Chapter 2

Suddenly there was a loud scream beside Erik, he jumped out of his bed, grabbed his Punjab and whipped around. There was a girl with shoulder length brownish black hair, though her bangs, which hung in her face in a sideswept way, had blue in them and she seemed to have a piece of white blond hair on the right side of her hair.

"Who are you!" he cried, tossing his Punjab.

She raised her hand neatly and the Punjab caught around both her neck and arm. She calmly slipped out of the lasso and smirked, "this lassie was in bed with you, oh dear…wait till I tell Christine," she chuckled darkly.

Erik looked down and noticed Veronique for the first time, she was glaring at the girl, who had her by the hair, and trying to get loose at the same time.

"Who…who are you?" Erik repeated, "And I didn't invite her into my bed! Please…don't tell Christine!"

She laughed, "The mighty Phantom begging!" she mocked, "well I never thought I'd live to see that happening!"

He noticed that she had a slight accent, well she definitely had an American accent, but she also had another underneath it…German maybe? A little bit of British as well.

He scowled, "who are you!"

She grinned and held out her hand, the one not holding onto Veronique's hair, "call me DC, things will go much smoother for us if you do."

Erik took her hand in his and kissed the top of it.

"Urgh," she growled, pulling her hand away, "I was going for a handshake! Do I look like a proper lady who wants her hand to be kissed?"

Erik looked her up and down, she wore tight black pants, she was barefoot, she wore a loose black shirt which was tied at the waist, and had so many necklaces around her neck and so much…well junk around her wrists, and then add the fact she had brown and blue hair!

"No…" he said slowly, "no you don't."

"Exactly!" she laughed.

"So…how did you get down here?"

She shrugged, "how should I know? Woke up here!"

"So…do you have any intention of letting her," he nodded at Veronique, "go any time soon?"

"Well zonkers!" she smirked, "if you want me to then I will!"

Erik's eyes widened, "no, no, no that's fine!"

She kept smirking, "is the mighty Phantom afraid?"

Erik growled, "I am not afraid of anything!"

"Very well then," she answered, letting Veronique go and then turning and walking away.

Veronique scrambled to her feet, "she's even more insane than you are! But you're insanity…its sexy…" she growled at him.

Erik shuddered and ran after the girl, DC was it?

He found her in the Louis-Phillipe room, leaning on the fireplace and reading one of his books.

He strode to her, "I never said let her go…"

She looked up and smirked, "you implied it."

"I implied nothing!" he cried.

She turned her back on him but not before smirking one more time and saying, "of course you didn't, that wouldn't originality would it?"

"Originality…? What…?" he was confused.

She turned and faced him, then shrugged, "originality, implying isn't original. Its done so often that its really quite sickening and annoying. Almost as bad as Carlotta, or Pianji…or you."

Erik's eyes blazed, "those idiotic fools cannot sing and believe they can! I have nothing in common with them!"

"Look," she laughed, shrugging again, "no offense Gerik but…you just cannot sing. You really butchered Music of the Night…just tossing it out there. Like took a cleaver, chopped it to bits, tossed it in a blender on high speed, took it out, ground it to a pulp, put it in a glass, added a cherry and ice cream on top, and made a float out of it…or maybe not…I don't know…I actually kinda like floats…and I hated when you sand Music of the Night…" in a few moments DC was rambling and mumbling to herself, just as he found himself doing oh so often.

Erik sighed, "How do you know so much about me?"

She smiled, and handed him the book she had been reading, he discovered that it was actually not his.

"The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux…what is this!"

"This…this my dear is a novel of your life here at the opera house…kinda…oh and I know you butchered Music of the Night because I've also seen the movie…though I like to mute it when people sing…so it's pretty quiet whenever I watch it."

Erik flipped it open, "why is it so…battered and trashy?"

She gasped and snarled, "it's not battered and trashy it fekkin well loved!"

Erik held up his hands in surrender, "okay, okay calm down…"

She sighed and twisted her finger through one strand of her slightly curly, shoulder length hair, then she froze.

"What's wrong now…?" he asked warily.

"I need…I need a mirror…now!" she yelped.

Erik shifted awkwardly, "all in the drawing room…"

She was gone in a flash; he couldn't help but follow her.

He found her in front of the mirror, banging on it with her fists, "Noooo!" she howled, tugging at her hair.

"What!" he cried, expecting some sort of crisis.

"My hair!" she yelled, pointing at it.

"What's wrong with it? Besides the blue I think it's rather pretty…"

"Its not fekkin pretty! And I agree, I think the blue looks disgusting…but still…I straighten my hair for hours so it doesn't become curly at all!"

"But…it looks so beautiful…" he insisted.

"I don't care how many people tell me that, I hate it…and now I'm stuck with it…" she groaned.

Erik stared at her, as she banged her head against the mirror.

Now I'm stuck with two strange girls…but I must admit, I definitely like DC better…even if she hates her hair…and even if she looks rather strange in what she's wearing…