Stine- Yes I know, my spelling is horrid along with my grammatical errors. Haven't heard of a beta reader…Maybe you could explain that for me.

BlackGoldSilverTiger- Thank you for letting me know, Yes I have found that Erik shall forever be in my mind. The songs never end randomly hums Music of the Night

Nami-Yan- Yes poor poor Erik, I'm glad your enjoying it.

Um I'm brain dead on what to say but anyways here is the next chapter! It had a bit more drama to it. This one Is going to be a along one I think………

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She thought she could lift him up? He weighed almost twice the weight of her. With all the weight he had lost it was less. He shook his head, she wouldn't be able to do it. She saw him shake his hand but she was persistent. She had the chance to leave, why didn't she? Then again he was weak and was unable to move, he knew that without her he would never make it after a day or too from dehydration.

Then again if he was to die he could leave this cruel world. For a time he was lost in his own thoughts. Heaven would surely reject him, so that would send him down below. The idea of living beneath was the same as he was living now. Why go through the pain to only go to a place that was so much like where he was? Might as well as save thr trouble of dieing for it.

With a look of slight disgust he raise his gloved hand out towards Meg's. He grasped her hand, his almost completely covering hers. Looking to his other side he reached up and put a hand on the top of the organ. He gave Meg a nod and pushed pulled upwards. He put most of his weight on the organ but in time it was Meg who pulled him up.

Once on his feet he held still his legs shaking with the effort to stand. From here he would do this himself he needed no more help from Meg. He pulled his hand free from hers and took a step foreword towards the hall that went back to his room.

As soon as his hand left the organ and he took a few steps foreword. His legs felt wobbly and he fell sideways hitting the stone wall. His shirt was ripped and his gloves where torn. He breathed heavily as he leaned against the wall. He knew then that he was going no where alone.

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He seemed to take forever before he took her hand. She was surprised at how large his hand was. He seemed to pause again for another moment before nodding and beginning to stand.

Even though he was skinny he was heavy, she began to doubt that she could pull him up. Slowly he began to rise, she felt herself straining to pull him up the rest of the way. Finally he came to his feet. What would he do now? Not knowing what he wanted to do she stood there awkwardly.

She watched as he slipped his hand away from hers and he tried to walk foreword. He ended up laying against the wall unable to go any farther. It was obvious that he wanted to go somewhere. She was the only one that could help him so she walked up to his side once again. She grabbed his arm without hesitation knowing what she had to do. She placed his arm over her shoulder. She said to him.

I Miser you are going no where without help /I

Now where to take him. She tried to recall when she had been down here last time. Of course there was that room with the bed she had seen down the hallway that he was trying to pass through. She guessed that it was his room. She started to walk in that direction she then said to him.

I Come Miser, I shall take you to your room. /I

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This girl never quit did she? Meg Giry had surprised him yet again as she came to his side and placed his arm over her shoulders. She spoke to him, his eyebrow leaped up how did she know the way to his room? Then his eyes narrowed a bit, of course she had explored his house with the rest of the mob.

He found himself nearly being dragged by Meg considering the fact he could barely walk. He could not place his feet under him very well and had most of his weight on the much smaller Meg. She was about a foot smaller and yet she carried on.

He watched the floor making sure he didn't trip over anything. When he looked up he saw the door to his room off to the left but Meg walked on. Where was she taking him? Then he realized that she must have seen the guest room instead of his room. He brought his feet under him and managed to pull both of them to a stop. He shook his head at her and pointed towards the door. His voce now ragged spoke. No that is……the guest room……….My room…..is there.

He raised a single finger towards the door. Then he looked upon the door and he realized that it was locked like always. The key was on the desk by the organ. Meg would have to return to get it.

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She didn't know how but she was carrying the large man. Her legs where begging to burn from carrying both of their weights. They where finally getting a good pace when he pulled her to a stop. What was it now? His weight was still upon her then like a hammer a thought came to her, He's dead!

