ATUTHOR'S NOTE: hi...this is my fist fic ever, so...um...it probably sucks. please review, give me some suggestions. btw, i'm Phantom obsessed :D.
P.S: i own nothing...sadly. OH gosh wouldn"t it be cool if i owned Erik. hehe :)
Once, a long, long time ago there lived a man. Or was he a man? That was a simple question, yet for some unable to answer. He was masked, living within the depths of the earth…deep down in the catacombs of the Opera Populaire. What went on in the darkness is almost unknown, for no one knew it all. No one but Him. What went on down there, amidst the pain and torture, is only imaginable. What exactly happened over a century ago in Paris…so long ago yet it still seems to echo…….
"CHRISTINE! FATE HAS BOUND ME TO YOU FOR ETERNITY AND ONE AND A HALFFFF!"
"THAT'S NOT HOW IT GOES, YOU IDIOT!", Christine screamed at raoul, her head pounding with the urge to hurt this man, this – thing - as much as she possibly could. The fop stood there with his mouth open, green slime dripping from his slimy mouth, holding a banana in one hand, a monkey in the other. "you WHAT?!?!?!" he screamed questioningly. "I NOTHING!", Christine yelled back, "YOU THINK THINGS ARE SAID THAT WERE NEVER EVEN SAID, YOU RETARD!". Christine was growing more and more frustrated.
"I am NOT a tree.", raoul stated stupidly. "ohh, YAY YOU!" Christine cried sarcastically.
raoul grinned. "yay me, poo you", he stated smartly. Christine rolled her eyes. What happened to him, she would never know. Another thing she never figured out was that he was always like this. Somehow she didn't realize he acted like this until last week.
"Put the monkey down", she said, forcing herself to stay calm. "no, not Kwenzee", raoul replied wide-eyed. He stared lovingly at his…monkey apparently. "Fine, then give me the banana", Christine tried calmly. God knows what raoul could do with a banana. He could mess anything up. raoul gasped, "not banana", he whimpered fearfully.
Christine closed her eyes. She wanted to harm this slime bucket. Kick him, punch him, what ever. But she did not feel like messing her hair up. Suddenly she came up with an idea. The one thing she knew would cause raoul to keel over. Her own personal weapon. YES! she thought. She opened her mouth. Out came the loudest, screechiest, highest note she could manage to sing/scream. She held it for as long as she could. raoul fainted. Christine smiled, satisfied. She went to pick up the…er…monkey named Kwenzee and the banana when …"That was freaking ugly." Erik was standing right behind her. Christine blushed like a tomato. God dammit, he heard. "Of course I heard you", Erik said. My god this man is so hot it is unbelievable, she thought, trying to breathe. "you were lucky you didn't wake up all of freaking France", Erik continued. "huh?...oh..yesm….", Christine mumbled. WAIT A TICK! I CHOSE RAOUL OVER THIS INCREDIBLY HOT GENIUS?!?!?!?!? EVEN WHEN I THOUGHT RAOUL WAS NORMAL????? HOLY EFFING SHIT!
"Pardon me?", Erik asked, "I didn't quite catch that." Christine stared at him. "You read minds?????", she asked, bewildered. "Don't have to, do I? You like to scream. And apparently you don't like the fop?", Erik asked, annoyed. Then he chuckled, "A tad ironic isn't it, since you're the new foppess de Chagny?"
Christine grinned. "at least it knocked raoul out", she said proudly. Apparently she wasn't the brightest crayon in the crayon box. "Oh, we're still on that", Erik rolled his eyes. That was like five sentences ago…she's been damaged, I can see, Erik thought.
"Yes, that freaking ugly thing you just…sang, was it?...knocked him out". He nodded at raoul. "CAN CAN!!", Christine shrieked. Erik looked at her, not surprised. "what?" he asked, really annoyed now. He needed to finish composing his new Opera and he was wasting time. "CAN CAN!", Cristine repeated. She started to dance the can can, changing the words to 'fop got knocked out fop fop, fop got knocked out fop fop'. ..
She grabbed Erik's arm excitedly, trying to get him to join her in her little celebration. He shrugged her off and walked away, back to his music. "YOU"RE HOT ERIK AND I LIKE THE SWISHNESS OF YOUR CAPE!"
