A Meg/Erik Fic I'm working on...
I always heard a voice when I was smaller... a voice which had a tune that would never leave my head... yet, when Mother brought Christine to the Opera House, I never heard that voice again... until the time that the Opera House was destroyed
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Chapter Three: Out of the Darkness
I don't know how long I was out, but I know that I had a wonderful dream. I dreamt that sweet music was guiding me. Music of which filled my soul and led me to what I have always wanted. Perhaps this dream is trying to tell me something? I do hope so.
I opened my eyes and saw the Phantom looking over sheet music. I noticed that I wasn't in the same room as earlier, which totally threw me off. Perhaps this itself was part of my dream. And in my dreams, I've always talked with the Phantom. So, if this is a dream, then I should follow what I think I should do. Yet, for some reason I'm frightened.
Walking over to him, I decided to be playful. I mean it is a dream right? I sat down next to him, "So... whatcha doing?" I was curious to know what he was doing. He looked at me, as if he wasn't expecting me to come over and talk with such calmness. "Looking over my music." I batted my eyelashes a bit, then snatched the paper from him. I started to giggle, "If you want it back, you have to get it yourself."
He was a little taken back, yet he walked over to me and grabbed my waist. "Meg... are you ok?" I looked into his eyes, "What do you mean? I'm fine. We always play like this." I saw a confused look on his face. "We do?" When he said that, I knew for a fact that this wasn't a dream. I'm actually with the Phantom- all of this is real. So unbelievable. Looking at the music I then turned away from him, "So... you made this? It's a soprano part..." He took the sheet away from me, "Yes... I created it a while ago." I looked down, knowing that I couldn't sing the part. "Have you ever made alto songs?" My voice was a little cold, I knew that he created that song for Christine to sing, and myself being an alto... I was wondering if he ever thought of altos.
He looked at me, "Yes, I made a song for an alto when I was younger. Before Christine showed up at the Opera House." I looked into his eyes, hearing him say Christine's name shot a pain into my heart. "May I see it?" He looked away from me, "I gave it away." I was a little confused, who did he give it to? It's not like Christine would have it- she's a soprano. "I see..." I was so curious to know who had that music, and who he had in mind to sing it. Mind mind wandered in this thought, then my mother came into mind. There were always rumors about mother and the phantom working together... she would've told me... wouldn't she? I must stop thinking about this....
He observed my every movement, he shook his head, as if he knew what I was thinking. I'm just being silly... no one can read minds... can they? The Phantom walked closer to me, "Are you refreshed yet?" "Yes, I had a wonderful nap." He nodded his head, then grabbed my arm, "Then we shall leave. If you're missing from your mother, she surely will be worried." My mother?! What made him think of her? He continued to speak to me, "You shouldn't have come down in the first place, am I right? Didn't your mother tell you not to come down?"
How did he know this? It's as if he knew everything. Maybe this is why there were so many warnings about him... not about the murders, but his knowledge of what goes on in the Opera House. I nodded my head and started to walk with him. Through several hallways that seemed like an eternity to get out of. Finally, we made it out of the darkness, and I saw fire surrounding the area. "You should go to your mother." I was a little upset with what he just said. I wanted to be with him more than mother, even if it sounds horrible... after that small adventure with him, I knew that I wouldn't be able to just leave. I was attached to him.
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He promised that we'll meet again... I will see him again. I trust his words. I made it over to mother, who looked as if she was going to slap me, for disobeying her.
"Hi Mother." I shyly said. She looked at me, "Meg Giry! I thought that I told you personally NOT to go down with the mob!" I looked down, "I know... but... I... I..." "Out with it! There's no need in covering up anything! You were looking for HIM, weren't you? Just like how you always searched for him!"
I was taken back from what she just said. "I was looking for Christine..." I replied, yet really in my heart, she was right... I was looking for the Phantom. "Never mind this! We have more important things to discuss! I shall talk to you at home."
Yes... Mother bought a home a while ago... we hardly ever used it because we're usually in the Opera House, but mother thought it was best to have a spare house, just incase an accident occured.
"Ok Mother... we'll talk at home." I don't want to go home! I know that once I get home I'll be scolded by her. She's always on my case... always. "What are you waiting for?! Get home already!"
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