Please don't kill me, I know it took like forever to write the next chapter but I realized that hey, the end of the school year is coming and it would be good to pass the 8th grade. So I have been so busy and life has been a roller coaster of up and down. At the moment I feel like I need to go somewhere and scream, but in our gated community they would call the cops and I would get in trouble -.-

gavvie+ blondeducky77- Thank you, if you can guess I have had close to zero knowledge of French. I asked my friend and that is what she told me. /glares at some person who knows who they are. \

ModestySparrow9- I was comparing that chapter to my normally longer chapters, but I guess it all how you describe as 'long' The whole I'm here thing was cool, but I really did not like that chapter as much. It needs to be edited before I can really enjoy it. I am very glad that I inspired you to write more…I shall go and check out your story and see if it is boring or not (I doubt it)

Sbkar+Kim-Gordan+anime-queen46- Te he, she has plans for those masks. I enjoyed that idea of her taking them -kudos to catmarie-

Rue Marie- She doesn't like the mask a bit, may go into detail why later for those who don't quiet get it. The mask angers her more than anything though. Yes the fact of her wrapping her arms around him -thinks and then twitches- you are quiet right. It would be frightening for that to happen. Sorry about the '5' year old antics thing, I was not really in a good typing mood that day I will try to fix that along with the present tense thingy, and yes I did understand exactly what you where saying. ….one more thing update the story when you can please, it is one of the best! You are like my phanfiction idol. .

Ok both of my beta readers have abandoned me, I have sent out e-mails but have not gotten a reply or any updates or anything. So once again I need someone who can help me with my hideous spelling and grammatical errors. Then again… I can't spell anything wrong because spell check but sometimes I use the wrong words and…you get what I mean. As a heads up this chapter changes things up a bit.

/The mask that Meg did not take\

Meg had been locked down in the house by the lake for days. Yes locked in, There was no way out of Erik's house at the moment. She had tried to exit through the lake but quickly found that somehow the caverns had changed. It didn't matter what way she went she always ended up at the dock to where the boat was tied. She had tried to go through the torture chamber, she had grabbed the keys that she had used to open Erik's bedroom and entered the room. She found that she could not find the other way out, so she had gone back and tried to figure some way out.

There was none.

She had looked everywhere, she searched every room and went back to the other side of the lake twice to make sure she had lost her sense of direction. It was obvious that somehow Erik had closed off all the passageways for her to get out.

Yesterday the kitchen had been restocked with food without Meg's knowledge. So there was evidence that Erik's was hanging around, but he was hiding from her. Sense she was alone had had little to nothing to do she let her mind ask one main question 'Why was he hiding from her?' So for the total of four days she thought about this. All she got out of it was frustration and more confusion.

On the forth day, Meg laid in her bed just staring at the blanket as she counted how many stitches it contained. Desperate for a distraction? You would be too if you knew that you where locked inside your house with nothing to do for days. She had been at this for a while, she is now at 1,634 stitches.

"1,635.…1,636" Meg whispered under her breath as she counted.

She lost count as soon as she heard the squeak of the torture chambers door open. It was a strange sound to hear in the often silent house. Meg had found a strange, flat, plastic object and had placed it like a doormat in front of the torture chamber door and so when it was opened it moved against the plastic and squeaked. It was one of her Erik-alert traps that she had installed into the household.

She tossed the thick comfiture off herself and dashed towards the door to her room. She grabbed the door to her room and pulled it open and dove into the hallway. She was still in her dress from her recent attempt to cross the lake and find the way out and had not bothered to change into night clothes.

Her feet slip on the carpet that she had placed in front of the door. (yes she had…redecorated Erik's house a bit) She fell foreword but caught her self with her hands and once again pushed herself up and was running again. There was no way he was getting away this time, she was fed up with his hiding and her being trapped down here like some disobedient slave.

A huddled form soon came into view as she searched the hallway in her frantic run. The cloaked figure was examining the plastic 'Erik-alert'. Most likely in a reflex Erik bolted up when he saw her running and took a defensive step backwards.

Meg ignored this and soon as she caught up to him she pushed him into the wall, she pinned him there with both arms pressing against his shoulders. Meg felt triumphant as she held a surprised opera ghost to the wall. Then again she knew that he could push her away with a finger but why waste the moment with that thought?

She spoke through gritted teeth "Where in the world have you been Erik! And also tell me why you locked me down here! I know you…you…you did something, but why " Her voice slowly faded out as she calmed down and realized that she was spilling out everything at once.

She turned to look at him in the eye, the reflection of a nearby candelabra cast a yellow glow in his eyes. His surprise quickly turned irritation and he pushed her arms off lightly before answering quietly and sharply. "That is none of your business"

None of her business? He had to be kidding, she was the one stuck down her alone. She took a step back and glared at him. His posture was once again tall and erect, he was once again back to his physical self, or he was at least making it seem that way

……:…..

