Erik's Fangirl

Erik was sleeping peacefully in his bed. Dreaming of his darling Christine cuddling with him and kissing him gently.

"Mmm Christine I love you…" he mumbled in his sleep.

"Erik! You're sposed to be dreaming of me!" a voice screeched in his ear.

He opened his eyes slowly and turned his head just as slowly. Lying next to him, cuddling his left arm was his student Veronique.

He jolted up, "Veronique…what are you doing in my bed?" he asked as calmly as he could.

"Watching you sleep…" she said twirling her fingers through his silky raven colored hair.

"Veronique…" he sighed.

"Yes Erik?" she cried happily.

"Why…why may I ask are my pants undone and my shirt off when I distinctly remember falling asleep with clothes on!"

"Oh that," she giggled, "I thought you'd be more comfortable once I undressed you. I mean…it's awful hot down here and y'know you were under the covers. Plus you're so very yummy without a shirt," she leaned close and whispered in his ear, "I bet you're even yummier without pants on…I wanna know…" she tugged at Erik's pants again.

Erik threw the covers off. Pulled his pants back up and rebuttoned them, "where is my shirt Veronique?"

She shrugged, "I don't know…I tossed it somewhere…"

Erik searched for it and eventually found it…lying in the lake…his most expensive and favorite shirt…the one Christine had gotten him.

"Veronique!" he screamed, grabbing his sword and rope.

She appeared, giggling and in a blue two piece swimsuit.

"What are you wearing?" he sighed.

"I'm trying to seduce you! Is it working?" she asked, twirling around then pressing against him.

Suddenly a voice yelled, "Erik! I can't believe you!"

"Christine!" he cried turning to her. She had tears in her eyes. Veronique looped her arms around Erik's neck, "oh dear Christine. You've been replaced by me. I was in Erik's bed earlier. With him."

Erik sighed, "Christine I was asleep and she crept in and undressed me…"

But Christine wasn't paying attention, "the shirt I got you is ruined! How can you say you love me when I see you like this and when you ruin what I got you?" she burst into tears.

Erik ran to her and tried to comfort her. Soon she was calmed down and she left. After kissing Erik for a long while. When she left she tossed Veronique a smug smirk over her shoulder. Veronique stared after her for a long while.

"Veronique…I am going back to bed. If I wake up and my clothes are not exactly as they were I will strangle you…slowly."

She giggled and jumped into the lake. She was soon swimming in it and singing.

Erik sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. Veronique was honestly wearing him out. She was going to ruin everything with Christine…if she didn't make him kill himself first…

When Erik awoke he felt a heavy weight on his stomach. He cracked open his left eye and saw Veronique sitting on his stomach, staring at him and slightly drooling. He closed his eye again. No…he was not ready to deal with this. He was about ready to go hang himself…or maybe just strangle Veronique…hmm sounded like a good plan…he sighed.

"Ooh!" Veronique giggled, "you're awake Erik!"

Erik groaned, "No…I'm still asleep. Because if I wake up and you are still sitting on my stomach I will drown you in the lake…"

"Nope. You're awake Erik." She giggled, "You're never this mean when you're asleep."

He groaned and shoved her off, "leave me alone! You keep me from sleeping all the time…do you even sleep?"

"Caffeine. Try it sometime." She giggled again.

He yawned and rolled over; he was not going to poison himself with caffeine. He didn't feel like drinking a scalding liquid that might damage his vocal cords.

"You okay honey?" Veronique crooned, "you look beat!"

"Yeah…it's your fault…" he mumbled, half asleep.

"Oh Erik! If I wear you out that much then just tell me and I'll leave you alone."

"Leave me alone…"

"I'm trying to be nice! Saying that when you say 'leave me alone' I will leave you alone."

"You're failing at it…I want you to leave me alone. Now…leave me alone."

She huffed and pouted, "fine! You're so mean, Erik!"

Erik closed his eyes and let Christine's image dance on his eyelids.

"Aah…Christine…my beautiful Christine…"

He heard footsteps but ignored them and kept half dreaming of Christine.

"Mmm…Christine…yes…join me in my bed…you and you alone. Let our bodies entwine and become one…mmm my precious Christine…"

"Man that must be awkward, Christine!" he heard Veronique yelped.

Erik's eyes snapped open, he jolted up, turned and was staring into Christine's amused, smug, blue, confident eyes. He felt his face heat up and stammered, "I-I I was dreaming…I uh…it um…"

"Aww…Erik's so cute when he's embarrassed!" Veronique cried.

"Shut up!" he roared. He jumped up and ushered them both out. He shoved Veronique into her chambers and Christine back to the exit.

"Goodbye Erik…my dizzy dreamer."

Erik couldn't even think he was so furious. He simply glowered at Christian then sat at his organ and began pounding away furiously. Playing quick, furious music. After a while he calmed down and was sitting at his organ quite happily, very gently polishing it with his sleeve. Making sure it glistened. Its golden, brass, ebony and ivory beauty was amazing. He sighed and kept sitting there. Suddenly a hand reached up, snatched his mask off, and threw it into the lake.

"Ack!" he screamed jumping and covering the right side of his face. He wheeled around to glare at Veronique, "Damn you!" he screamed, "can you not simply leave me be for a moment? You prying Pandora! You little lying Delilah!"

She sighed happily. Erik was gorgeous when he was mad, when he was sad, sleeping, sitting, standing, eating, singing, playing the organ, playing the violin, swimming and definitely showering…

Erik was still standing above her screaming, with his hand over the right side of his face. She giggled, then stood and walked off. He stood there for a moment, glaring at her. He grabbed his Punjab Lasso and followed her. His eyes blazing, his hands shaking with fury. She jumped into the lake and swam off. Erik began preparing his rope so that it would be perfect for finally strangling Veronique. She returned, soaking wet and holding his mask.

She handed it to him. He stared at it for a moment then took it, dried it off and put it back on.

"Am I forgiven?" she asked.

"No…" he responded.

"Oh Erik!" she cried, throwing her arms around him and covering his face in slobbery kisses.

"Agh!" he shoved her off. He headed back for his bed. He slipped under the covers…yes the lasso was the perfect way, soon…he drifted off to sleep. And didn't notice Veronique slipping into bed with him…