Ahh all of you guys seem caught on what is to happen! I got a few votes for Meg, Madam Giry and Christine. All would have a nice twist to them. Countess, my cliff hangers may never stop! I love them even though with a story I'm reading I about to die because she is taking for ever to put in the next chapter. L'Wren I think you are right, then again she has no clue what is going on at the moment. Also Gerfan the tube of leather is just one of his creations. I have the next few chapters ready to be written, there is a nice twist coming in the future. Well lets see who was the mysterious voice that calls to our poor Erik! I'm sorry but There is little of Erik in this chapter. This chapter is my longest one yet….it was a while before a good cliffhanger came along. :D

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Meg had run away as fast as could away, up that narrow hallway and into Christine's old room. Tears had fallen from her cheek and led a path to the mirror from the lake, yet there was no one there to fallow them.

With one hand she closed the mirror, the other was grasped closely to her chest. Worry crawled into the girls eyes. Would he come after her? She looked around the room for something to block the mirror.

Her eyes fell upon a dresser, this would have to do. It was beside the mirror and would only have to be pushed into place. She walked to the side of the dresser and put her back to it. She pushed with all she had with her legs until it slid in front of the mirror hiding it from view

She fell to the floor breathing heavily, once again she started to sob. It was for out of fear more than anything, she couldn't see how Christine had ever called him an angel. For all she knew of Christine…she had fallen beneath his rage.

Slowly the sobs quieted to sniffles and the throbbing in her hand returned. She slowly stood, sitting here crying was not going to help with anything.

What would she say to her mother? That was the last thing she wanted to face. Was she to say something like 'Well mother I went down to see the opera ghost's house and he was there. I helped him to his bed because he was sick. Then he almost broke my arm.'

That sounded extremely stupid. Her mother would be thrilled to here it! She walked to the door, she had locked it like her mother always told her to do. So she pulled out her mothers keys and unlocked the door and slipped out. She nervously looked over her shoulder. Good no one was there.

She turned her back and locked the door again. Once again nervously glancing around she dashed off towards her and her mothers room.

The Opera seemed empty, she wondered why. Practices where supposed to be going on but there was only silence. She stopped at her door and took in a deep breath. She hoped that her mother would not be in here.

She opened the door not moving inside as it swung open to revile an empty room. She let her breath come out in a rush as she walked into the room and closed the door. On the inside of the door she found a note written in her mothers neat hand writing.

I had to go into town for some business that concerned the opera house. Practices have been canceled but that means that next week they will have to be doubled. Meg groaned but read on. I shall be gone for the next few days. Child stay out of trouble!

Things could not have been better for her. She went to the bathroom and rummaged threw her mother's things. She winced as she twisted her wrist looking for a bandage. Finally she spotted it, she reached down and grasped it quickly pulling it out.

It took about twenty minutes to wrap her own hand, it was hard to apply a bandage on yourself. Once her hand was wrapped he held it up to look at her work. Her wrist still hurt but with the limited movement it had helped.

She felt herself getting tiered how long had she been down there? She turned towards the bed…it seemed so welcoming. She walked towards the bed and sat down, she had not felt the need to change so she laid down and fell into sleep.

……………………….A few hours later

Meg had slept without dreams, she thanked herself for that. She had fear of nightmares of seeing the horrid man with a mask on half of his face. Lucky none had came.

She had rose from her bed and walked to the mirror, what a mess she was! Her hair was still up from a while ago but was in a knotted clump. Her day cloths that she had slept in where wrinkled and where covered in dirt.

She soon set herself to work making herself acceptable. She than began to think, where was the phantom? He had not come to her so he must not be searching to kill her for what she had done. Then again he had been bed ridden, maybe he was still sick as ever unable to move.

What if he was dieing because no one was taking care of him? She slowly stopped brushing her hair and thought for a moment. She caught a glimpse of her bandaged hand and she felt some anger rise within her. If he did he deserved it! She began again to brush her hair this time with more force.

