Nami-yan-I shall be updating fast as the role-playing goes, lol maybe after a while I will lead off from it so you guys won't have to wait months for a chapter

ModestySparrow9-I Have always like the Idea of Erik and meg getting together her curiosity just seemed to make her wonder there. The website I role-play is mine so i can accept anyone that has the right stuff to enter. Here's the address its also set as my homepage.

Kaya DC Pandora- Thanks for your comment

Ok so I start on the next chapter. I'm getting ready to see the movie again tomorrow. Jumps for joy Wow maybe I'm into the poto too much….. Nah. So lets return to the story.

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He had accomplished the task of returning to his dark home. His gloves where beginning to tear from the sharp walls. He had put his hand against the wall to hold him up. Looking ahead he saw the reflection of the broken pieces of glass that lay on the floor. The lantern swung around his hips as he tries to pick up his pace.

At last he had come to the entry way, the way he had escaped was through the mirror. For a moment he hesitated, what destruction would he find inside? Taking a step into his house he raised the lantern to eye level and its light cast around the room anger rises quickly as he glances around.

The Mob had come and thrown his things around. His music papers where thrown around the room. His desk had been upturned and the drawers where emptied. Candles where on the floor knocked over by the mobs carelessness. They had looking for anything valuable, his lip curled up disgusted at these humans messiness. What's worse was it was in his own house.

Then a sounded echoed threw the caverns from the underground lake. The sound of an oar hitting the water, someone was here! Erik quickly lowered the lantern and blew it out. Taking a few steps foreword he lightly put the lantern down on the old organ. Also on the Organ was a noose, his hand slides over the organ till he feels the coarse rope in his hands. He grips it tightly and moves towards the bank of the lake trying to make little sound as possible.

Upon Reaching the waters edge he stops and looks over the lake, in the distance a lantern started to approach. Erik did not wait to see who the person might be, whoever it was, they should not be here. Silently he moved to his right and felt his way up the wall a bit until he felt a nook in the wall. Carefully he moved himself inside the nook, here he would wait.

Who would wish to come down here? Most likely to checkout his house once again. His teeth grind angrily that others would still dare come here. He felt his limbs begin to shake from weariness so he leans against the nooks back. He sits there and waits for his prey.

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Meg Giry had always been the one to poke her nose into things that where not suppose to be poked into. Her mother had forbid her to come down here, but she had the tugging feeling to know what REALLY happened to the opera ghost. She had told everyone that he had killed himself but she knew it was not true. For the fact she had no clue what had happened to him so that is why she had gone against her mother's wishing.

She had come threw Christine's mirror and down the chambers. It was a miracle she had found the right ones to lead her here. Now she was rowing up the lake towards the phantoms layer, she hoped that this was the way to his layer. Thoughts ran threw her mind, what if he was there? Would he hurt me? She hesitated with her rowing but shook her head and returned to it.

With some time passing by she began to doubted that she was going the right way. Then slowly within the light of the lantern she saw the shore. By now a current had taken over the small boat and had pulled it to the shore. With a delicate hand she reached out and picked up her lantern and held it high.

It all was silent…that sent chills up her spine. Lantern in hand she carefully let herself out of the boat, but as she swung her left leg over it caught and she fell into the water the lantern breaking and blowing out throwing her into darkness. As she landed half way in the water she let out a large yelp.

Her voice seemed to echo threw the caves and through the house, she stopped before letting herself up. Was she expecting someone to reply? Why would anyone reply? No one was here. She told her self that over and over again as she stood back up and made her way up the shore feeling her way along the wall towards the house, there had to be a light somewhere in here. She felt a nook in the wall….but passed it without though.

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Silently Erik had waited, the boat came closer and closer, the light grew brighter and brighter. For a moment he thought that if the human came passed him with a light he would be noticed. The grip on his noose grew tighter as he heard the boat come up onto the shore. Then he heard the sound of something hitting the side of the boat and the crash of the lantern, to his luck the lantern also went out.

The yelp had surprised him. Why this intruder was a female, a young one at that. For a moment he had the flying hope that maybe she had returned to him. Maybe Christine had returned! He held himself from jumping out to see and listened a bit more. His hopes where dashed away as he heard the girl move her way up the wall with her hands. Christine would have known her way…..He cursed himself for letting him believe that it was her.

Anger burned inside of him, he wanted to spring at the person at whoever dared to enter. He twisted the noose in his hands and watched as the girl past by. As she past by he sunk out from the nook and walked silently behind her. He was close enough to snag her. With a silent snarl he raised the Noose and dropped it over the girls head. At That moment she seemed to remember about raising her hand above the level of her eyes. With a quick snap of his wrist he tightened the noose around her neck. It was not that tight, no he was not killing her, not yet.

With the noose tight around her he spoke close to her ear his voice raspy and malice leaked into his words. He was not as angry with her as he was angry with himself for believing that it was Christine. He twisted the rope around her neck tighter in his anger.

Too late for that Mademoiselle, Fine lady I ask Why are you in my house?

-lets end this chapter with a bang. Sorry for those of you who have to wait. Cliffhanger for all of you, i found that I like them in books but then again they never have to wait-I have edited this chapter too- pokes Still need a beta reader