Blonde Angel
Part 5
Meg tried to tell herself to not go crazy. It had now been three weeks since she went with the Phantom to his lair, and she had not seen him since. He hadn't even talked to her, when he sailed her back to the shore, and she figured that he must be displeased with her. But Meg still knew that he was there, and she kept thinking that he was watching her. Maybe she really was becoming paranoid? But it's not like she could tell anyone that she met him. They would think her crazy too, wouldn't they? But maybe Meg was really going crazy. Maybe she never really met him; maybe it was just something she imagined. But his voice… his voice was real, she knew that. Perhaps he was really nothing but a Phantom, and Christine claiming he was the Angel of Music, that was the correct story?
It just couldn't be, he had touched her and if she closed her eyes, she could still feel his fingers on her skin. And she had heard him play his music to her, it was so beautiful. The Phantom was a very skilled man it seemed, in so many things. But she hadn't seen him, and they were busy with a play so Meg tried to occupy her thoughts with that. That's until that fateful night, where they'd perform Il Muto for the first time. She heard his voice, and soon there was chaos. Christine was to play the lead, and suddenly Joseph Buquet was dead. Naturally Meg was as surprised as everyone else, but she still also knew a little more than the others.
She couldn't find Christine in all the chaos after that, and her mother was busy trying to calm the other girls. Meg knew who did it though, and it frightened her. She had to find him, had to talk to him. Meg might be young, but she knew that killing people wasn't the right way to do things. Yet she did not dare to leave and run the long way down to the underground lake. Meg decided to search for Christine, and she'd almost reached the roof when Christine and Raoul came down from what seemed to be the roof. Meg heard a voice out there. Did they know he'd been there too? Meg had no idea what Christine and Raoul might be doing on the roof, but she knew the Phantom was there. She went outside and saw him as he was climbing down from one of the statues up here.
He hadn't heard her coming, and looked surprised when he turned and saw her. "They're starting the play again soon. You should return." The Phantom told her and moved his cape swishing as he walked by her. Meg turned around after him.
"I need to talk to you first." She said to him, and he stopped in his tracks. Didn't turn to face her though, "Why did he have to die?" Meg asked then, and felt her voice almost tremble, but she just had to know.
"He was too curious." The Phantom merely said his back to Meg still. She moved, walked over to him and rounded him so she could face him. He looked down at her.
"Would you really kill me too… if I were too curious?" Meg asked him sadly, she knew he had said it more than once, that he might kill her if she told anyone about him. And now that he had killed someone too curious and admitted that's why he did it… Meg had to know.
"I would have to." He said shortly, and made a move to walk to the door, but Meg moved too and blocked his way. She knew he could kill her now, she knew it would be so easily, but she could not go around fearing for her life, or that of others! "I wouldn't want to, but I would have to." He added.
"But why? Why is it people can't know about you? I've heard you sing, I've heard you play, and I have seen your work. Why are you hiding down there?" Meg knew she had asked it before, but he had not answered last time. He looked at her, and reached his gloved hand up to touch her face. Meg knew her chest was rising and falling fast, it was cold up here and she was slightly upset. And now he touched her again.
"Because I have to… and you're too pure to know the reason why." He explained to her, but it didn't make Meg less confused, "Now step aside, let me leave." The Phantom asked, and she looked up at him, saw his pleading eyes. He didn't like to talk about this. Meg was still confused, but she also felt sorry for him. Quietly she stepped aside and let him open the door and get inside. After a few moments she followed, but he had already disappeared. Though this time he had not told her to not seek him out again, had not told her to stay away. When things had calmed down a bit, Meg might find her way down to his darkness again. She had to know more.