Blonde Angel
Part 3

Meg found herself down there again, as she had done two times before. Why was she so drawn to him? Was this how Christine felt too, when she heard his voice? Meg was also still certain that Christine had met him, that night she disappeared, that had to be because she went to him. Not that she ever talked about it. And she kept denying it too, to Meg. They were best friends but Christine was keeping a secret. Then again, so was Meg. She had not told Christine that she met the Phantom.

A few weeks had gone by since last time. She stood there, in her pretty white tutu outfit that she almost always wore, because she just liked it like that. It was cold to wear down here though. The boat was there, in the water, so the Phantom had to be up at the opera house somewhere. Meg knew he wandered around, after she ran into him one time. He was there, and he sang songs to Christine who thought he sang them in her head. Meg still wished he'd teach her some too, he was indeed a great teacher for she knew that Christine only became better and better, after she'd been visited by her Angel of Music. Meg stood thinking about it all, and this time she almost felt him before she saw him. He was very good at being silent though, it's not like she ever heard him come.

"I told you to not seek me out again." Said the Phantom to Meg, who then felt shy and like he was scolding her again. But she looked at him. His eyes were so hypnotic.

"I'm sorry; I know I'm too curious. I just want to learn about you. Why do you stay down here?" She asked him then, though was that the real excuse? It was all she could come up with right now, and the Phantom stood still a bit.

"Come." He said without replying to her question. Meg almost thought she heard wrong. But he helped her into the boat and then stepped after her into it. She didn't dare speak what if she upset him and he sent her right back? Meg wanted to get to the bottom of this. So she stayed put in the boat, she was silent as he sailed them through corridors of water until they reached a particular cave. He sailed to the bank inside. There was an organ in here, and drawings and paintings, and so many other things. Notes. Meg wanted to see it all. He stepped out of the boat and helped her up too, then. Meg stood still a moment, just looking around.

"Is this where you live?" She asked him, and the Phantom nodded and moved up to the organ where he sat down.

"You must never tell a living soul about this place. If you do, I will have to kill you. Come." He wasn't one you should discuss such things with; she trusted that he'd keep his word. He had killed before, she knew that. So Meg just did as told and stepped up to stand by the organ with him. "Now I need to hear you sing." He told her, and she understood. He'd teach her to sing better. The Phantom began to play, and Meg knew the song from one of the operas so she began singing. It was hard work; he kept stopping, corrected her, and told her what to do differently. She had no idea for how long it took, but Meg understood it was very hard work to have the Phantom of the Opera as your teacher. But he was doing it and she wanted it done. After awhile he stopped playing though, and he sat there silently for awhile. Meg wasn't quite sure what to do with herself, since it wasn't just a moment he sat silently. As if he'd gone thinking, and he had forgotten she was there.

"Excuse me…" She whispered after she'd been standing there silently for a good while. The Phantom looked up at her.

"I can't teach you more." He told her, and though Meg didn't want to, she almost instantly got a hurt look on her face. Couldn't teach her more? Why not? She looked down, feeling sad. "I can't teach you more about your voice." The Phantom then added and he rose from his chair by the organ. Meg wasn't sure what to say or do. Was this just it then, was she supposed to just leave? He had tried, and then he didn't want to anymore. She looked after him as he had walked in direction of an archway that seemed to lead to another room. But then she thought about it. He just said he could not teach her more about her voice.

"Is there anything else you can teach me?" She asked, looking around, he was obviously an artist in so many ways, "You seem to be able to do a lot of things." Meg told him, and looked towards him again. He turned to face her once more from where he stood. With his hand he signaled that she should come over to him, and Meg did as told. She felt she couldn't do anything else, when she was with him. He was so powerful, wasn't he? Meg felt so small in front of him once more.

"I don't want to teach you things." He then said, and reached out to touch her blonde hair. Meg wasn't sure what that meant. He didn't want to teach her things? She looked down, but then she felt his fingers under her chin, forcing her to look up. And then his other hand touched her bare skin just above the neckline of her bodice. Meg let out a small surprised sound; no man had ever touched her like that or there unless it was during a dance in a ballet or something. His large hand splayed out against her skin, touching her. His hand was so warm, and her skin right there so cold. She sighed, didn't dare to move. Didn't know what he wanted.

"I will take you back." The Phantom then said with a firm voice, while he removed his hands from her. Without touching her more, he guided her back to the boat to ship her back to the other shore. Once she was off the boat, he merely turned it and sailed away. He didn't do or say anything more, and Meg stood there staring after him again, bewildered about it all, until she pulled herself together to go back up to the opera house. Now she was only more confused about the Phantom of the Opera, than ever before. She'd seen his home, she'd tried to sing for him, he had played his beautiful music to her… he had touched her, too, but then he took her back. Meg wasn't sure what it all meant.