by shoeanders and stevewraith
Category: Humor
Ships: None
Rating:
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: we LOVE phantom of the opera. unfortunately, it doesn't and never will belong to us, but we do and always will take credit for writing this, no matter how intoxicated we were at the time…
shoe's A/N: ok, here I go…um…well, scary things come out of French class, and this is most definitely one of them. you might not like the fic or think that it's funny: I assure you, it was damn fun writing this. these first couple chappies are mine, but we worked together, so I wont take the full credit.
steve's A/N: we are not responsible for any mental trauma caused by reading this story
Distribution: If you like it all that much and want to share it, go ahead. All we ask is that you review in exchange.
PART ONEChapter One
Erik threw himself down on his bed, sighing contentedly. Another long session with his angel complete, with another one tomorrow to look forward to. To live for.
"Hmmmm…" he rumbled from the back of his throat, "My Christine…my Christine…" The words rolled experimentally off his tongue a few more times before he started at the sound of a muffled sob.
Sitting up quickly, he looked wildly around the room, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. He snatched up his nearby lasso and strode out into the main cavern of his lair.
A few minutes later, he re-entered, massaging his temples. "I am insane," he muttered as he returned the rope to the floor and began to undress for bed.
Before he completely removed his shirt, though, he froze.
"This time, I know I heard something, and it was in this room."
He had indeed heard what was similar to a gasp and a thud. Now, more clearly, "Steve!"
He leapt for his Punjab lasso, in the process getting his arms stuck in his shirt, bumping into and knocking over a large candlestick, and thence falling flat on his face on the stone floor.
After a few more moments he had untangled his hands from the sleeves, grabbed the rope, and paused to listen for more noise.
Beat.
"Steve, are you okay?
Aha! He thought triumphantly, the closet!
Striding across the room and throwing open the door, he shouted, "Tremble before me, for I am…!"
gasp
thud
He stared down at the two unconscious teenage girls. Well, that worked.
A/N: this was short, but more good stuff to come. if you review, we will update. if you don't review…we most likely will still update. BUT, please review. all comments, questions, and flames are welcome. though, if you are mean to our baby, we will hunt you down and kill you to death. andi mean that in the friendliest way possible – shoe
COMING UP IN CHAPTER TWO:
"What are you doing here, give me my cape, and LEAVE!"