AN: Hi again! I am once again hoping that you guys like the last chapter. I also hope you enjoy this one! Thanks toLydia the tygeropean for reviewing!

Chapter 4

Meg sighed and looked back down at Ayisha. The cat was purring, content, tail wrapped around her gray body tightly. Meg stood up and stretched, wondering what she should do now. Something that won't annoy Erik, her mind whispered. Meg nodded, and set off towards her room. She had a feeling that it wasn't supposed to be her room, but she was satisfied. It was better than sleeping on the cold stone floor! She walked into the bedroom. Obviously Erik had not spared anything in making this room extravagant. The bed was probably a Queen, and it was set pretty high above the ground. The pillows looked soft. She walked over to the closet, curious as to what she might find there. She opened the closet doors, and immediately her breath was taken away. About 50 silk dresses hung neatly. They were actually silk! Meg couldn't remember when she had ever worn silk before!

"You may use any of those dresses, as well as the shoes. But whatever you do, DO NOT touch any curtain you come across." Meg jumped as Erik's loud voice sailed into the room. She turned, not sure whether to expect him to be there or not. Thankfully her mind wasn't playing tricks on her and he was standing there. His face seemed to be twisted up in a frown though, and she wondered why. She turned back around, feeling uncomfortable that he was watching her. She took one of the dresses and engraved on the back, inside the dress was a name. Christine. Meg gasped and her eyes flew back up to meet Erik's silvery-green gaze. "You made these for Christine didn't you?" Erik quickly looked away, and didn't say anything. But Meg started to put the pieces together. Him demanding that she sing as Diva, the day she disappeared from her dressing room mysteriously, the same night her mirror was strangely open as if it was a door, Erik showing up at the Masquerade Ball and making demands from Christine, then him in Don Juan Triumphant, stealing Christine. She stalked toward Erik, her head held as high, though she still only reached his chest. "You loved her!"

Erik's looked at her dangerously, warning her to keep her mouth shut. But Meg was not one to back away from anyone, not even the Phantom of the Opera. "You did!" Meg gasped and stepped back, looking at Erik in shock. "You loved her! You loved her! You made her these dresses, and you…" she was suddenly forcefully muted and shoved against the closest wall. Erik was gone: the Phantom of the Opera had taken his place. There was a dangerous glint to his eyes, and his face was mere centimeters from hers. Heart pounding, Meg looked up into those silvery-green eyes, almost dreading what she would find.

"What has happened in the past will stay in the past!" Meg flinched as Erik shouted at her. "It is none of your business, and you will stay out of it! Especially if it has anything to do with me! Christine is nothing but the past, and that's where she will stay! I don't ever want to hear her name again, do you understand?!" Meg just stared at him, eyes wide in fear and mouth open. Erik shook her shoulders roughly, and shoved her against the wall harder. She could feel the rough stone scraping against her back. "I asked you a question, Miss Giry, and I expect an answer!"

She gulped back her fear and nodded. Before she could say anything, there was a clink sound coming from the direction of Erik's organ. Erik quickly let go of her, once again avoiding her gaze.

Meg couldn't help but be curious. "What was that?" Erik looked sharply at her, then looked away again. "A letter." He didn't elaborate. She suddenly grew hopeful. She knew that her mother had worked for Erik for many many years. That was one of the reasons she had come down here to help him. "Do you think its from Mere?"

Erik sighed, "Possibly." He walked over to his organ, and Meg couldn't help but notice that he walked very… secretively. He stalked forward as if he was just a giant cat with two legs. He bent over, obviously picking something up. Meg was not someone with tons of patience. "Well?"

Erik glanced up at her. "Yes, it's from your mother." Meg could've shouted for joy, but then suddenly remembered that Erik probably wouldn't like that. At all. So she, simply wrung her hands, waiting impatiently for Erik to finish reading it. Why he needed to read it before her, she didn't know. She glanced back up at him, knowing he should be about finished with it. Erik suddenly gasped and stumbled back, the letter dropping from his hands and gracefully falling to the floor. Meg was in shock. Obviously there was something important in the letter that she needed to read. Something that had surprised the Phantom of the Opera had to be very surprising. She quickly dashed over to where the letter had fallen, with Erik standing against the wall, breathing heavily. She gave him an odd look, not that he was looking at her anyway. She turned the letter over and started to read.

Meg,

I know that you have gone to Erik. I cannot say I blame you for wanting to help him, but you should have talked to me first. Since it has been two days since I last saw you, I know that you must be trapped. Do not worry. Erik will take care of you, and he will not let any harm come to you. I am disappointed in you that you disobeyed me, but fate decided that you take another path. For this reason, I am letting you go with no grudges. I only have one request. Meg, do not ever try to remove Erik's mask. It is the very thing he uses as a shield, and without it he feels very vulnerable and unprotected.

Erik,

I know that you will keep my daughter safe. I probably won't see either of you again, but I trust that you won't let any harm come to her. I have been your faithful messenger for many years, and I hope that one day you will bring the Opera back to it's greatness. However, there is one simple request. When it comes time for Meg to marry, I ask that you take her as your wife that you may protect her always. You are the only one I trust with my daughter.

-Margeruite

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