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"What?" Meg squeaked in surprise.
"It seems only fair. You've had a good look at me and now it's my turn to look at you," Erik said with a grin. "Wouldn't you say?"
"No. That's not…mean…you…can't…really…" Meg sputtered not really knowing what to say.
Erik reached for the first button her dress. Meg stared at him. Indecision was visible in her eyes. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to touch Erik, to be with him but at the same time something about this whole thing seemed odd. Erik was acting as if his actions were somewhat forced. He seemed incredibly tense. But despite all this, Meg didn't stop his wandering hand.
Meg lay down on the bed and Erik turned so that he was now above her. He bent over her and kissed her as his hand rapidly unbuttoned her shirt. Meg stopped breathing when his hand closed over her breast. She felt him smile into her mouth. Meg closed her eyes and let the sensation of him on her take over. It was a wondrous feeling. She loved every minute of it.
Erik's thumb rubbed her peaked nipple softly causing Meg to gasp with pleasure.
"You like that?" He asked her softly and Meg nodded. "Did you like it when Jean Claude did it to you?" He asked just as softly.
"What?" She asked, not entirely listening to what he was saying.
"Jean Claude, your fiancé, or have you already forgotten." Erik said and Meg could hear the anger in his voice. This more than anything brought her out of the haze of pleasure Erik was weaving.
"What?" Meg asked confused. When she tried to get up Erik wouldn't let her. He used his body weight to press her into the bed. "Jean Claude?"
"Yes. Your fiancé. How quickly you forget." He snarled and grabbed her hands. Meg was stunned by the sudden change in Erik. He was acting like some kind of monster.
"Erik you're scaring me," Meg told him in a pleading voice.
"Good. It's what you deserve."
"I don't understand this. Why are you acting this way?" Meg asked with tears in her eyes.
"I had a chat with your fiancé," He told her. "Jean Claude came here to retrieve you," When Meg sat there in stunned silence Erik took it as a confession. "You don't deny it? It doesn't really matter. It was clear to me when I was speaking to him that he cared about you deeply. I should have realized you were like Christine, stringing men along until you've gotten what you wanted from them. What did you want me for? A little practice before you moved onto your "real" man?" Erik's grasp on Meg's wrists tightened painfully.
"Erik you're hurting me," Meg whimpered as she struggled to get free of his weight and his grasp.
"No more than you deserve." He yelled at her.
"All of those things you just said aren't true. I'm not engaged to Jean Claude. Maybe before—" Meg was cut off in her explanation by Erik.
"I'm sure it was only a matter of time. Can you deny that? I know you've thought about marrying him, it's on your face." Erik lashed out at her. He was in pain beyond anything he'd felt. Even when Christine left him he hadn't felt this way. His heart felt as if it were shattered into a million pieces. He was taking it out on the only person he could.
"Look, maybe once upon a time it was a possibility but it's not anymore. I don't want to marry Jean Claude." Meg told him quickly trying to make him listen to her.
"And why is that?" He mocked her.
Meg looked into his eyes not knowing what to say. She knew that by telling him the truth, that she loved him, she would be baring her soul to him. She wasn't sure she was that strong. Meg was terrified that Erik would reject her and that wasn't something she thought she'd be able to handle.
"I love you, Erik," Meg told him as tears were streaming down her cheeks and falling into her hair.
Erik laughed bitterly.
"Sure you do." He denied what she said. "If you want me to have sex with you all you have to do is ask. I don't need vows of love, I've never needed them before so why should I start now."
Meg didn't know what to say and suddenly she didn't care. She didn't care about anything at all. Not that the man she loved was laying on top of her with a mocking grin, and not the fact that she'd emptied her heart out only to have it all thrown back at her. She didn't care about any of this because she'd become numb. She was so cold that nothing could bother her anymore. Not Erik's hurtful sarcastic remarks and not his tight grip on her wrists. Nothing mattered anymore.
Erik shuddered when Meg's eyes suddenly went blank. It was as if someone had turned a light off inside her. He assumed it was because he'd foiled her scheme. The thought that Meg had loved a man other than him was devastating and the idea that she'd been lying to him was beyond anything he could possibly bear so he'd struck out at her. Even if his accusations weren't true Erik knew that it was only a matter of time before Meg would realize what a colossal mistake she'd made by deciding to be with him. It was only a short matter of time before she'd shatter his heart all over again so he'd decided to do it first. To take away the chance for her to hurt him more than she already had.
"Can I get up now?" Meg asked in a hollow voice.
"Yes. You can get up and get out." Erik told her as he rolled off her.
"Fine. I'll be in my room," Meg said as she buttoned her shirt.
"No, I mean out. Get out of the opera. Go home, I don't want you here." Erik told her coldly. Meg's only response was to nod soundlessly before she left the room.
Meg walked to her room and looked around. She was trying to find anything that she needed to bring with her when she left. She found nothing. The only thing she'd brought with her to the opera was the phantoms mask and he'd taken it. So seeing that there was nothing left here that she needed she turned and walked back out the door.
Erik lay in his bed. He didn't want to know if Meg really left or not. Part of him wanted her to stay with him forever but the other small part of him wanted her to leave. HE didn't want to open his heart to her only to have it crushed. He wasn't sure if he could survive that so he cut his losses and told her to go. He also didn't want to hurt her. Society shunned him and it always would. No one would ever look at her the same way if someone realized she was with him. It was impossible and it would never work. He rolled over on his side as he heard his footsteps drifting away off into the distance.
a/n: I know how mean that Erik was. It's just that he's all conflicted and stuff. Besides you gotta love the drama. They'll reunite…or will they…hee hee. Ok hope you at least enjoyed this. I tried to make him a little evil because you all are right and that is his character so here it is. Please Review! Thanks!