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3. The Angel Sees

So I did exactly what I said I would; I bided my time. I have no idea how many hours passed, but I waited until the cave fell silent and all was still. It was time to seek my revenge. I carefully peeked outside the curtain again. He was STILL sitting at the organ. Did this man ever sleep? I looked a bit closer. The opera ghost seemed immersed in whatever he was doing. Christine had mentioned before how when he was composing he would become completely engrossed in the music, almost oblivious to anything and everything around him. She had told me that was how she had gotten the chance to see his face. I smiled to myself. This could definitely be used to my advantage. I watched in anticipation as he brought his hands to the keys once more. He finally began to play. My grin widened. It was time for revenge.

I carefully crept out of my room, being meticulously careful not to disturb anything and praying that I still maintained my grace as a ballerina. My heart began to beat harder and faster with every step I took. I was only a few feet away from my goal, but the strangling itself would be difficult, for his neck appeared to be very wide. Something on the rocks caught my eye. His lasso! I wanted to laugh out loud. Of all the times that the Phantom had to be careless it was the time when he would meet his demise. I picked up the heavy rope and prepared the noose. I hoped this would work. But as I approached him, I stopped for a moment, mesmerized by his hands and his music. The harsh chords from his opera somehow blended together, creating an intense harmony that shook my senses and my soul. His hands danced over the keyboard, caressing the ivory keys with an uncanny gentleness. How could a monster create something so… beautiful? It was almost a shame to end this talent. Wait, why did I pity him? I shouldn't be. I swallowed what felt like a wad of cotton and poised my hands so that the noose would fall over his head. I had never thought that I would every actually kill someone, but this man deserved the exception. So why was I hesitating? Why was revenge so hard to get? My mind was screaming 'do it Meg! It's not hard! You hate him! Kill that monster!' while the sympathy in my heart was crying not to. I pushed it all away with a firm resolve to kill him. What was I waiting for?

'DO IT!'

I dropped the noose, clumsily fooling with the rest of the lasso. Instantly the Phantom snapped out of his trance. He pulled the lasso off of his neck while my hands continued to fumble hopelessly with his weapon. Fear was rapidly taking over. Swiftly, one large and strong hand caught both of my tiny wrists, constricting them in another powerful, yet merciless grip. He brought me closer so that his penetrating blue eyes could burn their fury into my own.

"So you tried to punjab the Phantom of the Opera, eh Little Giry!" he growled in my face. I was more scared in my life than I had ever been. I was surely going to die; I knew I would. He would not bother to keep me here after my pathetic attempt at murder. I would only become another of his victims and there was no one on earth to save me. "If it was not for your mother than I would surely kill you. Don't EVER even think that you will be able to get away with that again! Do you understand me!"

Tears of fright had steadily made their way down my face. How could he switch moods like that so quickly? A moment ago he had been touching the organ with an infinite amount of gentleness and the next he was a raging demon. I shook my head like an obedient child, absolutely petrified by his explosive temper.

"Get out of my sight!" With that he cast me on to the ground and I landed with a painfully hard 'thump', but I was too scared to care. In a rush I ran back to my room, desperately wishing that I had greater protection than that damned curtain. Slowly I let myself catch my breath. That was far too close. It was a true miracle that I was not dead yet. But why did he let me off the hook? What had my mother done for him that saved my life? Whatever it was, I was incredibly grateful. It was a sign that in a way she was still here, protecting me like before. I silently bowed my head and folded my hands. 'Thank you mother. Whatever you did, it saved my life.'

More tears, tears of frustration and pain fell down my cheeks. I completely blew it. There was no way I would ever get an opportunity like that ever again. He would be watching me with those burning eyes of hellfire that never closed, never slept. The Phantom had been right: 'the angel sees, the angel knows.' I sighed to myself. There was truly nothing to live for now. I had no family left, no home, no job, and there was no way I would ever go back to prostitution. I was just a mere prisoner, perhaps a mistress later, but I was nothing else. I was nothing. My life had truly reached the lowest valley I have ever known.

I kneeled down on the hard, stone floor and said a silent prayer to my mother, asking for guidance to teach me to live and give me the strength to try. I would never forgive him for condemning me to live in this hellhole with him among other things, but perhaps I could learn to live with him, just as long as I didn't upset him anymore. After all, what was left? The only question now was should I continue this bland, wretched existence, or end it and join my mother and father?

Ok, ya I know that my chapters have been short but I'm trying to do something about that. Also, after this, I'm kinda not sure about this story, but I do have ideas, if this makes any sense. But don't worry, unless I change my mind, everything should be good.

Also, a note to Nameless Waif: I made it so that Erik didn't kill her (mainly because that would end the story very quickly) because Erik is in debt to Madame Giry for getting him out of the freak show, so it would really be a problem if he killed her only daughter (only he doesn't know that she's dead yet).

Also, this goes for everyone who was wondering why Erik asked Meg about sleeping with him, I made Erik say that for two reasons. First, I've noticed in other stories that when he is darker, he does hang around prostitutes. Sometimes he actually sleeps with them, sometimes he doesn't. But mostly, I made him say that because it goes with the whole thing where he was insulting her. He kind of said it more just to shake her rather than actually asking her if she would do it, if this is making any sense.

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Rachel