Hello every one! This is my first fan fic, so it will probably not be that good. Happy with it, or flamers, I don't care. Just review. Yea yea, new and improved stuff is mucho awesome!

This is an Erik, Meg fic, so it is from when the "famous disaster" was just a mere few seconds over. Erik takes Meg as his prisoner, and so on and so forth. Based on Webber's creations and leroux's book. Starting where in the 2004 movie the chandelier had just crashed.

Disclaimer: I do not own phantom of the opera, or any of the characters in the original story. I do, however, own this plot.

Chapter one: escaping

Meg's POV:

'Oh my god!' was all I could think when it happened, the opera house filling up with smoke and ash. People screaming and Carlotta mourning the death of her love. It was a horrible scene. Watching all of millions of people's hard years of work, burn down in mere seconds. I was concerned for my friend Christine Daae, and what would happen to her, surly, if she was with the so called "opera ghost". Only god would know. One thing was for certain, I had to find her. There was something strange about the way I acted during that crisis, because I was just gliding my way throughout the opera house. It was as if I knew exactly what route to take, when in reality I knew where I was. But where I should decide to go, was another question entirely.

Apart from the problem of people falling and pushing me over to get out of the opera populaire, That night, I was probably going as fast as I could have ever possibly run in my life. I was searching for my mother, and the Viscomte. 'Oh Christine! Where in heavens sake are you! I hope she is alright!' is what came up in my mind when I finally managed to find my mother, and the Count De Chagny.

"Oh Meg! I am so glad we have found you!" Was what my mother said to me. She then said to the Viscomte "come with me Monsieur, I will take you to her!" I became excited at the thought of seeing Christine….. Saving Christine. "I will go with you!" "No Meg no! You must stay here!" I understood why immediately, to keep all of the screaming opera-goers out of their way. A large crowd was coming very close to trampling me, I flung my arms across the mob and yelled as loud as I possibly could to make myself heard among the hubbub "NO!" Many a grown men yelled at me, a small girl from the ballet corps going to order them around. It was hard to explain to them where to go, but eventually they were able to understand. I had to find out where Christine was being kept. So I just walked wherever I thought would be appropriate to. Since I had lived in the opera my whole life, I knew a bit about the grounds that others did not. That was very much to my advantage. I managed to find my way to a large dark dank staircase. 'Where is that crazy daft man the Persian when you need him?' Christine's voice was still ringing in my head by the time I had reached the bottom of the stairs.

It was complete darkness at the bottom of the stairs, not a single ray of light shown in the catacomb. I kept walking forward, to where, I had no idea, my goal was the only thing I had to go by. I had thought Christine to be slightly daft in the head to talk about an angel, an angel of music that her father had sent to her. She would always talk to me about that magnificent voice that would teach her. All along, I should have noticed, that before she began telling me about this angel, her voice sounded like a rusty hinge! Then, all of a sudden, she was a loud, belting, beautiful soprano. I begun to grow agitated as I went down, down, deeper into the basement. I started to think quite negatively about things, as if the darkness had begun to affect my mood. 'What was Christine thinking? An angel? Hah! Rubbish, all rubbish from a stupid girl with stupid dreams! Ugh! Christine just wanted attention because her father died! I never even knew my father! She is such a spoiled little brat, with everyone loving her voice! That's not even her true voice! And almost immediately, I felt horrible about what I had just thought and was going to turn back and go away when suddenly, I heard arguing! Had I made it? Yes! I had! I was down in the darkest depths of hell and, Christine was there, no less! Ha ha!

"This, before your eyes!" was the fist thing I heard.

"This haunted face, hold no horrors for my now, it's in your soul, where the true distortion lies." That was surly Christine; leave it to her to say something philosophical like that.

"Wait I think, my dear we have a guest!' Said the man, who I had figured out was the infamous opera ghost.

Then, I heard raouls voice break in. "free her! Do what you wish, only free her! Have you no pity?" I then heard the opera ghost say "you lover makes a passionate plea!"

"Please, raoul, it's useless!"

Everything went black. I thought 'this is not what I bargained for!' every muscle in my body went numb, I could feel my legs giving way beneath me! My vision went blurry, and then faded to black. My breath became harder to take in and out.

I woke later, when exactly, I will never be sure. It was lighter and there were about a hundred people filling the room. I was hiding behind a curtain. I ran in the room. But Christine, nor raoul, nor the phantom was there. I walked a little further into the nook. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Flickering candles everywhere. A monstrous pipe organ. Gold, black and a deep maroon were the main colors in the room. It was almost blinding. I dove a little deeper into the spectacle and found a mask. A thousand different assumptions filled me at once. I picked up the porcelain mask and looked around me to see if anyone had seen. No one had, thankfully. And at that moment, I decided it was quite necessary for me to find Christine. I went into another area with a cloth over it. It was a long tunnel. It was also dark there, but not as dark as the staircase. I walked deeper and deeper into the winding tunnel. Every once and a while I thought I saw something move.

All of a sudden I felt something touch me, I turned around and I felt a rope being thrown across my neck. Immediately it tightened. I could feel the bits of string that made it up. I saw a million creatures moving in the darkness. I did not know what reality was, and what was not! My head was playing games with me! The rope got tighter, and tighter. I felt faint, my heart began to race. I could feel the blood rushing to my head. I have never seen anything so bleak. In all of my wildest dreams I could never have imagined such darkness. I tried to stop the rope by whipping my hands up to my neck to lessen it. But that only made me fainter. I began to cry. Even though I had lost all use of my wind pipe. And as though on cue, I fell from my knees, to sprawled on the cold ground. I also, at that moment, felt as if I couldn't care less about anything, I just wanted to live.

Erick's POV:

I wrapped the rope around her neck as quickly as I could. I knew she was fast because of her numerous years of ballet training. I immediately tightened the rope. She struggled, whipping her head this way and that, I knew she could handle this. I tightened the rope more so, determined to be done with her quickly. I could see tears swell up in her eyes. As I watched in the darkness, I could tell she was becoming weak as she started to fall to the ground. Slowly but surly, I saw she was losing the battle. I moved away and let her body lay limp on the ground at my feet. And for some strange reason, felt sorry for her, she was Christine's best friend after all…. And she was very pretty. I began to think about how I owed this little ballet rat's mother a favor. She had helped me so much. So, even though I was in great turmoil, I was willing to repay her mother. But only for that reason, let me make that clear.

I carried her body down and out of the tunnel. As I lifted it up. I noticed something white lying beside her.

It was my mask! I walked over to it and crushed it beneath my foot. I will kill her if she says a thing about …… about that. I brought her to my home, after what seemed like I walked a mile.

I laid her down in my bedroom. Not in the swan bed, that would remind me too much of Christine, surly. I put her down and watched her from the other side of the room. I locked the door from the inside, using a key, that I kept in my pants pocket incase I fell asleep, and she tried to escape. I could not trust her. Then it registered. I immediately took the key and slammed open the door. My lair!

It was destroyed! All of my work, gone! My candelabras gone! I checked in my pathetic excuse for a kitchen, everything, Gone! I looked at the rest of my home. Clothes, dressers, tables chairs, dressers, paintings of Christine, and my money. ALL GONE! All just a distant memory now, the only reason I had furniture in my bedroom was because I always keep that locked. I don't know why, probably just an instinct from living with those gypsies why did this have to happen to me? Why am I the one who must be punished?

Well that is it for the first chapter, now I will begin writing the second. I think I got really into the characters