Edit: 13th Feb 2012

Meg sat at the edge of the glittering lake, fighting the overwhelming urge to leave this ghastly place. It was so dark and cold down here in the huge catacombs. Her dress was too thin for a place like this, she seemed to shiver non-stop, regardless of the thick petticoat she had on. The fact that her dress, from just below her breasts, was still soaked despite working so close to a fire, did not help soothe her chill in the slightest.

Meg wished she could run to her maman, and have her come down here instead to care for the infuriating man. As she worried if she did stay, he'd trap her here once his leg healed. He did not seem to trust her in the slightest, regardless of her help. Not to mention the Opera Ghost was well known for his possessiveness of anything he saw as his, so she felt she couldn't touch anything. Then there was the explosive temper he had, one that erupted when he was disobeyed, or when she wrapped his leg earlier.

A few stray tears slid down her cheeks, Meg quickly wiped them away. She was helping him why did he have to insult her so much? She knew he was in pain but why was he verbally lashing out at her? After all she wasn't to blame for the injury he had received. She sighed one of the many insults, but the most hurtful, flashed through her mind.

'Une pute stupide'

Meg knew she was neither of the two words that floated through her mind were true but that did not make them hurt any less. She had not shown this weakness when she was wrapping his leg, Meg wondered why she was showing it now. She pushed herself to her feet, scowling at how dirty the back of her dress had become on the rocks. Suddenly, movement on the candlestick beside her caught her, Meg turned her head to get a proper look at the source of the movement. A small shriek left her lips, as Meg darted away up to where Erik was, it was a rather large black spider.

"Problem?" The Fantôme's un-amused voice seemed to echo around her.

Meg whirled around and replied with as much dignity as she could "Spider"

Meg did not miss his barely concealed snort of amusement and scowled at him "I had a choice between sitting with the spider and you. Since the spider was more frightening, I came in here"

"I am certainly more terrifying then a spider. Have you not heard of my crimes?"

"Yes, I have actually. But that spider is not bedridden" Meg smiled sweetly at him as he glared at her. Meg silently wondered if that was the only facial expression he knew how to give. She sat down in the middle of his 'bedroom' with her back to him, her body still shaking with the cold. She heard an exaggerated sigh behind her but she did not turn to face him.

"There spare clothes in the trunk"

'What trunk?' Meg sighed she was very cold and this could be his apology.

"Did you hear me? Go to the trunk and get some spare clothes" He scowled at her before adding "You'll catch your death if you continue to wear wet clothes and I don't particularly want to have to get rid of your body when you do."

Meg pressed her lips together slightly in irritation before standing up and looking at him "Where?"

Meg resisted the urge to roll her eyes when he waved his hand in the general direction of the trunk. Meg walked over to the large black trunk, undoing the catch she sighed "When was the last time you changed?"

"Why?" His voice telling her he was suspicious of her actions.

Groaning Meg replied "You can't sit in dirty clothes, you'll start to feel uncomfortable then blame me and you'll smell eventually."

"About a week ago"

Meg sighed internally and grabbed him some clean clothing before getting herself one of the dresses he had in there "Why the dresses?"

"You would not believe me"

Meg sighed dropping the clean clothes for him on the bed "I am changing out there." Meg said walking away, grimacing she added "Just shout if you need help"

She walked throught the door and changed in record time and sat in the makeshift stairs, praying he wouln't need help at all.

"Meg?" His shout wasn't happy, in fact it sound as if he was grinding his teeth together. Oh no ...

Hey people, did you enjoy this? Seriously. You'll have to let me know I've never wrote anything like this before I'm doing this blind.

Translation

fantôme - Phantom

Une pute stupide - Stupid Whore