|Our Strange Duet
Author: piratingelvenpyro PM
After finding his forsaken mask, Meg goes in search of the Phantom. Together can they win his angel back? Betrayals, music lessons, and adventures ensue! Please Read and Review and i will forever love you!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Adventure - Erik & Meg Giry - Chapters: 10 - Words: 15,865 - Reviews: 60 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 03-06-06 - Published: 04-15-05 - id: 2352763
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A/N: LIKE OMG. I updated. Well…you know the drill. Read it Review and I love you forever. I updated a bunch of other stories too. Aren't you proud of me: ) I'm on a roll.
Meg's stomach knotted and her face was ridged. Her voice was lodged in her throat. Christine gave her a look of total despair and horror before hurling the paper back onto the table and making a beeline to the front door.
Meg ran after her desperate to explain, but Christine was busy slamming the door shut, and locking the three locks that lined the edge of it. She proceeded to roar like wind into the living room and study, grasping the curtains and nearly ripping them off of the windows, as she made sure they were all closed. She missed one next to the table. Christine made for the back door when Meg's voice returned to her.
"He isn't here!" Meg yelled stepping in front of the door, although she knew this wasn't entirely true. Erik could be skulking around anywhere right now. But she needed to calm the shaking Christine, who looked on the verge of a seizure.
"You! You…" Christine pointed and squealed, but couldn't finish her accusation. Meg sighed, and strode towards her friend, guiding her gingerly back to the table. They sat down and Christine put her hands to her face and began to sob and yell and sing at the same time. Meg could only make out the words "Always" "songs" and "head".
Would she have reacted this way if Meg had simply told her the truth yesterday? Erik had been with her for years, and it had only been a couple days and here she was flipping out because once more he might be near. She should really have been used to that.
"He's not here right now!" Meg tried to explain, once more. "Everything will be fine." She coaxed. Christine stopped crying and gazed longingly?…worriedly?…blankly? above the pastel pink bow holding Meg's light blonde hair.
"Did he find you when you fell from the window?" Meg asked in a warbling whisper.
Meg shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Erm…not exactly. Well…yes I suppose."
"What do you mean?" Christine pleaded.
"I didn't know where you had gone when he took you from the stage. I thought he still had you down there." Meg explained.
"Yes, and you said you…fell asleep in the cellars." Christine repeated the story Meg had told earlier concerning her whereabouts that night. She seemed to realize now how absurd the story had been. How could you fall asleep in the cold dark damp cellars?
This brought back the memory of Christine's first night as the Prima Donna of the Opera House. The seemingly enchanted mirror, corridor of gold and fire, the enthralling gondola ride, his voice…the swan bed…
"Well, I didn't actually. I went searching for you like I said. I didn't find you…but I did find him."
"Where was he?" Christine breathed. Meg couldn't tell if she was concerned for him or…
"He was going to hang himself." Meg said ingenuously. Christine looked taken aback. The horror on her face was apparent.
"Hang himself? For me? All because of…he is truly mad." She said, perplexed.
"Or simply in love." Meg stated quietly.
"Then they are one in the same." Christine mused somberly.
"So, I was some how able to keep him from swinging." Meg continued.
"And how…exactly was this?"
Meg winced as Christine asked her this.
"Umm…he really wanted to see you again, and…"
"MEG! Why? He has killed people! He will kill more!" Meg flinched as Christine chastised her.
"He won't." Meg whispered certainly.
"How would you know?" Christine was agitated now, and her eyes never stopped darting around the room in her newfound paranoia.
"I just do. He never would have done anything to anyone if you simply had admitted to him that you loved him!"
Christine began to protest but Meg kept going, "Don't even bother trying to hide it. He's all you ever talked about after that night we found you had returned from his lair."
Christine couldn't dissent as they both noticed the swish of a familiar cloak outside the large window next to the table where they sat.
Their heads turned in a bob of curly brown and shiny blonde.
"I thought you said he wasn't here Meg."