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His Dancer

Chapter Three

"Will…you…stop…that…idiotic…THUMPING!" Erik roared.

Meg stopped, but not as easy as Erik thought she would. "It isn't 'thumping'! It's dancing! Can't you tell after all those years of watching Chris—"

"I told you not to mention her!" Erik snapped.

"You're so stubborn!" Meg spat.

"Be careful about who you confront." Erik said darkly.

"Oh, really?" Meg retorted. She put one hand over the right side of her face. "Blah blah blah, I'm the Phantom, blah blah blah, nobody loves me, blah blah blah, point of no return!"

"That's it!" Erik raced over to her.

Meg, forgetting that her life was on the line, squealed and took off. Though she knew she was doing something foolish, it would be entertaining.

"I can kill you for that!" Erik was working his way through a maze of desks and papers and figurines.

"At least I'll die knowing I got to make fun of the Phantom of the Opera!" Meg called back. "AH!" she tripped on a paper and slammed to the ground.

"You won't get away this time!" Erik sneered.

Meg suddenly remembered her shard of glass. She whipped it out and held it threateningly out at him. "Ha!"

Erik stopped. "Where do you get that?"

"Um…I found it. Why?"

"Give it to me."

"Tell me why first."

"Give. It. To. Me."

Meg made her challenging look again. "Not unless you tell me."

Erik sighed. Meg smiled. Did he give in that easily?

"It's part of a stained-glass I was making."

"Really? Of what?" Meg asked excitedly. She stopped. She didn't want to lose her only defensive weapon.

"All you need to know is that it's for a stained-glass picture. Now, give it to me," Erik demanded.

Meg shook her head. Tucking it back where she had put it before, Meg turned on her heel to return to the food she had abandoned in her room. Erik grabbed her arm and stopped her. He brought her close to his face.

"Give me the shard."

"Is it that important?" Meg queried.

"Yes," Erik answered.

"Unless you show me, I won't give it to you."

"You know I can kill you."

"You say it all the time and you don't." Meg replied.

Erik swiped the shard from between her side and the ribbon and pocketed it. "There."

"That was unfair!" Meg snapped.

"Not everything's fair," Erik muttered, and began to walk off.

Swift footsteps behind him told Erik Meg wasn't going to give up easily.

"I'm going to look at this picture," Meg stated boldly.

"You…can't," Erik said slowly.

"Why not?" Meg challenged him again.

"It will be dangerous," Erik answered.

"How so? It is just a shard of glass!" Meg scoffed.

"Because," Erik stopped walking. Meg realized they had just passed through a long corridor and were at a big wooden door. When Erik opened it, there was the roof.

"Oh my," Meg gasped. She stared out onto the snow-covered roof. Statues of mythylogical creatures stood in there threatening poses over the city, and she saw another door far off, probably to the backstage. She pushed it off and gazed out at the city, then up at the clear night sky. She turned to see Erik gone. She had just seen him slip up a statue onto a higher part of the roof.

"Hey!" she called. "Where are you going?"

Erik did not reply. Being the stubborn person she was, Meg climbed up upon the statue and onto the tilted roof. A little uneasy from being high up, Meg backed down, but seeing the Phantom walk briskly along the edge made her feel determined, and she slipped up onto the slanted rooftop. She groaned when she saw Erik climb higher. Set to follow the man, she climbed even higher, getting closer to the starry night.

"Erik!" she called, trying to stand up, wavering a bit. He was staring down at something. The shard glinted in the moonlight. Meg squinted hard. What was he staring at? She took a small step, and a bad one.

"ERIK!" Meg slipped, tumbling down the snow-capped roof.

Erik had turned when Meg had shrieked out, in time to see her take the horrifying fall. Erik was quick from years of sliding into the shadows and being on the rooftop so many times. He stepped expertly down as the ballerina then fell onto the tilted part of the next roof, tumbling faster. Erik jumped from the highest roof, racing her before she fell to the ground many feet below. Just as the girl was about to plunge, his arm shot out and caught her. He noticed she had fainted from shock. Slowly pulling her towards him, he cursed about letting her come with him up here. She was drenched from rolling among all the snow that lay on the roof, and he carefully carried her back down the roof.

Warm water enveloped Meg. Her eyes fluttered open and she found herself in a washtub. Her wet dress hung nearby, drying. Another dress lay neatly on the floor, next to some hot tea. A note was on the dress, reading, "Meg—I felt uneasy undressing you, but you had to get out of those wet clothes. Don't worry, I've gone out, and YOU ARE NOT TO LOOK FOR ME."

Meg smirked at the last words that were capitalized. She felt good soaking in the hot water. She dunked her head under and sighed with pleasure. After savoring the feeling, she climbed out and dried herself, then put the dress on. She felt soothed drinking the hot tea, then left the small room and wandered into the hallway.

He saved me, Meg thought happily. I guess I do mean something to him. Then again, who couldn't stand to watch a girl fall off a roof. I'm sure maybe anyone else would have done the same.

Still, Meg's heart soared.

LoL Meg trips a lot doesn't she? Clumsy. LoL just kidding. After all, Meg's a graceful balletina!