I told her about all your opinions she just wonders why we could like a murderer, I told her it was more than that. I found its pointless though, Anyways I got really bored yesterday so I drew a pic. of Erik. I would like to see your opinion on it. I set it as my homepage so check it out. Anyways I have answers to some of your reviews.

Snowfox2- Good terms? Hmm Erik is pretty ticked at Meg, he is going to calm down bit but he will hold a grudge. Also after this chapter Erik will be in a very fowl mood. I added another twist to our poor characters, poor unhappy Erik.

ashanti01- Yes meg was quiet brutal, I felt like I could give her a good punch myself but that is not really possible. It may seem to just be what he needs, but for now it does not help anything.

Anyways, I am going to see the movie again in a few days -jumps around happily- there will be about 10 people with me. Including my friend who rps Meg. Lets have an old friend join us in this chapter….

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Erik turned his head towards the door. He found that the force of the slam had made the door bounce open. There watching him was Meg Giry. He instantly turned his face away his deformed side hidden by shadows. With one eye looking at her he glared, he felt weak without the comfort of his mask. He stood and walked to the edge of the room where he had thrown the mask. This was all done with a strange calmness, though he felt anger twirl inside of him like a tornado.

Still glaring at her with one eye he leaned down and picked up the mask and looked at it before placing it back on. A facture ran up the side of the mask, it had cracked from his forehead down to his eye and stopped there. It looked like someone had hit him over the head with something heavy. Luckily it still fit his face and stayed in place. Only then did he turn to face Meg.

Tears no longer fell, but a path of where they had been was upon his face. He had pulled in himself into the shadows so she could not see. His mask was the only visible thing the crack was clearly visible and only added to his ghastly figure. Anger surged threw him, she was right now one had loved him, why would she want to be down here anyways? He spoke his voice dripping with malice. 'What do you want mademoiselle?'

Behind his mask, inside of himself he was still crying. Crying for the cruelties of the world, crying for the mother he never had. Crying for love that never had been received. Behind his large and powerful frame was yet a human being who had been pushed off the edge. Yet he had caught on a branch on the way down, but he kept slipping farther and farther down the branch. Now he was on the edge and time was clicking by.

She had stepped inside his room even further. So much for a knock or asking for permission to enter. He eyes watched her, contempt written across his face. It was a look that he naturally had anyways. He stood there his chest rising and falling in his anger. His cloak stood still around his figure, time seemed to stand as they stood there in silence for a slight moment before Meg opened her mouth.

Words pored out of her open mouth , he caught surprisingly a large amount of it. She was sorry; sure she was sorry, was she saying that out of fear? What she said was not true; He almost snorted, boy was that something stretched from the truth. She started to something but changed her mind. She went on about there had to be someone in this world who cared for him.

Erik was irritated with her being in his room. This was his only place where he could be alone. He walked foreword his strides quick and he came to her side. For the third time his hand reaches out and grabs her arm. He swings the door open with his other hand and drags her out of his room with a emotionless face. He was contained enough to not grip her arms with enough strength to brake her arm. Once they where out of the room he closed it behind him, without him touching it the door locked itself with a click. Erik let go of Meg to spin her around to face him. Cruel humor danced in his eyes as he walked away from her. He ranted on angrily. 'Oh sure there is someone out there. Who? Meg can you name someone that could care?'

His words where thrown out as if without care but each one pierced threw him like a hot knife. It was horrible, he personally knew how it felt a scar upon his back was a reminder of that. He did not stop to let her reply he went on his voice held a fake humor. His voice grew in volume as he grew angrier. As he went on he never really recalled what had happened over the past week. 'My Mother never loved me, No one that watched me in the cage, No one is my opera house, not Christine…..The only person that had helped me is at the bottom of the ocean!'

Maybe he should just die, the thought had gone threw his head so many times. He stalked into the open of the room with the lake. He had referred to Meg's mother, he did not know if he had hurt her with that but he was feeling that he was beyond reason anymore…..Past the point of no return. He had not felt anything really important towards Madame Giry but now when he thinks the last and only being that had helped and somewhat cared for his well being was gone. Yet still he was blind.

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She felt fear go through her as he turned and looked right at her. There was no denying the anger and hurt that was in his eyes. She felt even more guilt build up in her, God why had she gone and said that? He turned from her. Out of curiosity Meg interred the room, and looked around a little. She had never been here before...A gasp escaped her lips when she saw a coffin in the room. He slept in a coffin! Was he mad?