Letting time pass Erik had watched everything that was going on around the opera as normal. Spending hours just sitting up above the stage; watching and listening to everyone below. He mostly stayed away from everyone and recuperated.

On the first day when he left he had made it so Meg would not find her way out. On the third day he brought fresh food into the house why she was off doing something else and slipping out before she ever noticed. He had removed the bandages that day and had contemplated returning to Meg or not to. He turned and had departed as he heard a clatter from Meg's room.

Now he was still wondering if he should show himself to Meg, he had opened the door to the torture chamber and was waiting for some answer to come to him. He settled with checking on Meg, if it looked like he needed to show himself he would and if he didn't….maybe he could give himself a few more days.

Unlocking the door he carefully pushed it open, and a loud squeaking noise seem to shatter the silence like glass. Glancing down he saw a weird object on the ground, he stepped inside the hallway and closed the door behind him.

He leaned down to look at what it was, it had not been there yesterday when he had brought the food so Meg must have placed it here. Quiet clever.

He then heard a loud bang, before he glances up he looks at the flat object once more before turning his head. He was shocked to find Meg barreling at him. Getting his feet under him he stands up quickly and steps back.

What in the world was she doing? He saw her intensions as her hands raised up a few feet before she met him. He was too much in shock to dodge it or make a counter attack. Meg pushed him back hard into the wall….she had gained a lot momentum or she was getting stronger.

Once she pinned him to the wall she opened her mouth and once more words tumbled out like a flow of water. She asked about where he had been and why he had kept her down here.

He had never liked being trapped or caged. It was a feeling that he despised greatly, he reaches up and pushes Meg's hands down before replying to her and telling her it was none of her business. He felt more an more irritated as she glared at him….He wondered why the sudden anger at her. She had done nothing wrong. He ignored the thoughts in his head and stared back at her.

"None of my business? Erik you left me down here alone with no way to go out. What is up with you?" Meg said trying to contain her own anger.

During this time Erik shook his head. He put a arm foreword and lightly pushed her off to the side and walked towards his room down the hallway. He wasn't up for a conversation containing those questions, maybe she would take the hint.

She didn't. She followed close behind him and kept speaking, Erik tried to ignore her but he felt Meg grasp his arm firmly and she pulled him around. She was agitated as he was and it was easily noticed in her voice "Erik stop."

He turned to look at her with a sigh, he again meets her eyes. He then noticed that there where bags under her eyes and lines of concern where imprinted on her face. Maybe he did he wrong thing in locking her down her…..He realized that Meg was staring a bit off to his right more than at his eyes. Something like defiance lit in her eyes as she stared at the white mask that he was wearing. What was up with her now? He spoke again this time he voice was more tired "Not now Meg, you need some rest"

Finally she let go of him looking hurt. He paused for a moment before turning away and entering into his room and lightly shutting the door. He paused at the door to hear Meg drag herself to her own room and close the door.

Walking across the room Erik removes his cape and jacket and places it on the chair. Erik removes the mask on his face and walks towards the dresser. He had wore that mask recently for a while and needed to be cleaned, for now he could just switch masks. He reached the dresser and pulled open the drawer.

…..:…..

Meg had again shouted at Erik about the whole 'Business' thing. Then what did Erik do? He walked away, why was he doing this…and why wasn't he telling her? She followed as closely as she could behind him. He was not going to disappear again right in front of her. "Erik stop."

When he didn't turn around to look at her she reached out and tried to pull him around. It seemed that he was somewhat willing himself to stop and turn. Once he turned the mask caught the light and stood out against his shadowed face.

So much for getting all the masks, hey she had all the rest though. She slowly turned back to stare at his face, his anger had somewhat evaporated and she thought she saw a flash of inward pain cross his face but she then realized that it was only his weary features. He said "Not now Meg, you need some rest."

There he was again pushing her away again! So much for him trusting her with whatever. He still hid things from her just like the mask, he hid all he could. She wanted so bad to rip away all the masks…but she couldn't seem to get a good grip to take it off.

Stepping backwards she looks down at the ground. When she looks back up his door was slowly closing. She turned and went to her own room. She was dragging her feet, something that her mother would never allow but it was still hard to remember that it didn't really matter what her mother thought.

She placed a hand on the doorknob to open the door when she heard Erik's voice call her name, his anger had again risen. She saw his door open and a flustered looking opera ghost steps into the hallway. He had removed his cloak and jacket but his mask was still on. His voice dropped as he spoke "Meg where are my masks?"

Thought I should leave you guys with a cliff hanger, I have not given you guys any in a while so here you are! Please, reviews are a necessity to inspire me to right