word as if it were a bad taste in his mouth. Relief flooded through Meg knowing that her friend was safe and unharmed.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Meg, Monsieur."

"You shouldn't have come down here, mademoiselle. Your mother must be very worried about you."

"You know my mother?" she asked surprise. How did she manage to come into this mans life?

"Yes. She helped me years ago, and I repaid my debt to her by not killing you when I easily could have in the tunnel. Now there is nothing holding me back," he said coldly, a smirk appearing on his face.

Meg watched him as he pulled out a small dagger from underneath his cloak. Her eyes widened as he came closer to her. 'This is it. He is going to kill me.' He reached out and took hold of her arm and turned her around. He cut the ropes that bound her wrists and then the ones on her feet. He got up and walked back over to his chair.

Meg never felt so shaken in her life. She thought she was going to die but fortunately he freed her of the ropes. She watched him walk back to his chair and sit down. He closed his eyes deep in thought. She wondered what was going to happen to her. She looked around the room and spotted a door. She could quietly get to the door and out of this retched place. Her ballet skills had made her quite graceful and quiet and her legs could easily carry her fast. The only thing is that she had no idea of what was outside that door. It could be a maze of tunnel and she could get easily lost and never get found. She made her decision and stood up. Quickly and quietly she made her way to the door. She saw the bolt and as quietly as she could tried to lift it out of place. She almost had it out when a strong hand wrapped around her wrist.

"And where do you think you're going, mademoiselle?" he said, his voice dripping with venom. He threw her on the floor and put the bolt back into place. She stood up and started backing away from him as he walked towards her. There wasn't a lot of space to back up and she soon hit the wall behind her. Before she could do anything, he had her pinned to the wall in an instant.

"You, my dear, are not going anywhere. I'm sure if I let you go you will run off and tell everyone. Soon everyone would be after me and try to kill me. That's what you want, isn't it?" he said harshly.

"No! I swear to you that I won't tell a soul."

"Lies!" he screamed, tightening his grip on her wrists. "I know you. You are one of the gossiping ballet rats. Don't assume that I haven't heard all the stories you tell to the younger rats about me. I know all that goes on in this Opera House. As I've told you before, my debt to your mother is paid and there is nothing holding me back. You will stay down here and become a prisoner of hell, just like me, until your dying day," saying that, he let go of her wrists and walked back to his chair.

Meg sank to the ground crying silent tears until exhaustion took control of her body and fell asleep.

I wrote this chapter last night and I was going to post it but my floppy disk got messed up and it wouldn't let the chapter pop up. My dad did get most of it down except for the last few paragraphs. I tried to remember as best I could and I believe I got it down. I hoped you like this chapter cuz it took a lot of work. Seriously. Okay….so review and tell me what you think. Next chapter will be up sooner than you think.