Lying hidden in the darkness of his lair the only light was that of candles. That night Erik was suffering with a high fever and death. Knowing that she shouldn't have come to the darkest part of the Opera House, as her mother had made her promise to stay clear. Meg broke her promise and stayed by the side of the man she cared so deeply for.

'Erik, is there something I can do to ease your pain?' Meg asked.

'No…no little Meg. Your company will…' coughs before continuing, '…will do.' Erik weakly replied.

'Why wont you let mother fetch a doctor to you?'

'Little Meg, there are things that should be kept in the darkness...' Breathes heavily before going on '…and…I am one of those things.'

Moving closer to the bed Meg reached up to touch the dying man's hand that laid rested on his bare, pale yet still muscular body. Even though dying, Erik was still able to remove her hand.

'Little Meg, please stop this game you play.' Erik pleaded.

'Why? I can help you. I can make you happy, keep you company so you wouldn't be alone and give you the joys of the flesh that you have been starved from.' Meg said with a glow in her eye.

Erik laid back further in his swan bed his face now visible in the candlelight. His body shook, whilst a cold sweat flowed from his temple and the rest of his body. He knew his days were numbered at the Opera House. Nothing in this world could bring him back to life. Meg quietly sat gazing at a photograph of her dearest friend Sofia.

'What bothers you Little Meg?' Erik said in a near whisper.

'Oh nothing. I was just remembering someone.' Meg replied.

'May I see?'

Meg handed the photograph of herself and a beautiful young brown eyed and haired girl.

'Who is she?' Erik questioned returning his gaze to the photograph.

'Oh…an old friend who has come to stay here.' Meg replied offishly.

'She is beautiful.'

Since gazing at the photograph Erik felt a slight hint of strength in his heart. Just before he asked more of the girl he heard a voice. So pure, full of love, and warmth. Erik's heart grew in strength. Forcing himself up, Erik sat listening to the voice.

'Little Meg, whose voice do I hear?' Erik said warmly.

'That would be her, Sofia!' Meg replied coldly.

'She is beautiful Little Meg. You can return back to your room.'

Doing as she was told Meg quietly left Erik alone in his room as she listened to her friend singing. 'Why must she take him from me?' Meg thought jealously.

'Oh my angel, how your voice fills my cold black heart. I shall regain my all and look upon you. For now I shall rest to your lullaby.' Erik said across the wind.

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In the chapel deep within the Opera House Sofia sang. She heard the voice and softly replied, 'For you my Angel of Music.' Softly and gently Sofia continued to sing her lullaby.

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