Rue Marie- With my way of their speech, You mean the italics right? I like the speech to stand out a bit more than only putting quotations.

I for the longest time struggled to find out how to spell monsieur. Hits self I have been spelling it in different ways, my spell check could not pick it up. I am returning to correct my old chapters I am finding that it takes a day or two to correct them. So please be patient with that problem. Anyways here the next chapter for all of ye good people.

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He had not known anything that happened with Meg putting him on the bed. He had fallen into dreams, dreams that fell back to his past. It falls back when he had first taken her down into his home. That was when she didn't hate him, when she didn't know.

He was writing in his opera when she came behind. She came from behind him when he was not looking and took off his mask. The feeling of his security gone was real, Meg had taken his mask off. Christine staggered backwards staring at him. He felt his anger rise just like it had but then it all changed, before he could yell at her she yelled at him. She called him a monster a devils child. He had lost his anger her words cutting him deeply he tried to reach out and tell her that it was ok but she backed away cursing him. She pulled out a pistol and pulled the trigger.

His whole body jolted as the shot rang through the air. He opens his eyes to look around, his gaze was foggy and still blurred. He once again closes his eyes the image of Christine's angry face returned. He opened his eyes to escape her glare. Now his vision was clearing and becoming sharper.

He slowly notices that he was in the guest room. Why was he here? Slowly the memories flooded back of what had happened. The blankets where on top of him, and a damp cloth was on his forehead. This was all of Meg's doing obviously. Where was the girl anyways?

As he took in a large breath he felt something press down. What was on him? He was able to pick up his head a bit to find Meg's head on his chest. This was something unexpected. Then he pulled out a hand and reached for his face, he found that his mask was gone!

Had it fallen off why he slept? He turned his head a bit and found it on the desk besides the bed. Why Meg had removed it! Anger flashed through him, what was it with Woman and removing his mask?

On top of him Meg stirred, he quickly raised a shaky hand towards the mask and pulled it towards his face and placed it on. Then he felt her head lift off his chest and he turned his head towards her. His eyes where still confused. She turned a scarlet red and looked away from his gaze. He opened his mouth to ask why dare she remove his mask when nothing but a scratchy noise came forth. His throat was too dry to talk.

Meg then stood up from the bed and quickly dashed away from him. Her eyes where puffy showing that she was near tears. He watched her leave angry still about her removing his mask. He wondered if she was coming back, Possibly not after what she had seen with his face. He drew up a conclusion, she had removed his mask and fainted once seeing his hideous face. Once she awoke she was to dash off.

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Meg had never been so embarrassed in all of her life. During a opera she once had fell, but for some reason this was worse. Her face turned a darker red as she sees him look at her. He was awake? How long had he been awake? She bit her lower lip hot tears springing into her eyes from the shook of it all. Unable to take it she runs out of the room.

Once outside of his room she dashed to the room by the lake. She leans against the wall and slides down to a sitting position. The wall scratched her back but she couldn't tell in her clouded mind.

What had she been doing? What would her mother think if she found out?! That was something worse to think about. Her mother always was talking about appropriate manors and here she was sleeping on a strangers chest, The Opera Ghost out of all people!

Thoughts came to her mind maybe she would leave, she would rather do that than face him again. Then she remembered what a weak state he was in. He couldn't care for himself alone. She stood up this time trying to not touch the sharp walls.

He had sounded hoarse as he had tried to talk to her. He most likely was needing some water. She bit her lip as she looked around, she only found a glass not even half way full. She grabbed the glass and looked for a place to get water. There was the lake but that was unsanitary. She started to walk down the hallway again till she came to room that looked somewhat look like a kitchen.

She found a dink and filled the glass up with water. She returned to the room, before she entered she took a deep breath and stepped inside. She didn't know if he was watching for her because she was looking down at the floor she walked to his side and put out the glass offering it to him.

He seemed at first to not want it, then she realized that maybe he could not move his hands still too weak. Before she could bring the glass to him he reached out a took the glass from her.