She had changed out of her clothes to something nicer. Still she had been unable to get the thoughts off the opera ghost. Maybe she should just see if he was ok If he was she would return quickly….if not she would…she would do what would be necessary.

She then remembered that he had not been there for weeks. His food would have gone bad…that is if he had any. She went to the little kitchen that was inside of there little condo like room. She managed to grab a couple of items and put them inside a woven basket.

She then picked up the basket and her mother's keys before walking out of the room. Yet the hallways still seemed to be empty, wow everyone was quiet when he mother was gone.

She quickly walked down the hallway towards Christine's old room every so often looking over her shoulders. At last she had arrived at Christine's door, she placed the basket down and opened it up pulling out the keys she slipped it in the door and turned.

It was then that she felt a hand upon her shoulder. She nearly jumped out of her skin and froze. She began to shake, it was him she was sure of it. Than hand grasped her shoulder tightly.

She turned her head around slowly her face pale. The face she saw was not expected, she relaxed. It was only Sorelli the lead ballet girl. Upon seeing her face Sorelli let go of her and asked with a stern voice. 'Where are you going with that basket?'

Meg had never been a good liar, she bit her tongue and stumbled over a reply. She placed her bandaged hand behind her back. 'I wanted to be alone………..In Christine's room' She couldn't help but look away from the curious gaze.

Sorelli fell for it thinking that Meg was truly disturbed with her friends disappearance, She patted Meg on the shoulder and left.

Meg watched after her surprised that she fell for the lie. She did truly miss Christine but this was not the reason. Thinking of something more she yelled out to the lead ballet girl. 'Please make sure that I am left alone, I do not wish to be disturbed'

She got a nod from Sorelli as she disappeared around the corner. Turning back to the door she pushed it opened and stepped inside. She quickly locked the door behind her.

Meg than placed the basket down on the ground and the keys on the dresser. She had to move the dresser away so she could return. She paused for a moment thinking.

Should she really go back down there, he had tried to kill her…..Twice! She then stepped to the side of the dresser again. Her mind was made! She once again put her back to the dresser and pushed. She felt herself strain before it even budged.

Once again the mirror was reviled, she stood to catch her breath. She walked to the mirror and pushed it to the side. She was having her ballet work out here, and her mother was going to work them over time!

Meg sighed and returned to grab the basket. She could leave the keys here. She then stepped into the stone hallway. She took a step foreword then remembering to the close the mirror she slid it back and headed on her way back down.

Now that she was well rested she was able to go through the lake quicker. When she was half way there her wrist was beginning to throb again. There was no stopping her no though. With each push she felt anxiety rise. Would he attack her again?

Finally she reached shore. She timidly crawled out of the boat but didn't move far, just incase he was to come after her again. She paused to listen then her voice called out. 'Monsieur phantom?'

It seemed so weird to call him Phantom or Opera ghost. He must have a name, she had gone threw her stuff but had found nothing. Maybe he didn't have a name…..

Then she saw him, fear went threw her, he was walking! She fumbled with words and picked up the basket. She turned back to him, he had a look of mild confusion on his face. It was then that she noticed that he did not have his black jacket on but the white undershirt. Also his hands where gloveless, she remembered they had been ripped.

His surprise faded into a glare his voice spoke to her sending a chill up her spine. 'Meg Giry Why have you come back?' She noticed that the storm in his eyes had left, he was glaring at her but there was not the anger that he had when she had left.

Finally finding her voice along with her courage she spoke replying to him. 'I came back to be sure that your well monsieur.' She then raised up the basket and spoke again this time her words sounded dumb to her. 'I brought you something to eat'

Once again she thought, what was his name? She wasn't even sure if her mother knew. She felt slightly fearful was she asked him a question hoping that she had not made him mad again. 'Monsieur what's your name? Surely you have one. You know mine, yet you haven't told me yours…'

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He thought that he had scared away the girl for good. Yet here she was again…bringing him food. He found that quiet humorous that she had brought him something to eat. He was leaning against the wall watching her, she seemed to stumble over things to say.

