I'm taking it that most of you guys enjoyed my last chapter. Go Meg! Then again she just hit Erik not who is not just a guy who would gaze at her stupidly. I Hope that I do both of the characters right this chapter…..It was getting hard with the emotions because Meg was not talked about that much and Erik well, never got slapped so I'm going off what I would think would be the reactions. I love getting your reviews so send them in when your done reading. This chapter is longer than most.

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No one had ever treated her this way! Men never really acted this way to her, then again it could have been that they where afraid to face her mother. His grip on her arm was strong she had tried pulling away but it had ended in getting her more bruises.

She was tempter to slap him but she held back her impulse to do so. This was all over his stupid mask! What was the big deal? She felt her own anger rise as he 'overreacted'. This all was going to far.

Her arm was starting to go numb from the lack of circulation. She knew that she would be bruised. She felt the temptation again rise to slap him. She said through gritted teeth. Let go!'

He did not let go of her arm but gripped harder persistent for an answer. That was it she was not going to take it any longer. She quickly raised her hand and brought it down towards his exposed cheek.

She hit him hard the sound echoed in the room. His head had been slapped to the side and the mask had become loose.

She felt his hand loosen, It had worked! She went to jerk her hand away for a last impression. He would not grab her again after this! Then to her surprise as she jerked back his hand gripped tightly to her wrist.

It was then that she looked into his eyes, the way he was glaring at her made her stop flailing for a moment. His where mere slits and his hand was growing tighter. The exposed side of his face was bright red. His body seemed to shake from anger.

It was then that she realized she had made a mistake recalling Christine talk about his short temper. Yet in her growing fear she refused to back down, he was weak so what could he do?

He had loosened his grip for her wrist for a reason. As she glared at him but it began to fade as he let out a angry cry that shook the walls of the stone house. She felt a pain shoot threw her wrist. The pain was from her wrist bending backwards. She gave out a loud cry of pain.

The only way to escape the pain was to fall to the ground, it was then that he let go of her. Her wrist hurt terribly, he had possibly broke it. If not that it was sprained badly.

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For a moment he was frozen by shock. She had hit him! His mask had nearly fallen off but with his unused hand he pressed it back on. He felt his temper snap. How dare this girl, how dare she? Did she know what she was dealing with? His mouth opened in a snarl and his angry voice cried threw the house.

He had little to no options what he could why just laying there. He had the use of his hands and that was all that was needed. He loosed his grip so he could grab her wrist.

He had watched as her face became triumphant as she tried to jerk away. Oh he was not done with her yet. Once her wrist was in his hand he twisted his own wrist making hers bend backwards. It twisted farther and farther.

If she would not fall her wrist would break, she had not noticed but the longer he held that position the paler his face got. His breathing was coming in heavy gasps. Finally she dropped to the floor.

His hand let go of her wrist and he lifted it back to his side. He sat there staring at the ceiling. He half expected the girl come back and smack him again. He had now made himself harmless as a flower. He could barely move his head let alone his arms.

He heard Meg whimper and scurry backwards until she hit something hard. For a moment there was silence except the heavy breathing from both of them. Then he heard sobbing coming from Meg.

He hadn't broken her wrist it was only a sprain. What was the girl sobbing about like this? He managed to let make his head turn towards the fallen girl.

She had become a white figure. Her body shook and sobs racked her body. She held her hand close to her chest and her other hand rapped around it. In her eyes was a fear as if she was staring at a monster.

Suddenly he felt a twinge of regret for breaking her like this. He turned his head away and laid limp once again in the bed. She had realized what he was a monster, all she had done was care for him and he had nearly broken her wrist.

He was a monster, no one should take care of him. What he needed was a long painful death. He spoke to the poor girl tiredly. 'Take the boat back, leave me, your help is not needed anymore'

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When he at last had let her go she had crawled away as far as she could. She hit the wall and curled into a ball. She was taking care of a monster! She was not one to break down and cry. The last time she had cried was when she had lost her father all those years ago.

Now she was sobbing her body shook with the fear. Christine had once called him her angel. This was no angel. She looked up for a moment expecting him to be over her ready to give her another beating.

She saw him in his bed, he was once again pale and his breathing was labored. He was not going to come after her now. She didn't dare get close to his bed fear entering her blood and spreading quickly.

He then spoke to her and told her to leave. She took up the chance and stood quickly before running out of the room. She ran to the lake and stepped inside the boat quickly. How was she going to paddle back with her wrist?

How was she going to explain this to people at the Opera? And her mother! Her mother would know, she didn't know how but her mother would know. She reached for the long pole thinking that it would be faster then paddling.

She pushed down with all he might sending the boat foreword. Pain shot threw her hand and she closed her eyes. She opened her eyes again to find to her frustration that they had only gone a few feet before stopping.

She let out a cry of frustration and continued on. She finally was able to get a momentum going. Time seemed to drift by and she arrived at the shore. She got out of the boat and looked around before dashing up to the room.

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Erik had heard her leave quickly, then he was left to reflect upon what had happened. He sighed, so much had happened. He now had a pounding head ache. He closed his eyes, he felt exhausted again.

The girl would not return and he knew it. She had seen his face and he had scared the girl, she would never come back. He slowly felt himself fading into blackness sleep finally came over him. He slept lightly, he would have tossed and turned if he had not been weighed down by blankets.

……………………….A few hours later

He awoke sometime later, he was falling back to his old schedule of sleeping only a few hours a day. He felt rested now, maybe he could move around again.

He lifted his hands and pulled off the blankets, he let out an agitated sigh as he found that he could move his legs and body again. It was about time.

He pulled his legs out of the bed and placed them on the floor, now here was the real test. Could he walk? He pressed up with his hands and pushed himself up into a standing position. He felt like he had finally accomplished something.

It was like he had new legs, he felt like they where made of jelly. He started to walk across the room and with each step he was able to walk more stably. He exited the Guest room and headed towards the lake, his hand still had to be placed against the wall for support.

He made his way towards the organ, he placed a hand fondly upon it before looking around. All the candles had burned out, he went around and relit the ones that had gone out and lit a few more.

After lighting the last candle he looked down to his gloves, they where torn and worn. He had also noticed that his jacket was ripped. He walked down to the room where he had tried to get Meg to go to. This time he had the key and unlocked the door and stepped inside.

He made his way down to a chair and sat down at a desk. He took off both gloves and the jacket. He also had to remove the cape, Under his jacket was a white shirt. He then placed down on a desk and stood again. He walked across the room to a old wooden dresser.

He opened up the top drawer and pulled out an unlabeled tube. He had made his own liquid leather if you wanted to call it that. He sat down and began to work.

…………………Some more time later

He was finally done fixing the jacket and gloves. Now they just needed to dry, slowly he stood up and looked around the room. The people had not broken into here, he felt relieved that at least there was some secrecy to his home.

He placed his hand upon the desk as he stopped, had he heard something? He walked out towards the door his steps sure but slow. He opened the door a bit wider and looked out. He saw nothing there. He shrugged his shoulders and walked back into his room when a soft timid voice echoed through the rooms. 'Monsieur Phantom?'

-Hmm interesting huh? Any guesses to who it is? With your review tell me who you think….. -