Thank you all for the reviews. It has been a while since I have written…..Its only been a few days but I like getting a new chapter up every day or so. Life has been a roller coaster for me and so bare with me, if there is any long delays in my chapters something big night have happened. Surprises would not be anything new but anyways I should shut-up about my life and continue with our very confused characters.

ashanti01- Hmm I don't know how long they will be together, like I said the fluffiness dies and it will replaced with…..mixed feelings. This chapter turns dramatically( not going to say too much :D)

ModestySparrow9- Yes I type too fast and sometimes add a 'k' to now and sometimes I don't add it. My mind sometimes go to fast for my hands and I forget…..anyways pokes people Where are the people who said that they where going to edit my posts. I sent you emails letting you know what I needed but I have not got any replies…

Rue Marie- steps away Ok so I'm not inviting you to my funeral….lol JK

Here we go!

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She thought that he pitied her, he did but it was more than just staring off in a corner and saying 'I feel sorry for you' He was doing something more, all he had received if anything at all was someone say from a distance 'poor guy' then they would do nothing to make it better. He hated it, it was foolish to even listen to them they only said it because they thought it would make one feel one better but it only cut him deeper and made him angry.

Once he closed the door he started off towards the back. He passed they all seemed to be different from large French doors to old plaster ones. They where all darkly colored reflecting the mood on the whole house.

Erik came upon a Smaller dark gray plaster door. It only had a hole for a handle. He pulled the door open with some force. Beyond the door was yet another passage way with no light it seemed like a wall of black. Erik didn't hesitate to step into the darkness. Behind him the door swung shut like a heavy blanket he was hidden in the security of the darkness.

Once inside the black passageways he slowed his pace, there was no way anyone was going to be here so there was no need to hurry. He took a left at a fork and kept walking. His eyes had adjusted to the dark and he could see fine in the blackness.

He had it in set in his mind, once Meg was well enough she would return to the opera. Then again she was not sick, and yet she was. She was mentally unstable. Erik shook his head as he stopped. He had come to a place where the pathways stopped and fell below. Erik took a step backwards and then took a running step foreword and leaped.

He reached up and grasped a handful amount of ropes in his hand as he was in the air. His arms held him up as he swung across the hole. He looked up, reaching up he grabbed the rope and pulled his body up. He began to climb higher up into the opera. After a ways up his arms began to burn but he was almost there. Pulling himself up for the last time he comes to a passageway. He swings his body into the ledge and continues to walk on.

Soon he comes back to the place where last time he decided to check out the door slam. He walked until he came to the staircase, he quickly walked down till he came to the trapdoor. For a moment he listened. He only heard silence, it was safe to go. Erik reached down and pulled the door open, he looked round the room for a moment before he steps into the room.

A moment he stops and looks around. He sees a hairbrush on the counter and a few other things, might as well grab quiet a few things. He made a pouch like thing with his cloak and gathered several things. When he had the items he though important he quickly moves towards the door and departs into blackness.

Erik entered back into his house silently items in hand. He walked towards the guest room and stopped at the door listening to see what she was doing. He did not feel like barging, he had some manners when he felt like it…….

From the silence of the room rose the noise of rapid breathing, he wondered what she was doing. The breathing slowed and there was again silence Erik looked down to the handful of stuff he had. He rose his hand and lightly tapped it on the door. His voice spoke 'Meg?'

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After he left to do whatever he was going to do, Meg walked to the bed and sat down. She was so exhausted. Slowly she set her head onto the soft pillow and her eyes dropped as she fell into an uneasy sleep. Dreams overtook her troubled mind.

It was bright, too bright. Meg blinked a few times, but the light was still there, it was almost blinding. She was sitting on the ground, and then a shadow came over her. Looking up she saw the figure of Christine yet again. Meg had a feeling that she had seen this before. 'Meg why did you come back here? I warned you he's dangerous, why didn't you listen to me?'

