Here it is! The next chapter!! YAY!!!!! *cough* ahem.... Anywho, I finally finished! I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Phantom's claim

Several weeks had passed since Meip dreamt of Erik, and it seemed twice as long since she had seen him. After waking from her dream, sweating and gasping she had searched the entire opera house. Seeking gray eyes in the darkness, and heavenly voice in the silence. To her great disappointment, she found the night would not yield its master to her. Well, perhaps not physically at least.

Every night, Erik had been sneaking into her dreams. Always he would find her, wrap her in his strong arms, and use those sinful hands of his to caress every part of her body. Meip tittered a bit in her stance as she remembered how smoothly his hand had slid down over her thigh the night before. His breath warm against her ear, whispering to her of promises in the dark. She recalled how soft his lips had felt as he slowly brushed them across her neck. Meip closed her eyes as the feeling of his hand running down her neck assailed her senses.

'You are mine.' Meip felt his breath puff over her ear as she began to lean back, wanting to feel his strong chest against her back.

"Meip!" The strict voice of madam Giry, brought Meip back to reality with a thud as she toppled over into one of the chorus girls.

"Concentrate Meip! Concentrate! Where is your head this morning?"

'With a man who has hands that are far too skilled to be ignored.' Meip thought with a grimace,

As Meip stood and dusted herself off, she thought she could hear the sweet melodious laughter of Erik high in the rafters above her.

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Erik couldn't help the smirk tugging at his lips as he watched his Meip beginning her morning stretches. His eyes drinking in her form while keeping as hidden as possible. He knew his little dancer had been searching for him nonstop since their dream. It had pleased him to no end that he had made such an impression on her. Still as delightful a thought it was to let her find him, the timing was not yet right. Erik smirked again as he watched Meip join the chorus line, her eyes constantly wondering from the instructor to gaze skyward in search of her elusive prey.

'It would be so easy to simply lure her away and take her.' A whispered thought echoed to him. It would be so easy. Erik shook his head, dispelling the thought. Somehow the idea of luring her to him was repulsive. He wanted her to come to him of her own free will, not because he had mesmerized her. Until then he had vowed to keep his distance. Despite this, he found himself consistently drawn to her room night after night.

The image of her laying on the bed, soft moonlight framing her form as raven hair encircled her porcelain face. The mere sight of her was enough to sway any man's will, let alone the soft mewing noises that were coming from her parted mouth. Erik felt a slight shudder pass through him as the memory assaulted his senses. The way her form had twisted beneath the sheets, it was too much but even more so when her parted mouth had whispered out a name. Erik.

He was lost after that, before he could even comprehend movement he was by her side, his hand slightly trembling as it rested above her. His face inches away from her mouth. It was torture, his mind warring with desire and moral. Part of him wanted to kiss those rosy lips with reckless abandon, while another part of him denied this urge wishing for her to be awake and kissing him instead. In the end he had contented him self by singing to her. Pouring all of himself into music as his hands gripped the bed frame hard enough to bend. When morning came he had fled, swearing to himself to never return. He found himself there the next night, singing to her from the shadows.

What a strange creature she was, this little dancer of his. Able to crumble his resolve without even realizing it.

'It still would be easy to lure her away.' No, he had learned since that night, that if she were to come to him like that he would never be satisfied. She had to come of her own free will, or not at all. Then, he would fulfill the promises he had made to her in song. Then he would teach her to long for him, then she could become his.

A yell directed his eyes back down toward the earth in time to see the line of ballet rats crumple to the ground in a heap of leg and limb. As he watched his little dancer make apologizes for herself, a smile broke on his lips.

'Not too much longer Meip.' He thought, a soft laugh escaping from him.

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Yes i know what a way to end it, trust me it needs to end here though. So what do you guys think so far I need some imput in how their relationship is developing so far please.

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