Morning! Hope everybody is enjoying this makes a face I keep having trouble with certain aspects.

I wasn't entirely certain what I wanted to do with Meg. I just sort of randomly thought about the meth and decided to add it in. Erik wouldn't know much about the streets (his morphine being imported from Persia… how, I don't know), which is why I had Antoinette explain it.

Onward and Upward!

Several Hours Later

Christine's POV

I heard footsteps. I had not know Mlle. Giry very well, but I knew that Christ… Mother had always adored her. This must be bad, if Mme. Giry would send for the one that Mlle. Giry hates.

Erik walked in the room, and my heart nearly stopped. I stared at him for what seemed like hours. That was all I could do. He was battered from head to toe, and his mask had gotten knocked off. He was doing his best to conceal the right side of his face from me. I finally regained some of my wits, and got up. I walked over to him, and only then noticed the form of a woman in his arms.

He looked at me instead of through me. His eyes clearly showed where he wanted to put his burden. All the doors in our home where locked, and mine was only enclosed by a screen. I walked over, opened my 'door', and turned back the covers so that she could lay down and be warm.

I already had linen and Alcohol when he finally came out. I motioned him to the organ, and began to check damage.

"Take off your damned shirt, I can't see anything" mumbled "It would be nice if you wore white every once in a while…"

"You know I don't wear white, and I'm fine." He snapped. I very calmly (or so it seemed) clapped my hand on his shoulder, where I could see the large stain even through his black clothing. I was a bit peeved that he had dropped me in the library, and had just walked off, so I did it a great deal harder than I meant to. He fell when I did that, and, unfortunately for both of us, he hit the floor instead of the bench.

"What the hell was that for?" he practically screamed at me.

"I didn't mean to drop you, Erik!" I shouted back. I was already upset, and his comment was the straw that broke the camel's back. We raged back and forth for several minutes, and I finally heard the polite cough that echoed in the caverns.

"Hello, my dear" My godfather said calmly.

"NADIR!" I screamed, my humor instantly restored. I rushed over to him and threw myself at him, confident he would catch me. He did. Then he quite promptly swung me over his head. I stared at the 6'4 Persian and threw my arms around his neck. Then, my attention was turned to the woman beside him. I shoved myself off Nadir, and hid behind Erik. And no, I am NOT shy. The pretty brunette next to my Godfather was my mother.

"Hello, Angel" She spoke softly. He laughed at her. It was a cold, mocking laugh that chilled me to the bone.

"Angel? Angel! What on earth makes you think that I, the hideous beast that does not exist, is your precious angel?" I had told him about what she said to me, Maria, and Jessica. "What is she doing here, Daroga? My charge and I are busy" Charge? " So we would take it as kindness, or at least decency, if you would remove her from our sight." He turned his attention to me. "Dearest, would you go and check on our new passenger? She seems to be stirring."

I obeyed without comment. I knew that Erik didn't want me to hear what he was saying. He began to speak in German, which, unfortunately for him, I knew well. I ignored him, he didn't want me to hear, so I obliged.

"Now," I murmured to myself, "what are we going to do with you?" I looked at Margeurite Giry for several minutes. Her very light blonde hair was pretty, and she looked like a porcelain doll. I did notice, however, that she reeked of alcohol, much like Erik did on occasion, and getting close to her wasn't pleasant.

She started to stir, and looked at me blankly for several moments. Then, wordlessly, she punched me as hard as she could. A word of advice, avoid being struck by a drunk person if you can. I reeled, and cried out in surprise. Erik walked… no, ran in and almost stepped on me. I had been knocked to the floor. I got up in time to bash my head on her other fist, and then passed out.