Meg stared up her friend, they had to stop meeting like this. 'Christine, what are you doing here? What do you mean he dangerous?' Then she felt pain, her wrist stung and bruises appeared on her arms. 'See what he's done to you? Stay away from him Meg…stay away…'

Christine looked down upon Meg's bruises, concern in her eyes. Slowly Christine started to fade away Meg reached out to grasp her but she could grasp nothing. Her mind started to turn, Meg let out a strangled cry in desperation. 'Wait! Christine! Don't leave me!'

Meg jerked awake, what was up with that dream? Why did Christine keep coming to warn her against Erik? What did it all mean? Meg realized that she was breathing heard, and her face was sweaty. What was Erik hiding?

The knock on the door made her jump. She hadn't realized that she had been so deep in thought. She was about to call out 'who's there' but of course it would be Erik who else would be down here and knock before they entered a room. Hesitantly she replied 'Come in Monsieur'

Ashe came in she saw the his arms were full of her stuff, she felt slightly sorry for having him go and get her stuff. Oh well. Her dream came to mind as she looked at him. She figured she might as well start asking questions, but the first one that came out of her mouth was far off subject of her dream. 'How long has a trap door been in my room?'

Meg watches as He walks foreword and places the items on the bed, there was a brush and other small items. He had brought a outfit that she had placed on the bed before she had read the note. She looked up, he was departing again. When he heard her question he turned and sighed. He walked over and pulled up a chair.

Meg had not noticed that, it must be something new. It looked a lot like one from backstage but she shrugged off. That could be asked about later. Erik watched her staring at the chair and replied 'It's been there since before you moved in there. Why?'

She was just wondering about it. She shrugged his shoulders, it was just a thought that she was thinking about it. Then she thought again…He could have watched her while she changed. She stared at him for a moment. He didn't seem like on who would do that.

Letting out a soft sigh as lay her head against a soft pillow. What now, she had been asking the question a lot lately. Yet though she wanted a lot answered she fell silent. How could she ever go back to her old life with out her mother?

Erik's voice split the silence. It was calm and it was inquisitive 'I thought you would have more questions to ask.' She felt a anger bubble in her, he expected her to have more questions did he? Well maybe for once she didn't fell like talking, why did every one expect her to always be so bloody happy all the time, she wasn't a never ending talking machine!

Taking a deep breath she calmed her self. He wanted her to ask more questions, fine let him learn the hard way. 'Why do you live down here? What did you mean you were in a prison? Where is Christine? Why did you let her go? What led you to her? Why are you being so nice to me? How did you learn to write Music? Where did you learn how to sing? Why do you want me to ask you all of these questions? Why is life so unfair? What am I to do now…'

Her words slowly faded away as she choked on her words. She turned her head into the pillow and warm tears once again began to fall. It was all too much, why….why, why, why. Her head screamed the question again and again. Sobs racked her body.

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Erik walks in and places the stuff on The side of the bed. He turned to look at her when she asked the question. He could tell that was going to be question on top of question. He sighed and walked over to a chair and sat down in it. He had placed the chair in there when Meg left. He looked up and answered her question calmly. 'Its been there since before you moved in Why?'

Erik looked up to see her sit up and reply to him. She was plain and simple, he had expected another question was going to come out after that. Yet none came, she was grieving in a different way he could tell. She was being quiet and talking little. He still couldn't figure out why he was caring. What was it? It was driving him mad to not know.

Christine had feared him, she had pity but most of it was fear. She came down because he told her too. Yet here was Meg almost begging to be with him. Now though she looked at him in a confused state. He wondered what was going through her mind. He sighed and looked around the room. The only thing he had changed was adding the chair. He turned his gaze back again to Meg. He spoke to her about only having one question.

He watched as her face grew angry she then calmed herself down only exploded with words rambling on and on. He only caught a few of the questions. He watched her from the chair his eyes watching. He had not really expected this then again he wasn't expecting anything anymore. He didn't know what to think what would happen.

