Christine sat up in a bed, dazedly, apparently not on the bench outside the managers office anymore.

"Oww.." she whined, rubbing her bruised forehead. It seemed she had hit herself when she was being dragged through the trapdoor. "Where am I?" She asked herself, peering around a strange room. It was covered in silks and decorated with all kinds of expensive little things. "Whoever this room belongs to," Christine muttered, smirking, "they've got some class."

Suddenly, she remembered how she got there; the man - Erik - who had kidnapped her through the wall. "I hope he's not too dangerous..." she thought, puzzled and a bit frightfully.

"Crikey, he's not!" Benny hooted from a fold in a curtain.

"Ssh!" George hushed him.

"Hmm.." Christine got out of the fancy bed and opened the bedroom door to go and explore some more, and maybe find out who this Erik was, and why exactly he took her against her will. She looked down a small hall that lead to only two other rooms, and she could hear noise in the furthest one, so she took off to go and investigate.

When Christine creaked open the door to where the strange man sat inside, she noticed that he was sitting at an organ and scribbling down what appeared to be music notes. He was so absorbed in his music, that he didn't even notice Christine come through the door and stand against the wall silently.

Maybe, she thought, I can sneak up on him, perhaps see if he has any firearms on him, if he's dangerous or whatever... be careful, Christine, this man could be quite mad.

She took one step forward. Good. All was still well. She took another step. And another. This process of slow steps every few seconds worked very well indeed, until she came right up to the weird guy. By now, she noticed he was wearing a mask. She gasped; this was the man she had met on the street! The man in the cloak and black mask!

In a moment of haughty fury not suited for someone like her, she grabbed the mask from the man's face, and only then did he turn his attention to her.

"No-" he started, but stopped as the odd girl didn't scream or run away in horror.

Christine looked at the mask in her hand, stared at Erik for a moment, then made a face. "What the hell are you playing at?" Christine shot coldly, "What's with the mask?" She tossed it back to him, but instead of catching it like Christine thought he would, the mask bounced off Erik's chest and fell to the floor.

"Hello..?" Erik stared at Christine, widening his eyes. She stared back.

"Yeah, I'm talking to you, buddy," Christine said, waving her hand in front of his face.

"Look at me," Erik ordered in confusion.

"Why?" Christine snorted, "Pretty boy ain't gettin' enough lovin'? Are you trying to seduce me!? Well it won't work!" Christine turned around and stuck up her nose.

It was pretty frustrating for Erik to take this all in. What the heck was she talking about? Pretty boy? Who could mistake HIM for a pretty boy?

"Mademoiselle," Erik said slowly, "aren't you afraid?"

Christine turned huffily around and stared Erik up and down. "What'd you say your name was again? Erik?" She took a harder look at him. "Afraid of what? I see you have no weapon on you."

"What?" Erik asked exasperated.

"You're acting very weird..." Christine muttered. Yep, he's mad all right, she thought.

"Me? You!" Erik answered dazedly, "You're not afraid of me!?"

"Why SHOULD I be?" Christine huffed, "Are you going to try and get me to do something nasty?"

"My face..?" Erik trailed off.

Christine snorted. "Just because you're an attractive devil, doesn't mean I'm going to like you! Why would I be scared of your face? Is it too CUTE for people like ME!? Huh? Is THAT what it is? Not. Gonna. Work." Christine stomped her foot in finality.

"Are you mocking me!?" Erik shouted.

"Yeah! Duh!" Christine shouted back.

"Stop that!" Erik cried, but he lowered his voice after a deep breath. "You seriously don't notice anything different about my face?"

"Are you going to try and seduce me!?" Christine shouted back offensively.

"No," Erik answered truthfully.

"Okay then, step into the light," she demanded. He did so. She snorted. "Too bad your attitude doesn't match your visage, cause you'd be an angel if that were true," Christine answered shortly.

"What do you mean by that?" Erik asked.

"In my opinion," Christine said with a wave of her hand, "you're much too cute to be a bad guy."

"Bad guy!? What did I do that was bad guy-ish! You couldn't possibly know anything about O.G.!"

"O.G.?" Christine repeated. "The managers said something about an O.G..."

"Opera Ghost? Get it? I'm the Phantom of the Opera, where have YOU been?" Erik wondered.

"You're the guy I met on the street," Christine said, ignoring his question, "You were plotting to rob this opera house!"

Erik sighed. "No, I wasn't! I LIVE here. I live down in the cellars of the Opera Garnier and I write my music away from the rest of the world."

"So THAT'S where we are?" Christine asked, "The cellars? Why the HELL do you live down here?"

Erik gave her another strange look. "Because people shun me.."

"Why?" Christine asked with a snort, "Trying to be MYSTERIOUS?"

Erik tried to explain, but gave up. "Well-... sure."

"Cool, I like mysterious guys," Christine said casually.

"You do?"

"That doesn't mean I like YOU, though, bad guy!" Christine said quickly.

"I'm NOT a bad guy!" Erik objected, "I only take money from the managers because that's the only way I can survive by being down here. Every time else, I'm a GREAT guy."

"Who do you bring down here?" Christine snapped.

"Nobody else."

"Do you ever get lonely?" She asked a bit more kindly.

"Yes, a lot."

"Why did you bring ME down here?"

"Because I liked your voice."

Christine stared at Erik faintly. "You've got a strange way of getting people's attention."

"Sorry about that," Erik answered.

There was a long, suffering pause. Erik still wondered why Christine couldn't see his face, and Christine still thought he was a seducer.

"You really liked my voice?" Christine asked.

"Yes," Erik answered. "Although, if you'd like, I could teach you to become even better."

"YOU can sing? No doubt. You look like it," Christine remarked. There it was again - that odd comment...

"Do you think I'm ugly?" Erik asked quickly, burning with embarrassment the instant the words came out.

"Anything holy! Why would I think THAT!?" Christine shouted a little too loud. Erik just stared at her.

"Are you blind?"

"No!"

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course! Now quit basking in your cuteness, I'm not buying the innocence. I know, I know - they say girls like the guys who don't think they're cute but really are, but that kind of thing just doesn't work for me!" Christine huffed.

"You really need to work on keeping your temper down, child," Erik said.

"Sorry," Christine replied, "I'm just a bit fussy now and I just want to know where I am, and if I can leave sometime, and maybe you could sing for me if... you know... you really CAN sing."

"Would you like to hear?" Erik asked.

"If you promise you won't hurt me," Christine bargained.

Erik smirked. "It's a deal."



A/N: YAY! I liked that one. But there wasn't too much humor stuff in it. Ah well. more humor in the next chapter. (Oh, and don't be bothered by the modern slang I make them use, I just think it gives them an extra humorous touch). ENJOY! :)