His Dancer
Chapter Seven
Meg had remembered the rooftop she had seen when she had flown from Erik when he was outraged with her. She remembered seeing a door that had probably led to backstage, and she went into the empty opera house and backstage. She found stairs and wandered up them, and found another flight, making sure she always went up. She finally saw a small door and went through, satisfied at the sight of the rooftop full of statues of the mythological creatures.
Remembering each step, Meg climbed upon the statue and onto the small slanted roof. There was less snow this time, but Meg still watched her step, knowing no one would be there to catch her this time. Or was there?
Perhaps Erik was standing off to the side watching her every step as she climbed towards the wonderful gift he had given to her. And, if she were to slip, he would be upon her to make sure she did not lose her balance again.
Meg came to the picture and sighed.
"Erik…Maman has died," Meg said to the image of the rose. Then, an old song came back to her, one that she thought she wouldn't remember ever again, the song she had sung to a dear friend when her friend had believed in a power so strong, that it would free her into the realm of music.
"Angel of Music,
guide and guardian
grant to me your glory.
Angel of Music, hide no
longer
Secret and strange
angel."
Meg sang, knowing she would never be as good as Christine, but feeling comforted with singing the small tune.
Meg felt a chill come over her and she wanted to turn, but was almost afraid to. She finally forced herself to turn.
Meg was not surprised to see Erik standing behind her. He smiled darkly.
"Your angel is here."
I know it's short, I'm sorry!