Hello every one! Ok, here is the next chapter to Roses are red.
Chapter 2: I don't think we're in Kansas anymore...
Meg's POV:
I awoke the next morning finding my breath rapid and my head clammy. Thank goodness it was a dream, just a horrible dream. I looked around me at my surroundings. This was not my bed and my dorm! Where was Christine! I was in a small room with a plain bed and a small desk, two chairs and a chest of drawers. I could hear an organ playing some very grim music. Soft and sad. I walked slowly over to the only door and knew it was the way out. I grasped the door handle and turned it. Only to find that it was locked. I began to panic, I had not thought about where I was until that moment. Fear flooded my mind. 'Where am I? What is going on? Who is playing that organ? Is ……it going to kill me?' I was immobilized by fear. It was so scary not knowing where I was, or what was going to happen to me. I ran to the door. Because of the adrenaline, it gave me energy, so I had the strength to bang and scream, and kick at the door
I heard someone sigh and walk to the door with heavy, yet graceful footsteps. I backed away from the door. The door opened slowly and a tall man stepped in wearing black evening attire, although it was a tad bit dirty. He had a mask on the right side of his face. i gasped, not knowing what else to do. He looked at me with fire in his eyes and said
"yes mademoiselle?"
"I demand an explanation!" I said apprehensively, yet courageously
"the answer Madame, is really very simple. You intruded on me last night, so now you are being taught a lesson."
"But why! I do not remember a thing from last night! What happened to me! Where am I?"
"I knew you would be one to question me, mademoiselle Giry!"
"What! How do you know my name?"
"I have my ways, now if you don't mind, I would like you to come with me"
As we walked out into the main room, we paused for a moment by one of the bare walls. All of last nights event slowly flooded back into my mind
"WHERE IS CHRISTINE?"
He turned to me so mechanically and sharp, it made me jump. "Don't you EVER speak of that foppish girl ever again in my home! I swear on my life that I will kill you if even one word comes out of your mouth about that vile creature!"
And with that, he whipped a strong hand across my face that knocked me into a wall. I began to cry silently when he said
"My dear little Giry, I thought you would have been quicker with all of the ballet training, or were my eyes mistaken?"
"How do you know how long I have been in training for?" I spat, although I was saying it through gasps for air
"As I have said before mademoiselle, the opera ghost does not have that title for nothing! And I would love it if you would not try to break down anymore doors in my home, seeing as it is already in shambles. So I'd appreciate it very much if you would not try to do that again. If you do, there is nothing now stopping me from doing what I should have done last night."
When he said this, I quivered. Just thinking of this sent a shiver down my spine. I WAS WITH THE OPERA GHOST, no one would ever believe this! That is, if I ever got out of here. How long would I be here?
Erik's POV:
I saw her shiver in fear in front of me, I don't know why I was so quick to hit her like that. I offered her my hand. But she cringed and drew back when she saw my hand going forward. I put my hand on her shoulder. It was quite cold. She stayed in that position for a minute or two. Then realized I was not going to hurt her.
"I am sorry. I did not mean to do that."
"Very well, but I still must ask about my whereabouts."
"Well, you, first of all, are with the opera ghost. And second, where you actually are, is underneath the opera populaire."
"But I thought the opera house burned down the other day?"
"Yes that much is true mademoiselle, but the flames would have been taken care of and second, the fire would not have been able to reach us down here even if it was not extinguished. But as far as you being able to go back upstairs and being able to be with every one again. I am afraid that shall not happen."
"But why?"
"Well Madame. I cannot trust you, and to let you go out there, knowing what you know, would simply not be an option. So I must tell you that you will have to live down here with me for quite a while. Unless you can gain my trust that is. Although, I should tell you that will be very hard to do, because of my past influences."
"I understand Monsieur, but if I am to be living down here. It would give me great ease to have learned your mane, other than the infamous opera ghost…sil vous plait?"
"Oui Madame Giry, my name is…Erik."
"Erik" she repeated. As if imbedding the name into her head.
I offered my hand to her once again, this time she took it, her own small hand in mine. She hesitantly got up from the ground and stood before me. She was quite a bit smaller than me, but that is only because I am much taller than the average man. I looked down at her petit pale fingers, and then at her bright blonde curl's that fell apathetically, yet gracefully onto her shoulders. 'Stop thinking these things Erik, no good shall come from it. Remember, she is your prisoner. Not your companion.'
She looked down at her feet, her head slowly lowering to face the ground. A frown growing on this young lady's face. It was a pitiful sight.
Meg's POV:
As I lowered my head, I could not let him see me cry. Not again. He would think I was weak and try to take advantage of his "prisoner" but what was I to do? I had to get out of here. I needed clothes and food and my mother…oh my mother, how I missed her. But then again, what other choice did I have but to trust him? He had taken all of my freedoms away, so I have nothing to loose. 'It's worth a shot'
"Monsieur, if I may ask, where will I be sleeping in you home?"
