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Disclaimer: I don't own POTO, duh! But I do own any OC's I do not own Meg or Erik. Sadly..

What was it about Christine Daae that everyone loved? Meg slaved over that question for days at a time. She would stair at herself in the mirror; she would try to see what everyone saw in her; and figure out what they saw in Miss Daae.Then, she saw it. She saw it reflected back at her like light being reflected off a compact mirror. Christine, was thinner.

Meg never thought of herself as fat. She never thought of herself as anything but a ballet girl. Her legs were thin; and her arms were scrawny; but her stomach looked bigger than she remembered. Had she gained weight and not known it?

She made a vow that day. A vow that she would no longer eat. Her hunger would no longer bother her; and she would be the thinnest of all. Was it bad that she did not envy her friend for her luck with men? She saw herself as a monster. She wanted to be there for her friend; to be happy for her; but it just wasn't something she could do.

It was all about Christine. Christine this, Christine that, Christine was the most famous name around the Opera Populaire. The Phantom loved Christine; Raoul loved Christine. Christine was taught to sing, Christine,Christine,Christine!

Within a few days; Meg had grown dangerously thin. Every day was a fight against the knawing hunger; to see how many days she could last. Her mother grew worried; and confrounted her one day.

"Meg, Why are you not eating?"

"Mother; I don't know what your talking about." Meg lied through her teeth; the teeth which had not seen food for so long.

"You have not been eating! Child, do you know how bad it is for you not to eat?"

"I am eating; I'm eating in the dormitories."

But she had not been; nor did she for the next few months. Her stomach was begging her to stop this and feed it; it wimpered out to anyone who would listen to force food down that girl's throat. Meg would not eat until her body attracted men like Christine's did.

Meg grew very weak. Her skin seemed to cling to her bones; and her ribs were extreamly visable. She would no longer dance; because of the hunger that threatend her. No matter how horrible the pain got; she torture she would go through; Meg reminded herself why she was doing that. Why she was starving herself. It was not until one day in the halls; when she was running errands for her mother; that she grew terribly weak. She had in time, fainted.

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Erik had been hiding out since the fire. He had heard rumors through the ballet girls that passed by; that Raoul had given money to the managers to re-build the populaire. He resented that man, he did not understand why Christine loved him. The only diffrence between him and Raoul was that Raoul did not have a problem with his face. He was a good-looking man by women's standards; but Erik was considered a monster.

He had tried so much to hide his face; a mask; medicines that were supposed to clear up scabs; everything. But nothing ever worked. He grew fustraited with trying to hide it; so he decided to hide himself. That would be the only way to live in peace. To live alone.

But he'd grown tired of his home in time.He had gone out to get at least a bit of fresh air; when he saw the little blond angel fall to the ground. He had not known at that time that it was from starvation. No one was around to help her; no one was going to know the poor woman was either ill; or hurt. He climbed down from the rafters and went to her side; trying to find a wound; or something. But when his hand went over her rib cage; he felt them as if they were speed bumps on her body. Had this girl been starving herself?

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Meg's eyes opened slowly. How long had she been sleeping? she found herself on a round, red, silk bed.She looked to the side and saw a cup of tea; bread; and cheese. The knawing hunger had once again set in; so she did what she always did when the hunger came to her. She dug her nails into her arm and supressed a painfilled scream.

"You are a strange one." She shot her head up from her arm and looked twords the archway. There stood the Phantom of the Opera. "Tell me child, have you been starving yourself? I don't recal anyone being that thin biologically." Meg was speechless. "If you are hungry child; eat."

"N-no thank you Monsueir. I have eaten earlier."

"Lier." He taunted. "Lier, Lier. You have not. Eat the bread and cheese. Unless you want the reaper to come for you."

"I can not." She replied as if someone was stopping her.

"Is there a problem?"

"Somewhat." She told him, trying to find a way to tell the Phantom of the Opera that she was starving herself because she wanted to attract men. "I am unable to."

"Try." He hissed. He turned and left her on the bed. She turned to the food and ate it. Her stomach was glad to be fed again; but she couldn't believe she gave into her temptations so quickly. She'd gotten enough of her strength to get up and see Erik playing the organ. He had such an ear for music; that Meg couldn't help but listen to him play it. When he realized she'd been listening; he stopped immediatly.

"I have neglected to thank you." She told him softly; hesitantly moving closer. "I owe you so much; do what you wish with me." Her mind had been so sadued to her starvation; that she found herself unattractive to anyone; giving herself to the Phantom would be her only choice.

"A child as yourself should not be starving." He replied; tapping a few keys; as if she had bored him. "Does Madam Giry not feed you child?"

"No." Meg replied; shaking her head. "I mean, she does feed me yes, but that is not it. I suppose the green-eyed monster has gotten to me."

"I'm sorry." He replied, letting her know he did not understand.

"Jealousy Monsieur. Jealousy has gotten me. You must think me wicked." She saw him shaking his head.

"That monster seems to get everyone." He replied as if it interested him. "Why has it gotten you?"

"Miss Daae has sent it for me." She replied as if they were still speaking of the monster. "I am to be her friend; but I only seem to envy her."

"What is to envy about that harpie?" He boomed. Slamming his hands on the keys of the organ and sending her moving far back from him. "Child; Starving for her is not something to be done. You are wicked if you be like her." Meg did not reply; she stayed back from him; But he took her back to the surface; warning her never to return to him.


yes. My other fic was not a good Idea (Erik's guardian) Because; as much as I tried to ignore it; I am a MegErik fan. I've decided to write a Meg/Erik fic. Isn't that special? I really do think they would be cute together; when ever I hear Meg's voice; I think of her with Erik. So here we go! My first MEGERIK fic. Spell check isn't working so don't comment on spelling in 1 through 3. Possibly four.