Then she was able to breath again as he pointed his finger towards a door. He was not dead! He began to speak but his words where labored and she picked up little from it. What she did pick up it confused her. He wanted to show her the guest room? There was no time for that they needed to get him to his bed. The fever must be making him delusional. She shook her head and once again started walking, his feet seemed to be glued to the spot. With another tug they started to walk foreword again.

She turned her head to look up at him. He seemed distressed about something, it must be about the guest room. He seemed to be fading with every step. She preyed he would make it to the bed. She picked up their pace. She must get there before he passes out or……..she stopped thinking about it there.

Her legs now seemed numb, her arms hurt terribly and a bead of sweat ran down her face. She had never worked this hard in her life. Finally they came to the room. This room had always amazed her with the unique items.

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Why didn't she understand that he wanted to go to his room? She was persistent with taking him to the guest room. It was farther away, as she tugged him again into a walk he could not find any energy to go against what she was doing.

It seemed to take them a long time before they ever reached the guest room. The room seemed muggy and he could not see clearly. He blinked a could of times, what was going on?

They again walked foreword towards the bed. The bed seemed to grow farther away. All he wanted was a bed, he felt anger start to rise in him. He felt like the bed was moving away from him. At last they seemed to come to the beds side, now his world was spinning quickly. The bed swept from side to side in his vision. Now he was feeling delusional, the fever was getting to him. All he wanted to do was sleep and here was the bed moving around. He felt his anger rose he spoke harshly to the bed. Hold…….Still! Then his world faded into blackness. His knees gave out one last time and he fell onto Meg.

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She looked up to him again finding his face pale and eyes unfocused. He life seemed to be draining from him. She moved quickly to the side of the bed, he seemed to stare at the bed and a glare. Was his displeased with something she did. His voice cut like a knife threw the silence. Hold still? What was he talking about?

Just then he collapsed onto her. She cried out as she almost fell, his full weight putting a lot of strain on her small body. With the last strength she had she pushed him foreword towards the bed. He fell awkwardly on the bed his body imp.

Meg took a few moments of trying to catch her breath. She shook her head another bead of sweat dripping down her face. She looked up to find him still lying there in a position that seemed uncomfortable. She walked to the bed side and pushed his body over so he was laying on his back.

It was then he began to shiver, his teeth clattered together and his body shook. With a concerned frown she took out the blanket from underneath him and placed it on top. His shivering didn't cease, she again placed her hand to his forehead he still was burning. She ripped off a piece of her skirt and exited the room.

She turned down the hallway towards the lake. Once she reached the shore she dipped the cloth into the lake. She returned to Erik's side and placed the damp cloth on his forehead. Her eyes fell upon his mask, it didn't seem very comfortable to be sleeping with that. She bit her tongue, should she remove it? Christine had spoken of the horrors behind that mask.

Timidly she reached out towards his face, her fingers come over the masks top and slowly she removes it from his face. When she pulled it back she looked upon his face. It was red and horribly deformed his eye seemed sunken and his skin seemed to not fit his face. Words could not go into full description of it. After a moment of looking upon his face Meg turned away and placed the mask down on the desk. Yes his face was frightening but she was finding that one could get used to it.

Not really knowing what to do know she sat down on the edge of the bed. There was no chair and she didn't want to sneak around his house so she would stay here.

She felt her eyes lids start to drop, the bed felt unreasonably welcome. She felt so tired, what time was it? It must be late. She decided that a little close eye would not do her any harm. Slowly she drifted off telling herself only a few minutes then she would have to wake and do something.

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Slowly Meg opened her eyes, where was she? Then the memory came back of what had happened. Then she panicked, how long had she slept? Then she realized something was different than when she had fell asleep. Her head was rising and falling with breathing. Then with a shocked expression she sat up quickly. Why she had fallen asleep on Erik's chest!

Her cheeks become bright red with embarrassment. She hoped that he had not woken up, but when she looked to his face she saw a pair of slightly confused eyes staring back at her.

-Aw….how cute, poor Meg what will her mother think? Well I enjoyed righting this chapter I hope you guys enjoy reading it! Erik's response will come in a day or two-