A/N I just want to warn you that a song in this chapter is from the movie Tarzan and if you read my other stories you will see that I have song from different movies. I hope you don't mind. I also really appreciate those who have been reviewing it means a lot!

It was two days after Meg had found Christine on the roof of the opera house. Madame Giry was too worried about Christine to yell at Meg about disobeying her. Christine laid in bed not speaking a word to anyone. Raoul had tried to get her to talk, Madame Giry, some ballerinas, and finally they all came to the conclusion that Meg should talk to her. After all Meg was Christine's best friend. Meg crept into the bedroom Christine and Meg had shared for many years. "Christine," Meg whispered.

Christine slowly looked up to find her best friend standing at the threshold of their bedroom. "Meg." Meg hurried over to Christine's side taking her hand into hers.

"Christine what happen? We have all been worried sick." Meg said softly.

"Oh Meg, it was horrible. The Angel of Music he's…" Christine couldn't finish.

"What Christine, what is it? What is he?" Meg asked worried.

"He's not real. He's the Phantom of the Opera. He lied to me Meg, all those years he lied to me. He took me down to his lair where he sang to me. Then I saw, oh God Meg it was horrible." Christine began to sob.

"It's alright Christine I'm here, nothing can harm you." Meg said hugging her. The Angel of Music wasn't real. It was all a lie, Meg thought. "What did you see Christine? What scared you?"

"I saw a face. My face on this mannequin it looked exactly liked me. Then I saw…" Christine hesitated. "I saw his face, beneath the mask. It was horrible Meg. It was so contorted and deformed. He looked like the Devil's child."

"Don't worry Christine he can't harm you, let your fears be far behind you." Meg said trying to sooth her friend. Meg felt pity for this phantom. It wasn't his fault for his deformity and Christine shouldn't have called him the, "Devil's child". Meg secretly promised herself that she would never run away in fear if she saw this man's face.

The next night was the performance of Il Muto. Carlotta was given the lead even though the Phantom had specifically said that Christine was to be given the lead. Christine was given the part as Serafimo. And Meg was given the part as a maid nothing more.

As the Meg was being performed a booming voice yelled out to the audience, "Didn't I instruct that box five was to be kept empty?" Whispers began to fill the room. Meg silently said, "He's here, the Phantom of the Opera." Meg was given a sharp look by her mother which told her to be quiet. Meg bowed her head in shame.

They were told to continue on with the performance which they did until Carlotta gave a horrible, croak. Meg had to hold back a laugh in fear of getting yelled. She tried to continue singing, but she continued to croak at the end of every line. Carlotta began to cry and dashed off the stage in shame. The curtains were pulled closed leaving Meg in a whirlpool of chaos. The managers announced to the audience that they were to be performing Act 3 of tonight's opera. Meg was shooed by her mother to the dressing rooms to get ready.

Meg quickly got dressed and ran back to the stage. She watched as the ballerina's tried to perform there best, but were all terribly confused. Meg for some reason looked up at the catwalk to see the Phantom chasing after Joseph Buquet. She gasped and some of the girls stared at her.

"What is it, Meg?" A ballet rat asked.

"Nothing, I thought I saw something, but it was my imagination." Meg lied. It was almost Meg's turn to go out on stage when a body shot down from the catwalk. Meg screamed! It was Joseph Buquet dead. Everyone began to panic and scream. Meg ran as fast as she could to the roof hoping to get away from the terrible scene that she saw right before her eyes. She flung the door open and ran to the shadows for comfort. As she sat their breathing heavily, Meg heard to voices coming closer to the roof. She soon recognized the two voices, Raoul and Christine. She listen to them declare their love for one another. Raoul promising to lead Christine out of darkness and Christine promising she would love him every waking moment. Anywhere he goes she would go too that was all she asked of him.

Once the two had left she heard a darker, sadden voice singing. She began to weep as she realized whose voice it was, the Phantom's. Meg watched the Phantom from the shadows, climb onto a statue. Once he was done singing he climbed down and sunk to the floor crying and looking like a broken angel. Meg carefully approached this fallen angel. "Phantom," she said in a whisper. He looked up his eyes filled with tears.

"Oh Little Meg, I'm so sorry I lied to you." He cried. Meg's heart broke for this man. He loved Christine she could tell. Besides why would a phantom cry over a woman like he was doing now if he didn't love her?

"Hush my angel of music and let you troubles be gone," she said gently. Unexpectedly Erik wrapped his arms around Meg sobbing harder than before. She went down to her knees and held him tight, letting him cry his heart out. She gently brushed away strands of his black hair that had fallen out of place. She began to sing a song her father would sing to her when she had fallen and hurt herself or when she would wake up crying from a nightmare:

Come stop your crying
It will be all right
Just take my hand
Hold it tight

I will protect you
from all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry

For one so strong,
you seem so weak
My arms will hold you,
keep you safe and warm
This bond between us
can't be broken
I will be here
Don't you cry

'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more
You'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be here
in my heart always

Meg whispered the last part:


Always

Erik looked into her eyes like a pleading child, pleading that what she said was true. Meg continued to hold him in her arms not wanting to ever let go. Was this the beginning of falling in love, Meg wondered, but soon pushed the thought in the back of her mind. He loved Christine not a little ballet rat.