Today I got see poto again! Yippee! I was good as the first time. I still cry when Christine returns the ring to him. So why don't I quit my babbling so I can let you guys know what happens to poor Meg. Just as a heads up this chapter is a long one.

Surprise Surprise

The girl gagged, obviously unable to speak with his noose tight around her neck. By now her hands had flown to the rope and where held there. She did not struggle; that was good a struggle may have….ended it. Erik was not in the mood to deal with a fight, so he would end it quickly if a fight was given. He gritted his teeth and loosened the rope around her neck, by then the girl had fallen silent.

Not getting a reply, he decided to see who this girl was, He pressed his hand against her back harshly pushing her forward, he needed light to see her face. She seemed startled and stumbled, but she was able to walk forward. Erik had forgotten about his weakness for a moment; pushing himself to look powerful, weakness was not to be seen.

Coming to the organ he stopped, the girl did not know they were stopping so soon, took another step forward which ended in hitting the end of the noose; she gagged as it tightened. Erik had snapped it back, he felt her step back, foolish girl. Her visit would not be pleasant. He hissed in the darkness his voice spitting out words. 'Foolish Girl hold still or you will be eliminated by your own doing.'

Reaching back towards the organ, he felt along the surface until he came to the lantern. He grabbed the light, and held it at his side. With noose still in hand, he reached for her arm and pulled back quickly forcing her to spin around to face him in the darkness. With a flick of his hand, he lit the lamp and the room filled with light illuminating the

girl's face.

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As the noose slipped over her neck, Meg felt coldness sweep through her toes up to her eyes. Why had she been so foolish? She was positive that it was the opera ghost. She thought he wouldn't be here though…He had fled when the mob came. Then if she could she would have hit herself, oh course he would be here; this was his home!

The noose around her neck gave a jerk and was sent tighter, limiting her air flow. She gagged, this was going to be the end wasn't it? From beside her, a voice spoke malice dripped from the words. It echoed in her head. 'Too late for that Mademoiselle! Fine lady, I ask Why are you in my house? Why? It was plain curiosity had drove her here. She tried to speak, but found that the noose was too tight she gagged again.

Panic was rising in her. What would Mama think? She would be ashamed that her own daughter had become a victim to the phantom, due to the fact that her mother knew almost everything about him. The noose loosened; but when she had the chance to speak, fear froze her throat. At that time, she felt the phantom push a hand across her back obviously trying to get her to move forward, but it was not expected she stumbled over her own feet. Afraid of the noose tightening, she caught herself and walked in the direction that the hand led her.

She could not see anything and she was wondering where he was leading her. She had heard about a chamber that was full of mirrors; it used for torture. She kept walking, not noticing the absence of the hand upon her back; she hit the end of the noose and stumbled backwards once again letting out a gag. The rope was beginning to cut into her skin. His voice, once again, hissed telling her to hold still. And hold still she did.

She heard him pick up something. Fear again bit into her as a metal sound was made as if he was lifting something above her head, was this it? A rough gloved hand rips her around to face him. Then a blinding light lit the room and she closed her eyes to get used to the light; she opened her eyes, but was not quite able to see who it was.

..…:..….

Surprise had lit across his face as the light lit up her face. Out of all people, it was Meg, Madam Giry's daughter. What the heck was she doing down here? The light had seemed to blind her, he watched as she blinked a couple of times.

Erik moved out of her view to think for a moment, he wouldn't be downing Madam Giry any favors by taking away her only daughter. That woman had done so much for him. If not for her, he would have been found out by now. He twitched in anger, he couldn't just get rid her.

Quickly, he moved behind her tones speak acidly as he fumbled with the noose and loosened it and took it off. 'Out of all people, I thought you would know to stay away!' He watched as she quickly spun around.

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When she finally able to see, she blinked again, not comprehending what had happened. He had been right in front of her...right? Well, now he wasn't, no one was in front of her. She wanted to turn around to see where he was, but the noose reminded her of his words to stand still.

To her surprise, she felt the noose tighten; she had been expecting it tighten if anything. The voice, once again, spoke to her. How could this be Christine's Angel of Music? She listened to his words, was he letting her go? Her answer came as the noose slipped off her head.

Then feeling that she could move, she spun around turning to face her attacker. Her eyes fell upon his mask first and then his whole body, his outfit. She felt fear crawl into her bones as she looked upon the mastermind. She looked upon possibly the murderer of her best friend. His black hair was messy, slowly he began to disappear. Swirling and fading into darkness. Her felt her knees buckle and that was all.

Cold water splashed across her face. She stirred, but refused to open her eyes. That was a weird dream, she had been down with the opera ghost down in his home and he was there…Wait, her face was wet? She slowly began to realize the cold floor beneath her. With a startled gasp, she sat up throwing her body into a sitting position.

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A look of horror came across her face as she turned to face him. His eyes narrowed under her stare. Her face paled even more than it was and her knees buckled under his gaze. He watched as her eyes rolled back. Why, she was fainting!

Erik had no clue why he did it. Maybe a reflex to it or something. What ever the reason, he had reached out and caught the falling ballet girl. He caught her with both his hands, slowly he laid her down upon the ground. He felt his strength waning. He was pushing it.

This was his chance, he could get rid of her, send her off in the boat. She would wake up on the shore and have to return…The thought was quickly vanished as he stumbled sideways, he wouldn't be able to pick her up in this state. He grumbled to himself, he had to get her out of here. She would have to be awaken and sent off.

Erik steadied himself before walking to the lake's shore. His hand was held out to support him from falling. Upon reaching the shore, he stopped looking down. Hand still against the hard sharp wall, he crouched down. Reaching over with his left hand, he removed his right glove and held it in that hand. Slowly, he cupped his hand and placed it into the water.

Pushing up with his legs, he stood and walked towards the fallen girl again. With his cupped hand, he turned it quickly dropping the water onto the girls face. Then he returned the glove to his hand. He moved his fingers around before returning attention to the girl. It was not that noticeable, but he was leaning on the Organ to stay upright. She stirred and then abruptly sat up gasping.

Not much of a cliffhanger this time, oh well but its something. I have the next chapter ready but your going to have to wait due to the fact that its late and I don't have the time, but maybe tomorrow!-Chapter Edited By:butlerphan666