Where was he going? She watched him as he bent over to pick some thing up. When he at last turned to look at her she realized it was his mask he had picked up. Why was it on the floor? Then she saw the crack on the mask, so he had thrown it there. The crack made his appearance look even more frightening. She had hurt him even more than she had thought at first.

He demanded to know what she wanted, she took his rage and did her best not to flinch when he hissed at her. She had brought his rage upon her self and for once and she would take it as it came. Opening her eyes to look at him in the eye. 'I just wanted to say sorry…for what said back there…it wasn't true. I car…I mean someone out there erm I uh…'

She had almost said it, she had almost confessed her feelings to him right in his face. She realized that she just rambled off, but she had covered herself pretty well. She nervously twirled her fingers in the dress.

Almost within a blink of an eye he had grabbed hold of her arm and she was being dragged from the room. She knew there was no point of fight it, so she just allowed herself to be dragged along. He was in so much pain, all because of her, well it wasn't just her…it was every thing, human kind in general. She was spun around to face him as he stalked off, his voice hissing back at her.

God was he so dense! Was he so blind that she was here? If she felt nothing for him would she have let him just take her from her room when she could of been with all the other dancers. Name one person who cared? Well even if there was only one she was standing right in front of him. His own mother hated him! Meg, even in her anger of the moment, could only feel pity for him. Her voice was dry and emotionless and when she finished she turned towards the lake, ready for him to dismiss her. 'I helped you, you are not as alone as you think, but if you want me to leave I will do so, I'm sorry for intruding on you.'

She turned back to look at him, a hint of sadness was in her eyes, but she masked it well. He seemed to be soaking her words in. It looked like he was calming down. He told her she should return to the opera house above. She did her best to hide the disappointment she felt as she nodded her head and walked towards the boat..

Getting into the bat she grabbed the long oar and started to make her way back to the other shore. There was no point in staying down here, it was clear he felt nothing but pity towards her. She might as well go back to her old life, even if it was without her mother. Perhaps she could learn to love some rich suitor. Some had made there presence know before, but her mother always chased them away.

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Erik stopped for a moment and seemed to calm down a bit. His hair laid messily upon his head from his hand running threw it. Erik turned to face Meg, it was then that she took a step towards the lake and she spoke. She had been here for him, it was true. The past days had just gone by, it was almost too much to handle. He had not really had time to think about Meg and the fact is that she had helped so much.

For a moment he held his angered stance. He should have just seen her off with a flick of his hand without care. Then he recalled the days before, she had taken care of him. She could have left on the boat, yet the only times she left she seemed to come back. She had not really showed hatred towards him. His face changed a bit and his anger disappeared. She was also offering to leave, his mind was so jumbled at the moment. He needed time alone also if she was to stay down here she would certainly become more like Christine did. White and ghastly, he could not let Meg get that way. His voice once again calm he spoke. 'No Mademoiselle you are not intruding, For now I think that you should return to the opera above. Before you know it they will be coming down here, I would prefer if that did not happen again.'

He waited for her response, would she refuse to leave like last time or would she just leave? What he had said was true but yet it was the half truth. The truth was that he was afraid of getting too close to her. He would not condemn another soul to his horrid life.

Erik watched her leave on her own, she got in the boat and paddled off. For a moment he stood there, watching the boat disappear around the turn. He shook his head and turned away. Not a word was spoken to her as she left. He had nothing the say. He had not noticed the disappointment in her eyes as she left. She was like her mother offering help when it was needed. At least it was good to know that someone cared in some form.

-Three Weeks Later-

He had been pacing underneath the opera for a while. Thoughts went threw his head, the opera was still manageress but it was being run by some other people. There was no demands to be made until one clamed the opera. He shook his head. Maybe it was time to see what was going on, as in rumors and see if anything had been said about him. He quickly made his way threw the underground maze. He was up to the level right beneath the main floor. He needed to get higher to see what was going on. Then he heard noises above. One person spoke a man, Erik did not know him. Another person spoke and his heart nearly stopped, it was her.

She was here? Inside of his opera, again? He thought that she would not dare to put a foot in here ever again. The Changy would never let her, he possibly forbid her to come to this part of Paris also. He needed to see that it was really her before he made any actions. He set off at a run cloak flying out behind him. He climbed upwards high and higher until he was in a hidden nook in the wall where he was hidden by shadows. Yet he could see clearly it was her, it was Christine.

