Tonight was the premier of, "Don Juan Triumphant" and all the ballerinas and chorus girls were jittery. Many people whispered about the Opera Ghost showing up and if they would be able to recognize him. Meg and Christine were probably the most nervous about tonight. Meg went up to an old practice room to practice one more time and to sing her lines to make sure she sounded perfect.

As Meg was twirling around the room, big, strong, arms caught her in the middle of twirling. She turned around to find Erik looking deep into her eyes. She smiled lighting up her entire face. "Erik," she breathed stroking his unmasked cheek softly. Erik tilted his head and gave her sweet kiss. The kiss soon deepened becoming more passionate than before. The kiss sadly broke leaving them both once again breathless. "Good luck my blonde angel," Erik said kissing her forehead. "Now you must go, the opera shall begin soon."

Meg began walking to the doorway. She then turned around and asked with hope in her eyes, "Erik? Will you be watching me?"

"Of course, Meg. I will always be watching over you even when times become rough. I am your Angel of Music." Erik said. Meg smiled, then ran up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She gave him a steamy kiss before leaving him alone. After Meg had left he had fallen to the ground crying. Crying for the two women he had learned to love. He knew once Christine was his, Meg would want nothing to do with him.

The audience was horrified by the production. They had never heard anything like before. Some cough and whisper, others fidgeted uncomfortably. The atmosphere of the stage was dark and erotic. Meg danced and sang flawlessly. She sounded like an angel and the crowd had loved her. Her dancing was like a graceful swan that made the audience mesmerized. Once Meg went off stage she hurried her way to the dressing room to change into the men's clothes she was supposed to wear for the last scene of, "Don Juan Triumphant". As Meg was walking back from the dressing room she heard singing like no other. A song filled with, passion and desire. She tried to hurry to see the two singing, but actors, ballerinas and chorus girls crowded around the side of the stage.

Meg pushed her way through to the front to stand next to her mother when she gasped at the sight of Erik holding Christine in his arms lovingly. Meg had to hold back the tears that threaten to spill when Christine suddenly pulled Erik's mask off. Horrible screams filled the air that would haunt Meg for the rest of her life. Meg watched in slow motion as her world that she had known almost her entire life fell apart. Christine and Erik descended into a trap door falling almost 20 ft. The chandelier came crashing down causing flames to form. Meg watched as her mother and Raoul started running towards Christine's dressing room. She knew she had to follow.

Meg could hear her mother yell to Raoul, "Come with me, Monsieur. I will take you to him, but remember to keep your hand at the level of your eyes." Meg had to do something quick before she lost the man she loved.

"I'll come with you." Meg said boldly.

"No Meg, no you must stay here. Come with me Monsieur." Meg watched as her mother and Raoul bolted into Christine's dressing room. An angry mob began to form. Meg had to stop them. "NO!" Meg shouted at them trying to hold them back.

Meg could hold the mob for so long before they began pushing through her. Meg had to follow them and save Erik before it was too late. Meg pushed her way through to the front of the mob running full speed. Her heart was beating a thousand miles per hour. Once she arrived at the gate of the artistic domain Meg stopped in her tracks. It was filled with unknown treasures and things that were fit for a king. She noticed the gigantic organ and smiled knowing Erik only expected the finest there is. "Erik?" Meg called out. No answer. Meg walked up the steps to the bedroom to find it empty also. She was about to leave when the white, porcelain, mask caught her eye. Meg slowly walked towards it. In wonder, she reached out and picked it up, in her small hand. Tears streamed down Meg's sweet face knowing that the man she loved was gone.

"Where is he?" Someone asked outside of the bedroom. Meg quickly wiped away her tears and walked out of the bedroom holding up the white mask. Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at her. "He's gone. The Phantom of the Opera is dead. This is all that is left of him." Meg shouted. Everyone was disappointed. They had all wanted to see the Phantom's blood spilled, but were too late. Once everyone was satisfied with what they had done, they left leaving Meg alone in the cold, empty lair.

Meg sat in the lair for what seemed hours. She couldn't believe what had happen in the past few hours. Her entire home destroyed, Christine and Raoul missing, and her Angel of Music gone. What if he kidnapped them? She thought. Meg shuddered at the thought. Finally Meg stood up wiping away the fallen tears from her cheeks. She began to explore the lair looking at the once grand organ and all of the Phantom's spectacular things. Her hands glided over the broken keys of the organ when glass caught her eye. Meg slowly walked over to glass spotting more. She looked up realizing the mirrors were all broken, except for one. One of them had a sheet hanging over it. Meg reached out her hand and grasped the sheet, pulling it off. A tunnel. "Erik?" She called out. The same as before, she received no answer. Meg glanced back before entering the labyrinth where night is blind.

Meg began to walk slowly down the dark corridor. She kept her left hand to the wall to not fall into any of Erik's traps. After another hour of walking blindly through the endless labyrinth Meg could see a flicker of light. Her eyes lit up and began to run towards it. She came upon another cave filled with thousands of candles. She then saw Erik sitting on a bed fit for a king looking down at the dagger in his stomach tears streaming down his face. "Erik!" Meg screamed running over to him. "Meg?" Erik asked looking up, his vision was beginning to blur. "Oh Erik what has happen who has done this to you" She asked helping him lie down on the bed.

"It's over Meg. The music of the night is over. Christine is…"He had to take a deep breath, "Gone."

"Erik please lie down I need to take this out before you kill yourself." Meg said shaking.

"I couldn't do it Meg." He whispered. "I couldn't bring myself to aim at my heart. Goodbye my sweet angel." Erik began to close his eyes. Tears streamed down Meg's face.

"Erik no it's not over yet. You're going to get through this. I am your Angel of Light leading out of darkness. I need you Erik please." Meg began shaking Erik to wake him up. He didn't respond. Slowly Erik fell into a state of unconsciousness forgetting the world and it's cruelties for as long has his poor tortured mind would let him before it fell back into darkness.