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Raoul stormed out of the office, shaking like a leave. His lips trembled as he leaned back against the wall. It would seem that the walls of the Opera House were not that strong.
"La la laa laaaa LAAAA!" Carlotta stood in her dressing room, looking at the mirror, attempting to ignore the small cracks. She turned from the mirror and grabbed her box of chocolates. She hadn't even for half an hour, and she was ready to shrivel up and die (despite the thick triple layer of fat surrounding her). Carlotta peeped her head out of the door, to see if anyone was coming. Then, she returned to her chocolates. She coughed, then threw her head down to the chocolates. The chocolates had no time to scream, it was already over. Like the creature from the Black Lagoon, Carlotta rose up from the massacre of the chocolates. She thought she at heard a sound. She shrugged, then moved back down to gorging the chocolates. Suddenly, there was a huge crash, and a cringing, crying ball of man. "Raoul?" Raoul stood up slowly. Carlotta waited for an explanation. "Oh! Chocolates!" Raoul rushed over to the blood bath of sweet chocolate and also began gorging. "Aaah . . . such a great, masculine man . . ." A small smile began to grow at the side of her mouth, then immediately faded. "Shame he's eating MY chocolates!" She shoved out of the way and told him to get out. Then she began her strange ritual of chocolates. She stuffed the box on her head, and did a little dance around her dressing room.
Erik sat alone, his mind and spirit at rest. Ayesha purred softly on his lap. "Yes. I know sweetheart." He spoke in the voice that only his closet friends heard. His kind, sort off cuddling voice if you will. He was just about to go to sleep, when he was awoken by a screeching coming from the lake. Erik sighed, and slowly stood up and walked over to the lake. "Christine?!" The girl stood in the middle of the lake, in HIS boat! "Erik! Help! I seem to off broken your boat!" Erik raised an eyebrow. "Broke it?" Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the remains of an oar. He rolled his eyes. What had she done now? "Erik please come over! Im scared!" Erik gave her a quizzical look. "Excuse me? Scared?" Christine sat in the boat, curled up in a foetal position. "Yes! The sharks and piranhas aren't scared of you!" Erik bit his lip, trying not to laugh. "My dear, there are no fish in my lake . . ." Tears welled up in Christine's eyes. "A-are you sure?" Erik sighed. "Hold on then im coming." He swung on to the rope and made his way to Christine quickly. He hopped down in to the boat, only to be doused in water. It was then he noticed the great hole in the bottom of the boat. "Oh shit! Christine! What did you do!?" Christine looked up in to Erik's eyes with cute puppy eyes. Erik sighed again, and looked at Christine with more sympathy from before. "Christine, if you wanted to talk to me, you could have just called in to the mirror. Why did you have to come down here?" Christine thought for a minute, and then said "it's Raoul." Erik's kind smile disappeared. "The fop? Please, even think of me makes me need an anti-depressant." Christine continued talking. "He's been acting really strange lately. I think he's upset." Erik grinned, seeing the opportunity for an insult. "It wouldn't surprise me. Maybe he looked in a mirror!" Erik seemed disappointed by the insult. He'd had better. "Please Erik don't say things like that about Raoul. I do sort of love him after all." Erik scowled. "I think you had best be going back to above ground." The two had forgotten about the leak in the boat. Erik jumped up on to the rope. "Grab my hand Christine." Christine seemed terrified. "What's wrong now?" She gulped. "You wont let the sharks get me will you?" Erik couldn't help but smile slightly. "No Christine. No I wont." He helped Christine up onto the rope, and with his guidance, they eventually made it to shore. "Thank you Erik!" She kissed him playfully, then bounced out of the darkness and back in to her dressing room. However, what neither Erik or Christine noticed, was that Raoul had been watching them, his anger reaching a boiling point at that kiss. Something was going to happen.
Raoul stormed out of the office, shaking like a leave. His lips trembled as he leaned back against the wall. It would seem that the walls of the Opera House were not that strong.
"La la laa laaaa LAAAA!" Carlotta stood in her dressing room, looking at the mirror, attempting to ignore the small cracks. She turned from the mirror and grabbed her box of chocolates. She hadn't even for half an hour, and she was ready to shrivel up and die (despite the thick triple layer of fat surrounding her). Carlotta peeped her head out of the door, to see if anyone was coming. Then, she returned to her chocolates. She coughed, then threw her head down to the chocolates. The chocolates had no time to scream, it was already over. Like the creature from the Black Lagoon, Carlotta rose up from the massacre of the chocolates. She thought she at heard a sound. She shrugged, then moved back down to gorging the chocolates. Suddenly, there was a huge crash, and a cringing, crying ball of man. "Raoul?" Raoul stood up slowly. Carlotta waited for an explanation. "Oh! Chocolates!" Raoul rushed over to the blood bath of sweet chocolate and also began gorging. "Aaah . . . such a great, masculine man . . ." A small smile began to grow at the side of her mouth, then immediately faded. "Shame he's eating MY chocolates!" She shoved out of the way and told him to get out. Then she began her strange ritual of chocolates. She stuffed the box on her head, and did a little dance around her dressing room.
Erik sat alone, his mind and spirit at rest. Ayesha purred softly on his lap. "Yes. I know sweetheart." He spoke in the voice that only his closet friends heard. His kind, sort off cuddling voice if you will. He was just about to go to sleep, when he was awoken by a screeching coming from the lake. Erik sighed, and slowly stood up and walked over to the lake. "Christine?!" The girl stood in the middle of the lake, in HIS boat! "Erik! Help! I seem to off broken your boat!" Erik raised an eyebrow. "Broke it?" Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the remains of an oar. He rolled his eyes. What had she done now? "Erik please come over! Im scared!" Erik gave her a quizzical look. "Excuse me? Scared?" Christine sat in the boat, curled up in a foetal position. "Yes! The sharks and piranhas aren't scared of you!" Erik bit his lip, trying not to laugh. "My dear, there are no fish in my lake . . ." Tears welled up in Christine's eyes. "A-are you sure?" Erik sighed. "Hold on then im coming." He swung on to the rope and made his way to Christine quickly. He hopped down in to the boat, only to be doused in water. It was then he noticed the great hole in the bottom of the boat. "Oh shit! Christine! What did you do!?" Christine looked up in to Erik's eyes with cute puppy eyes. Erik sighed again, and looked at Christine with more sympathy from before. "Christine, if you wanted to talk to me, you could have just called in to the mirror. Why did you have to come down here?" Christine thought for a minute, and then said "it's Raoul." Erik's kind smile disappeared. "The fop? Please, even think of me makes me need an anti-depressant." Christine continued talking. "He's been acting really strange lately. I think he's upset." Erik grinned, seeing the opportunity for an insult. "It wouldn't surprise me. Maybe he looked in a mirror!" Erik seemed disappointed by the insult. He'd had better. "Please Erik don't say things like that about Raoul. I do sort of love him after all." Erik scowled. "I think you had best be going back to above ground." The two had forgotten about the leak in the boat. Erik jumped up on to the rope. "Grab my hand Christine." Christine seemed terrified. "What's wrong now?" She gulped. "You wont let the sharks get me will you?" Erik couldn't help but smile slightly. "No Christine. No I wont." He helped Christine up onto the rope, and with his guidance, they eventually made it to shore. "Thank you Erik!" She kissed him playfully, then bounced out of the darkness and back in to her dressing room. However, what neither Erik or Christine noticed, was that Raoul had been watching them, his anger reaching a boiling point at that kiss. Something was going to happen.