Erik watched her as she stood with some man. Strangely enough he was not the Victome or it was not that fool Raoul. He had the body of an Victome. He pushed the man aside in his mind as he watched Christine, she was nervous always looking over her shoulder. He had to admit that she had the right to do so. He let out a silent sigh as he waited. What did she want? She was probably here to see Meg and her other friends. Almost on cue Meg came around the corner, she seemed distraught. Then again her mother had just died so she had a reason.

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Meg was once more attending ballet practice, they had already gotten a new teacher. The woman was nice, but could never replace her mother as ballet teacher here, or so some other girls said. She missed her mother, she scowled down at the white and pink dress. She felt it was an insult to her mother to be not wearing her usual black dress. But there was nothing else to do and she might as well go back to practice, besides she might as well not get out of shape.

She was jerked out of her thoughts as someone called her name. Looking up (she had been staring at her feet) she saw a woman and man sanding together. The man wore a suit and looked as thought he might be a new patron, but she shrugged it off. The woman was in all black and a lace vial his her face, but there was no way she could forget that voice. 'Christine! It's really you!'

She whispered her friends name, it could not be… she was pretty sure she was not dreaming, or dieing for that fact. Running forward she flung her arms around her friend pulling her into a hug, and smiling for the first time since her mothers death. Her face brightened and her eyes shown as she looked at her old friend, but there was something wrong…

Meg watched as Christine smiled back slightly surprised at Meg's hello. Christine looked at meg concern in her eyes for a moment but it faded and her smile returned. Meg was so glad to see her friend again, Meg watched happily as Christine spoke 'Oh Meg! It's so good to see you! You must tell me what's been happing around here!'

Meg smiled at her friend, finding that the smile would not leave her lips. It was great to see her friend it had been to long since that night she disappeared from the stage with Erik. Erik, Meg did her best to keep smiling at the thought of him. She had told every one he was dead, but if he found out Christine was in the opera house, and without Raoul. She prayed that Erik would stay down and not decide to come up that day.

Meg glanced over to the man who was escorting Christine, he was not as tall as Erik, but had handsome features. He seemed familiar, but ignored it. Turning she looked back at Christine. She scowled slightly at the lack of things going on, but at the moment life in the Opera house was rather boring. 'Not much really…'

Meg turned back to Christine, would she introduce this man that was standing next to her? Christine got the hint and turned a hint of red. She had completely forgot she points to the man and says. 'Oh how rude of me! Meg This is Alexander De Changy, Raoul's Cousin.'

Meg dipped into a ballerina curtsy to the man. He seemed nice enough, but Meg wondered why this man was here and not Raoul? Then two things clicked together, This strange man and why Christine was wearing all black. Raoul was dead.

The man, Alexander Dipped his head to her. He then spoke to Meg 'It is a pleasure to meet you Mademoiselle'

Meg couldn't help but smile some more. It had been so long sense she had seen her friend. She was something the brightened her day. She listened around as it grew silent for a moment. Christine seemed to be thinking. Alexander seemed to be distracted on the upper level. Meg turned back to Christine as she spoke. 'Meg? What happen to him?'

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Erik watched as Meg lifted her head and saw Christine and the man, or more so Christine. She ran up and embraced her. They started to talk endlessly as the other man stood back. His gaze came over to the spot where Erik was. Erik freezes and the mans gaze passes over without care. When Christine asked Meg what was going on he turned to look at the blond haired girl wondering what she was going to say.

They had taken a few steps to the left, out of his vision from this position. He grumbled to himself quietly as he turned around, he would need another spot to watch. He found a pillar where he could easily be behind. Yet if someone else came from the other direction they would see him. He looked around and found a large group of candles. It was late anyways no one would notice a few lights go off. He walked over to candles and quickly blew them out, he was thrown into darkness. Slowly he moved to the pillar they where in his clear vision now.

Erik watched as Christine replied, she didn't say much. He didn't think she would say much, he turned as Christine introduced Alexander. So he was the fops Cousin. Erik shook his head, that all he needed another De Changy here. Erik then listened as Christine dropped his voice and asked about him. Well maybe there was another reason she was here. Had she given up on Raoul to come back. Anger burned inside of him at the thought. He stepped into the light, his cloak blowing around his feet. His posture was held tall as he spoke his voice bombed. 'Well I'm guessing that you are asking about me Christine are you not? I didn't think you would return'

Anger dripped from every word like acid. What was she doing here? It was again tearing him apart to see what he could never have. Yet here she was asking about him. Was she expecting him to be her angel again? The angel had died, it had died with the rest of him.

-Well I thought a little reunion would be nice. I would like to hear what you think of the new twist. I am happy to say that I do own one thing here in this story its Alexander! Ok I feel slightly satisfied. -.-