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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..
Somehow; as time passed; she could not bring herself to forget him. She had always asked herself if it would be wise to see him again, but as time passed; and the music in her head was no longer there; her thoughts centered only on ballet. One night however; she was thinking of him again.I'll just go to the mirror she told herself. But I will not go see him. So that was what she did. She headed for Christine's room.
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Erik was unable to think of anything else himself. His music had stopped playing in her head; for he was unsure of what he was thinking. Until he knew, he would stay a distance from her.He'd been thinking it over; but he had not come to a reasonable answer. He played the organ non-stop; He'd written seven operas; and he was afraid to start painting again. The last time he'd started painting; he'd painted an angel next to a gargoyal.He had thrown the canvas into the water. Hoping the water would wash the colors away; and a blank canvas would be there in the water.
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Meg was walking in the hallways at night; it was dark and she bumped into someone. She brough the candle to his face to see it was a stage hand. His lips curled; and he was obviously drunk. He pinned her arms to the wall; and kissed her neck. Meg started flailing wildly; but the stage hand was too strong; and she couldn't win. She screamed; but the stage hand stopped it by sealing his lips over her's. He touched her body; he grabbed her breasts; and she could feel him undressing her as she helplessly tried to free herself.All of a sudden; he dropped her onto the floor and grabbed his neck; she could see Erik behind him; with the noose around his neck.Making the loop smaller and smaller; and making the stage hand unable to breath; until finally he let him go and he fell to the floor. Dead. Meg looked at Erik; her eyes wide with fear; and her body paralyzed.
"Did he hurt you?" Erik asked; Meg shook her head. "Why are you out this late?"
"I-I-I" She hesitated. "I-"
"Actually." He cut her off; grabbing her arm and running off. "This isn't a safe place for a conversation. Come."She followed as if she had a choice; he lead her to the mirror and started down to his home. A rat ran passed her feet; she screamed and clutched onto him. "Afraid of a little rat?" Meg nodded; her hands tightly clasped around his cloak. "It will not hurt you ch-Meg." He kept forgetting his promise. He did not know why he was leading her down to his home, after he had made a vow never to see her again. "Now; tell me why you've come."
"I had tried not to." She replied. "But I wanted to see you again. I felt like I was burdoning you; so I tried not to come. But my temptations got the best of me."
"Well; You've already come this far." He told her; slightly glad she had the temptation to see him again. "Might as well stay for a visit. Tell me, do you still resent Christine?"
"Yes." She told him softly. "But I am learning to let it go. I suppose after what had happened; I should be thankful."
"Meg, why is it you resent her? Is it because she attracted two men at once?" Meg was silent.
"Partially. I did not understand why you both loved her. She was not pretty; she was not kind; I just don't know." Erik had not replied; his masked face was what she saw; she did not see the other half. "Why was it you liked her?"
"Her voice." He replied. "Her voice was what I loved-"
"Her voice?" Meg nearly shouted; freeing her arm from him. "She sounded like a rusty gate until she got a teacher. It isn't fair!"
"Do not shout at me!" He scolded; grabbing her arm again. "You can not blame a man for why he loves a woman." Meg didn't say anything further. She wanted to turn around and take her chances with the stage hands; but the feeling of his lips on her's was bitter; and how he touched her-! It was hell.
"I should thank you again." She told him. Her voice was softer; all she had been doing of the recent was apologizing. "For stopping him. I should not shout at the man who saved me." Erik did not reply; Meg got out of his grip. "I'll still follow you." She told him. He nodded and the two walked to the boat. No more words were spoken.
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She asked him if he would allow her a shower. She stated that the hands of that man on her body made her feel dirty. He allowed it and gave her one of his shirts to change into. The shower made her feel a bit better; but the still hated the feeling of that man touching her. When she got out of the shower; and after she changed into the clothes he'd allowed her to borrow; she saw him on the organ. Lost in his eighth opera. She watched silently as he would stop occasionally to jot a few notes on the sheet music paper. He was completely obsorbed in the opera; she even walked over to the other side of the room and looked through a few things on the tables; he hadn't noticed her until she took a seat at one of the desks and began to read.
"What are you doing?" He asked angerily. "You don't go through a person's things when he isn't paying attintion."
"I just wanted to read one."She replied. "Don Juan was well written, all that everyone got to see anyway. You've got alot of them done. The ink looks as if they've been written recently."
"They have, I've been unable to tear myself away from the organ for the past few days." She looked up at him; her eyes glowing with antisipation. "Fine. You may read them."
"Thank you."
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She had finished the first one by the time Eriks started prepairing dinner for them. But she asked him if she could.
"Why?" Erik asked as if she were insane for asking.
"Because. My mother taught me to cook when I was younger. I thought that maybe you would like someone to cook for you." Erik allowed it; and she started. He went back to the organ and tapped the keys. The current opera seemed to call for more ballet than the usual ones did. Meg called him into the dining room for dinner; and served him pasta Puttanesca. He looked at it suspiciously at the table; as if she had put poison in it. But he let his guard down and took a bite. It was actually pretty good. He ended up eating the whole thing; liking that someone had cooked for him.
"Surprisingly." He replied after he swollowed the first bite. "It's good." Meg smiled triumphantly and got herself a plate. Erik felt as if he had a house wife all of a sudden. A pretty blond woman to serve him dinner.
"Erik. I hope you do not mind me asking." She said after she swollowed her third bite. "But, you seem like you've never had someone cook dinner for you; didn't your parents know to cook?"
"I wouldn't know." Erik sounded almost hurt by her question. "I was in the carnival for as long as I can remember."
"Carnival? Why would you-?" She cut herself off when she remembered why. "I'm sorry, I spoke without thinking." Erik didn't say anything; he finished dinner and went for a shower; leaving Meg sitting at the stone table. She finished eating and started reading a second score book.