"In my room, seeing as that is the only room with furniture in it."
"Then where will you sleep…Erik?"
"In my room, naturally."
After saying this, I could not help but look confused and, rather disgusted.
"On the floor, I mean to say, in my room. Please do not expect me to act so rashly like that"
"Oh, I am sorry for accusing you. Please forgive me, I" I said rapidly.
But he cut me off by putting his hand on my shoulder as if to say "be quiet!" I was still afraid of him. Why shouldn't I be? He tried to kill me. I would obviously have to anything he asks, because I do not know how this man will react. 'What are you thinking Meg? You're smarter than this! Do not let him control you!' 'Shut up you! I know I should not let him control me! But what else am I to do? There is nothing else. All I can hope is that he does not intend to hurt me! I only have my hopes and prayers!'
While my mind was busy arguing with its self I was just standing there. Unable to move because my head was doing too many things at once.
"Meg? Meg?"
"Oh, I am, sorry. I was not thinking monsieur. I do have one more question. You knew my mother, did you not?"
"Yes, I did. Se is a wonderful woman and I admire her greatly."
I was very surprised to hear Erik speak so highly of my mother. It was not something I was expecting, although, I had to admit, she was a very good woman.
"Thank you." She said timidly, and almost sadly
"You are welcome"
Erik's POV:
It was hard to believe, that I, just a few moments ago, was about to strangle her. And now, I was talking to her calmly. How could this have happened! To the Opera Ghost no less! This was all very strange to me, indeed. But she calmed me down, I felt no anger when I was around her, well that is after a few minutes. She was very beautiful in her ballet attire. Though tattered and scuffed, none the less beautiful. She was very different from Christine…daring, and outgoing. Although she never spoke her mind to people, and knew her place in the opera house. She was innocent like Christine, but still very different. She seemed like the "I'm not scared of anything!" type. Even though, clearly, she was scared of me. Her mother was an especially good woman. I loved her very much. I would never do anything to harm her, or her daughter. Yes, I did try to kill little Meg the other night, but that was just shock, and impulse. And now, I was simple threatening her, just to keep her in line. Although I would never cause her any real damage. I missed Christine so much, I wished so much to have her back, back with me. I let go of her hand and walked across the room to examine the remains of my home more closely.
She just stood there, not knowing what to do or say. I kept looking around, to see if any fragment of my past life was left behind.
"Do you enjoy standing there? Is it fun?"
"Well …Erik, I do not see any other 'fun filled' activities for me to occupy my self with, if you have any suggestions, It would be greatly appreciated."
I turned on my heel to face her.
"How about helping me pick up the pieces of my shattered life, eh?"
She nodded and walked forward, looking for anything left behind. Although I will never be sure weather she knew what she was to be looking for or not, she was looking for something.
A few hours past as we searched around my home for anything. We did find a few things: a few francs, a candle stick, and a bar of soap in the sink. Yes, that was quite useful, oh yes! They did not leave much, did they?
Meg's POV:
After we had searched for a few hours, we had only found three things. How greedy are people! although, I have to admit, Erik did deserve this, after all the things he's done. It was growing late, I could feel it by how my body was responding to things. Erik did scare me, yes I could say that honestly, but I did not think he would really harm me. Because If he was going to, he would have hurt me badly by now. It would be such a strange feeling living with this…man. I missed my mother so much. I had been thinking of her all day. And of how I would never see Christine again and how I would never be able to dance in the opera's again. Oh how I loved to dance! It was my passion! It felt so, right dancing. This was one of the few things that I knew I could do very well. And to think, I thought of all this while looking in little nooks and cranny's. My thoughts were beginning to depress me greatly, and I sat down,. I, normally had good posture, but right now, feeling so down, my body followed my emotions. I hunched, and slumped all over the place, I felt miserable.
"Are you all right?" I herd Erik say from afar.
"Oh yes! I am just dandy! I love it down in this hell you call a home! You are just the most enjoyable person to spend eternity with! Since you are so nice to me, and would never dream of hitting me! Not ever! And also, another good thing about living down here, is that you are so easy to talk to! Just soo open and trusting!" I had let my rage flow freely. I did not mean a lot of the things I had said, but I needed someone to scream at. I was so frustrated and distraught.
"You have had a long day, so I think it is time that you shall be off to bed. In the morning I will figure out a way to get some money for us. Good night little Meg." He said calmly, but with a hint of annoyance.
I screamed in rage at his calmness. It made me more frustrated that before, he would have hit the roof with rage if I said that. But now he was so calm. I will never understand men.
Erik's POV:
She screamed and ran out of the room in rage to my bed room. I knew it would frustrate her by changing my personality like that! What a genius I am! But why women go through so many mood changes like Christine and she had, I will never know. She just needed rest. I will figure out ways to toy with her more tomorrow. Now it is time for rest. You know, I don't think I will ever fully understand women.
Well, that's the second chapter, I hope you liked it, new and revised, it makes much more sense.