Chapter 6: Kidnapped and Rescued

Erik's POV

Erik stared dumbfounded at where Meg had been. Looking out the window he snarled and grabbed his cloak.

Stupid, idiotic, unprepared, childish, little…

Erik's thoughts stopped there. He couldn't think of scolding Meg now. He was too occupied in looking for her to think of anything but engulfing her into an embrace and thanking God Almighty that she was safe…if there was a god.

And if she was safe…

"Erik!"

Erik stopped in his tracks before falling to the ground, his stomach giving way to the bullet that hit him.

Erik clenched his teeth and leaned backwards, clutching his stomach. The dim light showed him that the attacker was...

Meg's POV

Someone had grabbed her once she had reached the café that she ate at two days prior to the events that occurred moments ago. She tried to scream, but he covered her mouth and took out a gun, aiming it at a certain figure in the darkness. She pulled the hand over her mouth down and tried to run to the figure.

Her attacker pulled her back and she screamed for Erik. The figure turned toward them and the attacker fired.

The figure fell to the ground, groaning.

"Erik. I didn't think we'd meet again. Even after that publication in the Époque," the man said. His French accent was rich and in the dim light, Meg recognized Raoul de Chagney. "Come on, Meg. Your mother has been dreadfully worried," Raoul said.

Meg pulled against him, screaming and crying, reaching out for Erik, who lay on the ground, beaded with sweat due to the pain. His mask had fallen off and broke in two.

Finally, she broke free of Raoul and ran to Erik's side. She could hardly see the deformity in the light. Meg cradled Erik in her arms.

"I'm sorry…Erik, I'm sorry!!" Meg screamed. Raoul grabbed her shoulder and wrenched her from Erik. "Let me go, you monster! LET ME GO!!! ERIK!!!"

Meg was dragged to the Vicomte's carriage and forced inside.

"Let me out!" Meg shrieked, hitting Raoul's chest with as much force as she could muster.

"Meg! Stop acting like a brat. It's better if he's dead this time," a feminine voice lectured. Turning to the speaker, Meg glared at Christine.

"Let me out, bitch!" SMACK! Meg fell back, clutching her cheek. "I hate you," Meg hissed. Looking at Christine, she attempted not to feel regret for the words. The carriage began to move. "I hate you with all my heart and soul. I hate you for breaking Erik's heart. I hate you because you're so dimwitted. I hate you because you could have been the end of him. Maybe you never cared for him; but I love him. If he dies, so will I."

Erik POV

Erik woke his face was covered with a cloth. Sitting up, he saw someone he didn't expect to see ever again.

"So, you were dying, aren't I right? That is what you told me; dying from a broken heart," Daroga said. His face was livid.

Erik ignored him and let the memories rush back to him. "Daroga, I need to find Meg—"

"Out of the question."

"Daroga, I get it: you're mad. But this can wait until I know where Meg is."

"Erik—"

Erik grabbed Daroga by the collar and pinned him against the wall. "Where is Meg Giry, Daroga?"

"The De Chagney's took her back to Paris," Daroga said, surprised that, even with a bullet just recently extracted from him, Erik could display such strength. He knew that Erik was strong, but not this strong.

Erik released Daroga and stormed out of the flat, running to the stables in which Cesar was resting. Erik grabbed a saddle and bridle and got Cesar ready before jumping on the stallion's back and riding after the De Chagney's carriage.

Meg's POV

The ride was silent, but Meg's hatred was diminished into anguish for Erik. He was dead. All because of her. She knew what she would do when she returned to Paris.

Meg fought tears as the carriage rode on.

"Don't worry, Meg, dear, we'll be back at the Opera house soon," Christine said. "I bet you've missed your mother terribly."

Meg tried not to hit the brainless ditz.

The carriage stopped and Meg looked out the window. They were still on the road.

"I told them not to stop until we reached Paris," Raoul growled, getting out of the carriage. He didn't come back.

Erik's POV

Erik let Cesar eat the grass as he eased the carriage to a halt. The door opened and Raoul exited. Erik got down from the driver's seat and faced Raoul.

"You're still alive?!" Raoul shouted. Erik gave him his maniac smile and brought out a long rope.

"Is she in there?" Erik asked seriously, though he looked crazier than usual.

"You can't have her!" Raoul shouted, unsheathing his sword.

"Are we talking about the same woman, Vicomte? I speak of Meg Giry."

"It does not matter who you speak of; you can't have my wife or Madame Giry's daughter."

"I believe that Mademoiselle Giry came on her own accord. She needed time away from her mother. I gave her that time."

"Her time is well spent, Monsieur," Raoul shouted, lunging for Erik.

Erik dodged Raoul with ease and looped that lasso around Raoul's neck. With a powerful tug, Raoul fell to the ground, tearing at the noose. Erik dragged Raoul to one of the horses and tied the end of the rope to the Horse's girdle (AN: what is that thing that ties the horse to the carriage? I don't think it's the girdle, but maybe it is…). Once done, Erik took a rock and hit the horse with all his strength. The horse whinnied and galloped off at high speed, dragging Raoul along with it.

Erik turned around saw Meg staring at him, shocked. Christine cowered behind Meg. Meg took a few steps closer.

"That will kill him, Erik," Meg said. "It wasn't an accident."

"None of the mysterious deaths at the Opera House were accidents."

Meg walked passed Erik to Cesar. "Why must you be so violent?" Meg asked, looking at him sadly. "I know you hate them. I do too, but that is no reason to kill him in a way which everyone would realize it was you. Also; you have witnesses, Erik. What are you going to do about that?" Meg asked, climbing on Cesar.

"I'll face what ever comes my way," Erik reassured her. "I always have." With that he climbed up behind her.

"Erik," Meg said, looking at him. "Thank you for rescuing me." Erik smiled and turned Cesar around, heading back to Metz.

Erik didn't remember that they left one witness who would surely bring this vanishing innocence to an end.


Sorry for the long updates, 1) school is crashing down on me, 2) I almost have no time anymore, and 3) I really appreciate reviews just to know how people think about the story. If some of you are getting a bit bugged that Erik is a little OOC (I think he's getting a touch out of character here), I sincerely apologize and I'm sure we all liked the Raoul Bashing (Woo!!!).

Also, I would like to thank Holly for the info on what women were supposed to do during their TotM.