He felt himself get angered, all he wanted was to help for once and was does he get? A woman's ranting anger. This is how the whole world was, if you give a little they take and leave. Not giving anything back, he felt the erg to stomp out of the room. He glared at her for a moment before she broke into tears. Then he felt himself being brought back down from earth, she was mentally having a breakdown and he was not making it any better. He stood and walked over to the bed he sat down on the bed he laid a hand upon her shoulder and spoke. Words stumbled out without much thought 'I'm sorry Meg…..I am just can't understand'

She kept sobbing, for a moment she stopped. She began to shake underneath him. What was happening to her now? When she turned to face him he saw the anger in her face, she was shaking in anger. She yelled out at him angrily. 'How could you understand? It's not like any ones ever loved you!'

His eyes were so cold, full of anger and spite. His cold stare priced her already broken heart and chilled her to the bone. Is seemed that in his eyes all the pain of the world resided there. 'Oh God he's going to beat me!' Meg thought with fear as she felt herself tense up as he stood quickly, but he surprised her by leaving suddenly. The door slammed and she half expected him to lock her in and let her rot away. But the sound never came and she was left in darkness.

To add to the pain already in her heart she now had to deal with the guilt of having said that to Erik. He had been kind enough to take her into him home when she needed someone most. Then she went and said something totally out of line. With a sigh she dried her tears on a sheet and got to her feet slowly.

She moved quietly to the door that had slammed only a few moments before. It bounced open and she peeked through the crack in the door. She was only met with moor sadness. He was crying! She felt a tear of her own fall to match his. Until he turned. Fear grabbed her and she found that she was rooted on the spot.

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Erik watched her, when she turned and yelled he was slightly taken aback. He recoiled his hand quickly as if she had tried to hit him. His eyes narrowed also meeting her gaze, then she exploded telling him that he had never had anyone love him. He leaped up from off the bed eyes now angry black slits. From his sudden movements his cloaked swished around his feet and slowly ceased to move. For a moment he didn't move just staring at her.

He then turned away and was quickly out of the room. He slammed the door shut behind him. He felt tempted to lock it to let her rot away in there. In his fury he kept walking, his pace was quick and he soon disappeared into the shadows of the hallway. He stopped at a door and quickly pulled out his keys. He fumbled with them for a moment before he got the right one he unlocked the door and stepped in. He quickly closed the door behind him.

Erik walked into his room and stopped, his back leaned against a wall and he sighed. He ran a hand through his hair before standing up right and walking towards his desk. He removed his cloak and set it upon the desk chair then he sat in it. He lowered his head into his hands. She was right, no one had ever loved him. No one had and no one ever will. His couldn't help it but his body began to shake angrily. Why had no one ever loved him? It was because of his face, some would dare correct him and say that it was him as a murderer, is you look beyond that you find that he kills for the anger of man kind. And since childhood he had been hated because of his face.

Erik reached up and tore the mask off his face harshly, his own nails cutting into his deformed flesh. He did not realized in his anger that he had cut himself till the blood dripped down his cheek. He took out a hanker chief and wiped it away fiercely which had no prevail. Why had he been cursed like this? Before life had he committed a crime that made him this way? He looked down at the mask, its white glow seemed to shine in the dark. Erik snarled at it and chucked it across the room. It hit the wall hard with a loud snapping noise and fell to the ground with a thud. Erik again placed his head in his hands. It was then that he began to weep. Tears fell upon his exposed flesh, mixing with blood. He cried quietly to himself shoulders hunched over in his pain. There was no one in this world who could care.

He felt anger grow at Meg, she was not cursed, she did not have to live in this underground world. Someone would take pity on her and take her into there home. Some fine suitor would come and carry her away. Someone could always love her. She only had a broken heart nothing more nothing less. He would never be accepted anywhere. Who would take in a monster? They would call their men and imprison him just because he looked like he did. He felt anger grow for Meg, she had have her life torn away from her well he had too but it had been torn away from the moment of birth. The only life he had was as the Opera ghost. A bloody tear drops to the floor. Erik again raises the handkerchief this time he gently places the Handkerchief on. He had never noticed but the door had bounced back open and left it ajar, open for any looking eyes.

-They both have some anger issues…….My mom can't understand this but Erik has a big reason to be the way he is. Poor Erik, huggles Erik plushie She likes Raoul better than him! Not that I hate Raoul or anything its just that she thinks Erik deserves what he is getting. shakes head Anyways let the reviews keep coming-