Her fear was obvious but as she began to speak she became more confident. When she asked for his name he was caught off guard. No one had asked for his name, not even Christine she had referred to him as Angel or phantom.

He seemed to hesitate before regaining his composer. His name didn't fit him or the description didn't. He seemed to grab onto it as he opened his mouth and let his name out slowly. There was no reason to really hide it. 'Erik….My name is Erik.' He had no last name to give no one had cared enough to tell him that. He was just Erik

He anger had disappeared in his time alone. He watched as she held the food, might as well take the food. Madam Giry had been so kind to him so he might as well treat her daughter that way too. He sighed and spoke again his voice emotionless. 'Come then'

He then turned and headed back into the hallway. He had not lit any lights so he walking into darkness. He pace was quick and he turned into a room quickly. The room was very dark and shapes loomed in the shadows. He found a candle and lit it and moved around the room lighting candles so light would be in the room.

When he turned he saw Meg standing in the doorway frozen looking around for anything dangerous it seemed. She seem to think that he was going to draw her in the attack her. He couldn't help but chuckle at the thought.

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So he did have a name, She thought for a moment. He seemed to despise the name, in a way he seemed humored by it by the way his black eyes looked. Erik was not that bad of a name, it meant Honorable Ruler. Then again maybe he found humor in that meaning.

When he motioned for her to fallow she hesitated. Where was he taking her? She then fallowed behind him. Not sure where they were going. But curiosity was her greatest enemy and she often lost to it and would stick her nose where it most often didn't belong.

She moved swiftly behind him when a thought stuck her. She had heard of a torture chamber full of rooms and unbearable heat. Was he taking her there? Was he going to kill her? Not sure she still fallowed him but kept her eyes open for anything strange.

She watch him turn into a completely dark room. She stopped, what room was this. She felt a bad feeling in her gut. Could this be a room that would bring her to her end? She waited for something to happen.

At last the room was lit up and she saw it was just a simple kitchen. It seemed safe enough. Slowly she entered the room ready for a knife to come fling at her. She was still wary about this man, not sure if she could really trust him.

She took a few steps into the room and gave a quick look around before returning her gaze to Erik. She then remembered Christine for some reason. What had happened to her? Slowly she spoke her body tense ready to run if he was to once again get angry. 'Monsieur Erik What happened to Christine?' She was afraid for his response. Did he kill her?

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He turned once she entered, he studied the room. Cabinets where left open, on the floor there was a broken plate. It was broken into large pieces but there where many. There was about ten to fifteen pieces. He lowered to the ground and carefully picked up the pieces.

When she spoke he tensed visibly, his body froze at the sound of her voice. He delayed his reply, putting the pieces down upon a counter top. He kept his back to her as he spoke his voice became harsh. 'I do not know, I was thinking that you would know more than I.'

He kept his eyes on the plate pieces. He could fix the plate, he had glue in a drawer somewhere. There was no reason to throw away something that could be fixed. He never realized I but he could relate to the broken plate. It was broken and in the eyes of most it was ruined something that must be thrown away. He spoke his voice still snappy 'I did not kill her if that is what you are so worried about'

In the eyes of Erik all he had to do was gather all the pieces and put them together and glue them together, yes it would always be cracked but it still was a plate and could be used right? It was all of a matter of thought. Megs voice caught him from behind 'You loved her didn't you?'

Very observant wasn't she? He sighed before fiddling with the pieces he slowly began to align them into place. At last the where aligned out spread a bit apart ready to be glued together. To his surprise he felt a hand placed upon his back.

He drew away from her and moved across the room trying to find something to occupy himself with. He began to close the cabinets that the thieves had rummaged threw. Slowly he spoke, sorrow leaked into his words. 'It was a mistake…I should have known'

He broke off there. He should have known that she loved Raoul more than him. He was a monster no one could love him. There was a saying that 'Only a mother could love that face'. What if even that mother had never loved it?

