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"You should not be down here." Was all he told her over and over again as he brought her further and further into his maze, periodically look back at her to remind her where she shouldn't be. Finally after what seemed hours of more walking they emerged into a smaller cavern filled with dripping candles and messy papers. "Now, Mademoiselle Giry, what brings a little rat like you to my humble abode?" he questioned, his eyes seething into her own making it impossible to stare at something else, anything else.

"I…Well really you brought me down here." She blurted out before being able to stop her self. Meg how stupid can you get? You don't say that to HIM the Phantom. He's going to kill me now. "I'm so sorry Fantôme de monsieur. I didn't mean to be smart I, I just I'm sorry." How much more pitiful do you get Meg! You're going to start sounding like Christine. Not that she's not a good friend but… Oh Meg what have you gotten your self into.

The Phantom

What a strange girl. He mused to himself watching her stumble over his words, but frowned at her choice of name for him. Fantôme de monsieur that was not his name.

"Erik." He watched her frown at him in utter confusment, as if she'd never even heard of the name before.

"What?" she asked, confusion written all over her pale face.

"I said Rat de Ballet my name is Erik not Fantôme de monsieur." He growled "Nor is it the Phantom of the Opera." He rumbled trying to intimidate the small girl even more.

"Well then my name isn't, nor Rat or Little Rat it is Meg, and just Meg at that." She said trying to sound as brave as she could, without sounding silly.

"Well just Meg would you be as so kind as to tell me why you were trying to sneak into my home before I brought you here in the first place, I darsay you mother would be furious to know about this." He smiled at her or Sneered in his case and watched her look around "Do you think you'll find your answer on my shoe lace?" he teased as she looked down.

"I-I came here to give you this" She thrust his mask at him. "I thought since I took it I in the first place I should give it back to you, Erik" she added at the end as a precaution. He glared at her and she knew she had said something terribley wrong. She started to back up as he aproched her slowly his eyes gleaming. "Im sorry." She whispered again and again while she backed up slowly stumbling ever step or so on the uneven floor.

"Do you think Little Rat that I, I am incapable of functioning without that mask?" he roared at her. "DO YOU?"

"I didn't mean it like that, I only though since it was yours and not mine then I should return it to you. After all it is what saved you from being murdered by the mob. Because if I hadn't of taken it they wouldn't have known you were dead." Meg said the last part in small voice, only the slightest bit of fear starting to show.

"You, you did not save me you condemned me! Condemned me to more hiding and pain. Do you understand in your silly girly work what that is like! DO YOU? Everyday knowing that I won't be able to do the things I'd like to, I watch you be normal and talk and laugh without a single upmost care in the whole cursed world and I know I will never, NEVER be like that. Because you saved me." He screamed in her face taking her by the shoulders and an shakeing her as hard as he could and then leaning on them for support.

"Oh." Was all she could muster up to say after his display of temper and then complete breakdown. "I think you should sit down." She whispered to him as he continued to sob quietly on her already numb and damp shoulder.

Erik

He sat down not quite sure what to do, and entirely embarrassed, not so much at the yellin g at her part because he got used to doing that to people but his breakdown was more than a little shocking even to him. I'll never forgive her for this he thought as he glared at her through his narrowed eyes.

Meg

She watched him glaring at her. She knew that as soon as he regained his composiour that he wouold go after her with an even bigger vengeance, but she still stayed, as if she was obliged to do so. Besides if she left he would come find her and make a scene.

"Meg," she looked up sharply as he called her name. "My mask give it to me." Meg got up from her spot in the corner and handed him his mask. She watched as he put it on and was suddenly transformed. Not the emotionally unstable wreck he was early new a god and a rather angry one at that. "Come, you must return for rehearsals. I shall descuse a punishment with your mother when she returns." He spoke in s strangely controlled voice standing up and offering his hand.