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Chapter 2

Meg found herself on the floor, weeping hysterically. She wept for all that she had lost. She hadn't even been able to tell her mother goodbye. Why, oh why did she have to come down here? If she hadn't come down here, then she would have been safe with her mother and not trapped in this… this cave with a crazy Phantom. She didn't know how she would be able to stay calm down here. A feeling of claustrophobia started to engulf her in it's clutches and she began to shriek and flailing her arms wildly.

Erik looked at the blonde dancer in embarrassment. He didn't know how to comfort her, so he let instinct take over and knelt down beside Meg. He stretched out his arm to comfort her, but immediately withdrew it when an image of a beautiful dark-haired appeared in his brain. Oh Christine, he thought miserably, why did you leave me? Why did you abandon me? He was actually kind of impressed that he hadn't flipped out as Meg was doing because of the hurt. If only that arrogant Victome hadn't come…. No. He wouldn't think of that. He needed to concentrate on what was happening now. He'd have plenty of time to grieve over his loss later, when he saw Meg safely to her mother. Wait, how was he going to do that? That tunnel was the only way out of here. Why didn't I build another one! He shook his head and forced himself to look once again at Meg.

Meg had calmed down a bit, and that's when she suddenly sat up and wiped the tears from her eyes, embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry," she muttered, not looking at the Phantom – no, Erik.

Erik was tempted to raise his eyebrow, about the only feeling he ever showed when he was around anyone. Unless it was Christine, whispered a voice in his head. Erik growled suddenly, feeling very annoyed with himself. Why did he think that Christine would return his affection? The whole world rejected him, for opera's sake! He suddenly realized that Meg was just sitting on the floor miserably. He also remembered that she was a guest here. And whether he liked it or not, he needed to show at least some hospitality. "Come," he said gruffly. "I will show you the room you are to stay in while you are here, as well as where I keep all my food."

Meg blinked hard, trying not to let the tears spill from her eyes again. She had momentarily forgotten that she was cursed to stay with Erik for the rest of her life. She stood up, feeling very frumpy in her now wrinkled blouse. She wondered what her face looked like. It probably had dirt smudges all over it. She lifted her head to look at Erik, and was immediately captured by his enchanting silvery-green eyes. There wasn't a color that she knew of that could describe Erik's eyes. Erik immediately shifted his gaze from her to something over her shoulder. Meg you idiot! She thought to herself, you've embarrassed him. He's hasn't exactly been with people every day of his life. She looked away, blushing.

"Are you going to stand there all day?"

Meg jumped and glanced at Erik. "Uh, no, I wasn't, I was just-" she broke off, realizing how stupid she must sound. She took a deep breath to calm herself and looked at Erik steadily. "I'm ready now."

Erik simply nodded and started walking through up the steps and took a right, walking past the organ in the middle of the room. Meg followed as quickly as she could, though she couldn't keep up with Erik's long strides. He reached a room and turned around to wait for her to catch up. When she did, Erik gestured to the room. "This," he told her, "will be your room. The clothes in the closet are yours, if you can fit in them. You may also have the shoes: I doubt you'll want to where those ones the rest of your life." He gestured to the tall, knee-high boots that she was wearing. Meg nodded and glanced inside of the room. It was simply beautiful. There were not even enough words in the world to describe how extravagant that room was. She took another deep breath and looked at Erik again. Once again she was met with those eyes. He looked away quickly and cleared his throat, feeling awkward.

"You have pretty much free reign around here, but there are a few rules that I insist you must follow."

Meg nodded, trying to catch his eye again. However, try as she might, he refused to look at her. Why – she didn't know.

Erik cleared his throat again and continued. "My room is off limits. It's right across this room, but if you dare to step in there I promise you that I will not be responsible for what happens."

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