Not knowing what to do she stood there, still keeping her head down and not daring to meet his eyes.

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He still felt completely lethargic, why she was out there Meg should get some water. That was, if she was coming back at all. He gaze turned to the door but she still had not reappeared. What was he doing? Was he beginning to depend on her? No he just needed water and the only way to get it was through her. But the nagging feeling of that he was in her debt tweaked him a bit

He watched as she entered again through the doorway, she seemed like s servant keeping her eyes down cast as she rose up the glass turning her head away from him. His hand reached out and grasped the cup, He put it down on the table beside him, he wouldn't be able to drink laying down. He needed to sit up but would he have the energy?

He places his hands against the bed and pushes down hard. Very slowly he rises up half way there his elbows folded and he fell back onto the bed. He gives out a sigh this would do.

He reached out and grabbed the glass again he raised it to his lips and let the refreshing water run down his throat, when he felt that he might be able to talk again he lowered the glass witch was now half way empty. He found his voice and spoke, voice still ragged he spoke. 'Why did you remove my mask?'

With the little use of words he began to cough, a first it was light but soon he raised his hand to cover his mouth as he coughed harder. For a moment he sat there coughing, his frail body shook with each cough. Finally he ceased to cough and his head laid back against the wooden bed board. He felt exhausted again, he closed his eye a moment before reopening them to listen for Megs reply for she was taking her time to answer.

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The first thing that came to her mind when he spoke was why he asked that questions. It seemed a bit off to her. 'Why are you helping me' would have seemed more appropriate but no he asked why she had removed his mask.

She had two reasons for removing it, one was that he looked uncomfortable with it on while he slept and two She had the nagging curiosity of what lay behind. Christine had spoke of it but she had shuddered half way through and was unable to continue.

She was not going to tell him though that she had removed it because she wanted to see what was behind. So she told half of it to him. Her voice was soft to him then it grew a bit as her defensive side kicked in. 'It seemed awkward to sleep in so I removed it is that a problem?'

His eyes narrowed dangerously. He then spoke to her his voice slightly agitated, she had hit a nerve. It also was stern as in a order. 'Yes……Do not do it again.'

He was acting like she was going to go up and take it off out of no where! She was not that stupid, she made a mental note to keep an eye on him when he gathered more strength. She then said to him sarcastically 'Well Monsieur I'm afraid you will just have to get over that…'

She had not meant to say it in such a tone but he was making this whole mask thing a bit too far. She watched as anger flashed in his eyes. She stood up maybe she should leave him to think to himself. She couldn't help but glare at his nonsense.

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Yes, he was thinking that she was that stupid. Christine had done it twice so why not Meg? It was in there personality to always get into others business. She watched as she resented what he said. Her voice was sharp as she spoke to him telling him to get over it. His eyes flashed angrily how dare she! How dare she speak to him like that, he was not forcing her to stay in his house. He felt exposed now that she had seen under the mask, it angered him so.

He watched her with narrow eyes. If only he could move more than his hands. Then again it might be all that he needed….The girl stood and turned to glare at him it was then that she had taken a step towards the door a step closer to him….

With quickness he snapped out his hand and grabbed her forearm. He gripped her hard and a fierce anger burned in his black eyes. Even though he was weak from his illness he still had a strong grip. Hiss voice hissed out angrily as he held onto her hand 'NO! I shall not just get over it, Do you understand me?!'

She flailed about trying to get free, she then began to yank backwards trying with all her might to get away. Erik saw the anger in her eyes. She yelled back at him 'Let me go!'

He did not obey and every time she pulled away he tightened his hand. He never saw it coming, nor was he expecting it but Meg's hand flew from his left and hit him squarely across his face.

-I think one of the biggest cliffhanger yet, what has gotten into our little Meg's head? I shall maybe wait to put up the next chapter…..Just hold you guys in suspense. No I won't do that, lol it will come up asap-