Me: Hi everyone! My second fic yay! Hope u all enjoy it! Sorry if it's horrid but I'll try to make it acceptable-
Raoul: Unlike Erik's face
Me: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!
(Erik and Christine both try to stop me from killing Raoul XD!)
Erik: Why am I stopping her?
Me: How should I know Mr Phantom (Christine watches me and Erik kill Raoul XD)
Me: (wipes Raoul's blood onto a tissue) Anyway this is going to be a weird little thing where Christine is modern and past Erik has come to the future. Because Bananas!
I OWN NOTHING!)
ON WITH THE FICTION!
Christine yawned after finishing watching the phantom of the opera for the millionth time that day and pulled her duvet tightly around her small form, it was too much of an effort to walk all the way out of the living room and up the stairs to her bedroom so she lay on the spread eagle on the sofa waiting to slip into a blissful slumber where Erik would await her eagerly. Christine had always felt a bond of sorts with the Christine from the film and knew all of her lines of by heart, she would probably do a better job of playing Miss Daaé herself, this thought was probably fuelled by her sharing the same name as Miss Daaé. "Christine…Christine." As the sound hits the half-awake girls ears Christine looked briefly around the room and settled on the thought that it was her imagination conjuring up a fantasy to satisfy her feeling towards the masked man.
"Christine…Christine." Hearing her name Christine sat up as straight as a pole and was horrified to see that the TV she was watching the movie on was switched fully off. Panic surged through her body realising it was not her imagination of the movie creating these whispering of her name. Cautiously standing using the arm of the chair to prop herself upright Christine searched the room fully for any signs of live other that her own. Thinking she heard a sound of footsteps behind her Christine whirled around she pounced on the person who created the unnerving noises and almost had a heart attack when she saw she was sitting rather awkwardly on top of the Paris's opera house's own phantom. Blushing furiously she awkwardly climbed off of the man's well defined chest and asked a simple question in a quiet fearful tone "who are you?" and to Christine the world suddenly went black…