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Meg Giry was sitting on her bed reading a play of Shakespeare's, Romeo and Juliet. It had been two weeks previously since she had journeyed down into the Phantom's underground lair.
Flashback:
Meg wandered back up through the dark passage way. It was still cold and damp and there were still rats scurrying around the edges of the tunnel, but Meg found for some reason that she wasn't bothered or afraid of them anymore, she felt like she knew the tunnel well enough now.
She reached Christine's mirror and gently slid it open. She stepped out to look around the room it was dark, gloomy and lifeless. The bright flowers that usually covered Christine's dressing room were now hanging over their vases dead, and various objects around the room were broken or chipped.
"This place really needs to be lightened up a bit" uttered Meg to herself as she closed the mirror and made her way out the door.
At first Meg couldn't hear any trace of a human voice, but as she paced further down towards the stage she could hear people chattering away and yelling various comments.
"Meg!" yelled a choked voice from behind her. Meg turned around and saw her mother, Madame Giry, running towards her with tears of happiness in her eyes. She almost tackled Meg to the ground. "Oh Meg, are you alright? You scared me, I was so worried about you, I thought something horrible had happen to you" said Madame Giry in a rushed voice. "I'm alright mama" replied Meg happily hugging her mother back with equal tightness.
Meg pulled herself from her mother's grip and asked "Has anyone been injured? how bad is the damage?". Madame Giry sighed "No one has been injured Meg, except Piangi who was knocked out, but he has regained consciousness" replied Madame Giry slowly, " As for the opera house it has been fairly damaged, but is repairable in all due time" Madame Giry added solemnly.
Meg gave a sigh of relief. " I'm glad all is well mama" replied Meg airily. "As am I Meg" her mother replied hugging her again. Meg rolled her eyes and grinned, but nevertheless hugged her back anyway.
End of flashback
Meg sighed and laid down her book. She glanced around her new room that use to be Christine's old dressing room. It was now full of life again. Roses, violets and Pansies covered the room with a range of assorted colours, and a fresh pure scent filled the room. She had removed the broken objects and replaced them with little replicas her mother had given her, and her walls were full of paintings her mother had collected over the years as a well profound prima dancer.
Meg then glanced over to the door, the first ballet practices would start today. The opera house has nearly finished being repaired and it would open up to the public again in about another two weeks. Now that they and the idiotic manages presumed the opera ghost dead everyone thought the Opera House would gain its reputation back easily.
How wrong they are thought Meg mockingly. No one knew that little Meg was the one that descended down into the phantom's lair or that she had told the mob that the phantom was dead. Meg had heard that the mob had just come up bragging about it themselves and that her name was left out of it, and that they had left as fast as their feet had carried them. Which Meg was very glad to hear.
Meg was happy that her life hadn't changed dramatically and that everything was returning to normal. But she missed something, and she couldn't help wonder if Erik was alright. "Of course he'd be alright" Meg reminded herself, "He is the phantom of the opera after all", but Meg wasn't so sure. She decided that after ballet class she would go back into the underground lair and check on him.
Meg danced exceptionally well in her ballet lesson. Her mother kept throwing her compliments and comments for how fabulous she was. She received dirty looks from the other girls in her class, but she only grinned. Meg felt like she was floating on air, she felt like a thousand weights had been lifted from her body and that she was freer than ever. Even better before the events that had happen two weeks ago.
It was after dancing that she had snuck into the kitchens to grab a loaf of bread and a fresh bottle of milk. She grabbed her carry bag and shoved both of the items in it, and then she quickly darted back to her dressing room.
Meg opened the mirror and quickly slid inside the passage way. It was still dark, but by now Meg was use to the darkness. She walked swiftly and reached the end of the corridor. Meg looked around; torches were lit all around her, which meant he was here.
Suddenly a sweet tune caught her ears, it came from the room next to the place she had found his mask. She quietly made her way over and leaned on the door frame, what she saw made her heart jump right into her throat.
Erik was playing his organ, his eyes were closed and he was pouring out something into the song. He was pouring out more than his heart and even more than his soul. The song was something of love, loss, grief and sadness; silent tears were flowing down Meg's face as she watched him play, she would never be able to express in words of what she had felt then. Erik finished playing, and then he looked up at her.
Meg's face turned to fear as she stepped back, she didn't know how to explain why she was watching him, Erik, however walked towards her and traced her face lightly with his hand. "You needn't be afraid of me Meg, I would never hurt you" Erik said heartily looking into her eyes.
Meg looked up into his gorgeous eyes, "I am sorry for--" she started, but Erik cut her off by placing a finger on her lips. "You needn't apologise either" Erik stated calmly.
Meg only nodded. "I brought some things for you to eat" she mumbled quickly as she lifted the milk and bread out of her bag. Erik laughed, "Worried about me Meg, eh?" he asked amused. Meg blushed and nodded, "A little" she mumbled.
Erik took them from her gratefully, "I appreciate it Meg, thankyou, but just to let you know I am the phantom of the opera, I'm capable of taking care of myself" he said grinning.
Meg grinned back, "I know, I just wondered if I could help that's all" she said smiling. Erik nodded, "You are a very kind girl, Meg Giry" Erik said softly. "Thankyou" she said modestly, "Would you like some tea?" she added feebly.
"Yes, thankyou Meg" Erik replied politely. Meg nodded and went into a room which was a small kitchen about the size of a pantry. She boiled some water, filled two jugs, and then added some tea.
Meg walked out holding two steaming jugs in her hands. Erik was at the organ playing a swift melody she recognized as Fur Elise. She gently placed the jug next to him on the side table and then she sat herself down on the couch.
"You play beautifully" Meg commented when he had finished the song. "I often heard you playing when I was younger" Meg stated conversationally. "Thankyou Meg, but since Christine left, I don't think I will ever be able to play or sing as well as I did before" Erik said sadly.
At the mention Christine, Meg jumped and some odd feeling that felt like fire flamed in her stomach. "Nonsense" Meg replied a little too bluntly "You will always be a genius in music, no matter what happens".
Erik was surprised by Meg's sudden change in mood. "Meg are you alright? Is something wrong?" Erik asked concerned. "No, I'm alright" Meg replied quickly, "Just tired I guess". Erik nodded.
Meg and Erik continued to talk about a range of things from the opera house to how stupid the managers were until they both finished their tea. Meg was starting to feel seriously tired now, and all she wanted to do was go back to her room and think about what had happen with her emotions before.
Erik walked her back through the tunnel and up to her dressing room. He opened the mirror and walked Meg in. "Amazing" he said, glancing around the room at her flowers and different artworks. Then he gave the place a sad look, obviously the place reminded him too much of Christine.
"Yes" Meg said simply. "I loved doing it up, it is so much better than it was before" Meg stated truthfully. Erik nodded slowly and gently let go of her hand. "Goodnight Meg" he bid her softly, and with that he left the room.