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Meg watched him pick up the pieces of plate, she found herself worrying that he may cut himself. What? Why did she care if he cut himself it was his own fault. She convinced herself this and looked around the kitchen, it was obvious that it had been rummaged through.

She felt relived when he said that Christine was not harmed by him. Though she felt irritated by his tone. Why was he so snappy about it? Then she realized it like a brick had hit her squarely in the face. He had loved Christine! Why had it taken her so long to realize it?

When she snapped that he didn't kill them she, for once was not angry with him. Yes she was relived that her friend was safe, but Christine was strong and was now most likely wed to the Raoul.

So long as Christine was happy and safe Meg was relived. But what of this poor creature? Abandoned by the only thing he loved. She could now only fill pity for him.

She came up behind him as he was placing the pieces together. She spoke to him she spoke not really out of an question but more to point it out to herself. He seemed to draw away from her touch and he closed all the cabinets. When he said the that love was a mistake she felt so dumb.

She had called him a monster…..she had thought him emotionless. Yet he was suffering from a broken heart. Maybe that is why he had a mysterious illness! Everything was falling into place she was now understanding more and more about this poor soul.

She again came to the side of him, she wanted him to understand that he was not alone. She was ready to maybe help with the pain. She placed her small uninjured hand upon his rather large one. She spoke sadly and looked into his black eyes, he seemed to hold a sorrow that was more horrible than one could explain. 'Love is not a mistake, it just happens.'

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He knew it would happen but did he stop himself from getting more involved with her. He thought that maybe if she would have never known…..He should have known that he could have not stopped that. Love just happens? Hmmmm that was an interesting way to put it.

His love for Christine had been a mistake, she never could have loved him. Yet because of this he seemed to be blind though to what was right under his nose.

Erik felt a hand come down upon his own bare hand. He turned to see Meg at his side, this girl seemed not able to quit. This time though he did not move away from her, he turned to gaze at her in the eye. His black eyes filled with sorrow.

He spoke trying to correct her no it was all a mistake. A mistake for believing that she could love him. The pain of it all was filling the cup, it was more than a man could handle. Then again Erik was no ordinary man correct? 'My love was a mistake….The facts where laid out before me but I ignored them I thought I could change things………'

He shook his head at his foolishness. What was he doing? He was explaining his problems to this girl, but yet she seemed willing to listen. He turned his back to her and looked down, she seemed to feel sorry for him. He didn't want someone to be sorry for him, he just wanted…he wanted something but couldn't grasp what it was.

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How could of he fallen so in love with her only to be turned down? She began to wonder if it was because his face or if she really did love Raoul. She probably really loved Raoul, then again she couldn't but feel that maybe she had let Erik to believe that she loved him too. It seemed cruel, but would Christine really do that to him?

He seemed so sad she lifted her hand to touch his face, but he turned away. Knowing why she fallowed him as he walked away. When he at last stopped she walked in front of him. Her eyes full of determination as she stared up at him. He watched her back his eyes telling her not to do it.

She was sick of seeing his stupid mask! Why was it such a big deal? Then again she had been taught to accept every one, no matter what. She spoke her voice slightly agitated. 'I wish you would remove that mask!'

With that she reached up to pulled his mask off again. He tried to pull his head back but it was to delayed of an reaction. Sure she was defying him, but who cared? She caught the mask and pulled it off. She could not think straight, and as she stared up at the deformed side of his face.

She was determined not to flinch, and was doing a good job at it. She then looked up to meet his eye It wasn't till then that she realized the severity of what she had just done…

-Oh its so long! I had to find just the right ending for you guys! Meg….what can I say about that girl? Good thing her mother is gone. Also I am looking for a Beta reader someone to correct all my chapters let me know who can do it-