Out of the Darkness
By Typewritter 15
Summary: On the night of Don Juan, Meg Giry steps into a world she never knew, and a love she never thought could be real. EM Please Read and Review. My first Phantom fic!
Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera, nor do I own its marvellous characters. The Phantom of the Opera is owned by Andrew Lloyd Webber, and originally Gaston Leroux. Please don't sue me! Lol
Chapter 1
Meg Giry watched silently from backstage as the passion filled words were sung to her best friend, Christine Daae. The phantom sung with such passion that the words sunk straight into the depths of Meg's soul.
"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime, lead me save me from my solitude.
Say you want me with you now, and always.
Anywhere you go let me go too.
Christine that's all I ask of------"
But the phantom's last word was cut off as Christine swiped the mask right off his face, revealing his disfigurement to the whole audience. The Opera house was filled with terrified screams and gasps, all except for Meg.
Meg could feel something boiling inside her, how could she be so cruel? Meg thought irritably. Meg looked up into the phantom's face. He was looking into Christine's face with a look of deepest betrayal and anguish. While Christine just stood there looking flawlessly innocent, which made Meg feel slightly disgusted.
The phantom's face then changed to fury as he grabbed hold of Christine, and cut the ropes holding the magnificent chandelier, and then in a glimpse, he was plummeting downwards and neither phantom nor Christine could be seen.
"Christine" Yelled a frantic voice. Meg turned around to see the Viscount Raoul de Change looking highly distressed. "Come with me Monsieur, We must hurry" said the sudden voice of Madame Giry, her mother, who appeared right behind him. "I'll come with you" yelled Meg suddenly. "No Meg you must stay here" came the worried reply of her mother. "But I…." But Raoul and Madame Giry had already set off down a dark passageway, while a crowd was trying to grab Meg to keep her from following. "No" she shouted bitterly as she wriggled and squirmed her way out of the crowd.
The people were all hectic, while Meg tried to push her way through the large crowds, trying to make her way to Christine's dressing room.
A few months earlier Meg had discovered a secret passageway behind Christine's mirror, she had no doubt that this led to the phantom's underground lair.
Meg opened the door to Christine's room and quickly paced over to the large mirror. Meg opened the mirror slightly, slid in and closed it. The passage way was dark and fear was starting to overcome her. A rat quickly scurried across her foot and Meg gave a shrilling squeal, before she covered her mouth with her hands. Rats absolutely terrified Meg, but she knew that she must keep going. I must be brave she thought.
Meg didn't fully know why she was going down there. She was a little worried about Christine, even though she was still angry with her. But Meg knew that the Phantom would never hurt her, it actually was more like the other way around.
Ever since Meg was a little girl, she had a fascination with the phantom. She had once heard him singing and knew from then on that he possessed the voice of an angel. She had asked her mother many questions, some were answered, and others remained a mystery.
She had always wondered though if he had a name, and one day when she was looking through her mother's notes she saw it written as plainly as anything, Erik.
Meg reached the end of the corridor, and with a sigh of relief she stepped out into a big lair lit with hundreds of torches. Meg took this to be the phantom's home. Suddenly she heard a voice. "Raoul we must go". Meg peeped out from behind the wall to see Christine and Raoul rowing away in a little boat as fast as they could. So she's leaving thought Meg outraged, leaving her best friend and my mama who took care of her for 11 years. Meg snorted at the thought, "I was so wrong about her" whispered Meg angrily to herself.
So if Christine and Raoul were safe and now gone. Where was Erik? Meg warily walked out from her hiding place and over to a table which held a ghostly white mask. Meg gently traced her finger over the surface. I'm sorry Erik she thought sadly. I'm sorry for what you lost. Meg carefully picked up the mask and placed it under her arm. "I have to find Erik" she said softly, "I have to see if he's alright" she said a tear rolling down her cheek.
Meg was broken out of her thoughts when she heard sobbing, heavy sobbing. Meg whipped around and located that the source of the noise was coming from the room on the far side of the lair.
Meg slowly and quietly stepped towards the room, where she had heard the noise. Her heart was skipping beats as she moved closer and closer. When she finally reached it, she took a deep breath and peered inside, and there sitting on the bed was the phantom, head down and sobbing into his hands.
Meg was overcome with sadness; each time he sobbed she could feel the loss and grief that he had been through. How the world put him out for being different, how he had just lost his only love to another man, and overall just how unfair life had been to him.
He was crying so hard that he hadn't even noticed Meg's presence. Meg wanted to help him, so she took the chance. "Erik" she said her voice gentle and sweet. Erik looked up and gaped, his face all red and swollen from crying. "Meg" he said in disbelief. "Yes, Erik it's me" she replied giving him a small smile. "What are you doing here" he said. "And how did you………"
Meg hushed him by placing a finger to his lips. "I came down here to see if you were alright" she said smiling up at him fondly. "And as for how I know your name" she gave a laugh, "I've known it for a long time, ever since I looked through mama's notes" she said grinning.
Erik didn't know what to make of this, he just sat there gaping at the girl in front of him. Erik himself had watched Meg grow up inside the opera house. He knew that she was gracious and kind-hearted to those around her, and also that she had an extremely curious nature. He had seen how she excelled in dancing, and how she use to gossip to her friends about the all famous Phantom of the Opera. But most of all he noticed now that she had matured over the years from the little gossipy ballet rat into an intelligent and refined young woman.
"Meg? Why did you come down here?" Erik finally asked staring up at her. "As I said before, I came down here to see if you were safe" Meg replied truthfully looking him in the eyes as she spoke. "But why?" he asked quietly. Meg stared at him for a moment; "Because I care Erik" she replied her voice slightly above a whisper.
Erik was now very taken aback. "You care?" he repeated. "Yes I do" answered Meg simply. "Just because Christine didn't care, doesn't mean I don't too" said Meg irritated by the thought of Christine.
But Meg suddenly saw the flash of rage in Erik's eyes and regretted it. "Don't you ever mention her again!" yelled Erik furious advancing on her. Meg moved back slightly, she knew that she shouldn't provoke the Phantom of the Opera. "I am sorry Erik" she whispered as she stepped forward so their faces were inches apart and his deformity was clearly visible. Erik seemed to have noticed this and he moved away suddenly blocking his face form her sight. Meg however did not flinch or make any attempt to move.
"Do I repulse you Meg?" he shot at her sarcastically pointing a finger at his scarred flesh. "No Erik you do not" Meg replied firmly as she walked over and gently lifted his hand away from his face. Erik looked at her wide-eyed. "Your face does not disgust me nor does it frighten me Erik" said Meg sincerely staring up at him. The phantom didn't believe her, but one hard look in Meg's eyes told the phantom all he needed to know. "Meg Giry, You truly are Madame Giry's daughter" Erik said complaisantly, Meg smiled.
