Gerfan- I used OC to mean Other Character, that's what I hope it is o.0 Yes I think Cliff hangers are good, they make you want to read my Story!

Nami-yan- Yes I can agree with that, all Cliffhangers are torture.

iSpeekyGreeky- Don't worry . Im updateing almost every day with a new chapter.

Countess Alana- Thank you very much, I will do my best.

So far all I'm getting is good comments so I'm guessing that I am doing well! I love the soundtrack! I bought it after the first time I saw the movie. It's very good. I have found out that sometimes it says three chapters but you can only acess one and two. So the way to get by that is in the url you will notice that the last number is the chapter number so you sould just put a three in the end to get chapter three. So lets go on………..

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Black eyes watch her slowly turn towards him, Here we go again. Meg again let out a gasp and scrambled backwards away from him. She moved till she was against the wall. Erik watched her with a raised eye brow. With an annoyed sigh he repeats his questions. 'Now that you are awake I ask again, why are you down here Mademoiselle?

Then Megs eyes seemed to look him up and down again, then some surprise was lighting across her face. What was this now? Then he realized that he must look pale and skinny for he was now a ghastly figure. The look of horror seemed to fade away slowly. Her face was no longer as pale. He watched as she stood and she replied to him. 'Missure, I came here out of curiosity, nothing more. I am sorry to have intruded upon you.'

Curiosity? Well then she had a curiosity that would kill her someday. Then she went and apologized? She wasn't truly sorry, she had come down here on purpose and if he had not been here she would have most likely come back again. He started to feel light headed, he shook his hand and grabbed the organ with his hand to steady himself.

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When Meg had turned to look over her shoulder her face still wet she saw the phantom standing there watching her. He sight once again startled her, she rushed backwards into the wall. She was also to learn that the walls where sharp and her back was scraped. His voice again spoke, he seemed annoyed at her. Then again she would be annoyed with herself too.

Once again she looked him up and down, to her surprise he looked off. His face was pale and his body seemed skinny, he did not look like this when she had seen him in Don Juan Triumphant. She felt her fear ebb away. Why he was sick! She slowly rose to her feet he no longer seemed to be the opera ghost but a sick man. She gave him her reply to his question.

She felt slightly concerned, he looked like he was on his death bed. Wait, she was feeling for a man that almost killed her and possibly killed her best friend and her Fiancé? He was a murderer, but there was the sadness that words can not explain. He held all the sorrows in the world in those black eyes. She was now confused with her own feelings.

She took a step sideways away from the wall, trying to escape the pain that was nagging at her back. Yet she didn't want to move foreword towards the opera ghost still afraid of another attack. He was weak but he was still powerful and she knew it. His eyes seemed to loose focus for a moment before returning to her. She spoke to him her voice couldn't hide the slight concern. 'Missure are you ok?'

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He watched as concern flashed across her face, it angered him that she would be concerned for him. Oh course he wasn't fine but he was not going to say that to her. Once again his eyes narrowed this time to slits. He was stubborn and did not like the idea of someone being concerned about him.

And yet the question had caught him by surprise, she had seemed to look beyond her fear. Letting go of the organ, He turned away his back to her, he was dismissing her no longer wishing for a conversation He didn't like this pity he was receiving from her. His voice was snapped out and anger was twisted inside of it. 'I am fine…..Now go!'

He found that he words came out labored. He was loosing his composer as being stronger than he was. His breathing was coming in faster gasps. He felt as if his throat was swelling. He hoped that Meg would not notice.

Once again his gloved hand reached out and gripped the Organ tightly. He pushed his hand down trying to steady his swirling mind. His legs no longer obeyed his will to stand and his knees buckled. He tried to push harder on the organ but he felt all his strength leave him. He fell to the floor harshly.

He was in a sitting position and his gloved hands where on the organ's leg, from his failed attempt to stop himself from collapsing. His mind began to twirl and he felt dizzy, he held himself from fall to the ground by holding onto the organ with a death grip. He couldn't help but feel humiliated he was the most feared creature in the opera and he was on the floor in front of a ballet girl, literally at her mercy. He refused to turn his head towards her.

Once again he tried to stand but it only resulted in his head spinning more wildly. It was no use he was stuck there without use of his legs. Meg would most likely take the chance to flee, he had no way to stop her. He heard her say something but it was jumbled and he could not understand what she said.

He heard the sound of rushing footsteps, that was most likely Meg running for the boat. It would be better off when she left, he could die just like his life had been, alone. The to his surprise he saw out of the corner of his eye, meg drop down beside him. He felt her hand press against his forehead on the left exposed side.

What was this fool of a girl doing? He had told her to go but yet here she was by his side. He seemed to shrink away from her touch. He wished to grab her hand and stop her but he found that they would not let go of the organ.

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She watched as he turned his back to her and told her to leave. Half of her told her to flee from the killers house and never return. Yet the other part of her wanted to help him. Without help he would surely die in this state. The will to help won over her. Timidly she took a step foreword.

She saw his legs give out and his hands try to keep him up. He fell to the ground she covered her mouth to hold in a shocked gasp. Uncovering her mouth she said quickly 'Missure you need help!'

She rushed to his side and fell to her knees beside him. She watched him as she raised a hand to his forehead careful not to touch the mask afraid of him to turn on her if she did so. His forehead was burning with fever. She stood up and walked in front of him. She reached out her hand it offered it to him. She said 'Missure I'm going to help you, take my hand'

She wondered if he wound be too stubborn to let her help him. His seemed to glance at her hand in confusion. How could a small ballet girl pull him up? She wondered the same thing but it was worth a try.

-Ok done with this chapter, I am going to try to end all of my chapters with a cliff hanger so if you don't like them I'm sorry but your going to have to live with it. Also I am tired so typos may be there so sorry-