A/N: And it's back! Sorry for the delay and thank you very much for the great reviews, they always make my day. So here it is, another chapter.

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It didn't take long for Christine to get back to the stage where she saw Erik and Raoul surrounded by Phangirls, seeming to be in deep conversation. Putting a smile on her face as though nothing odd had happened, she approached them only for them to all of a sudden stop talking as soon as she was noticed.

"Well Christine, you're back soon. How was your 'talk' with Meg?" Raoul asked as she came closer, just stifling a laugh.

Christine raised an eyebrow curiously. No, they couldn't possibly know, she thought to herself.

"Yes, apparently Meg's really been missing you ever since you left," Erik added on while maintaining a straight face, which Raoul was failing miserably at. "You know, all the time you two used to spend together talking, getting ready for performances, helping with each others costumes..."

Christine's face flushed bright red as the girls around them broke out into giggles. %&$! They did know!

Raoul simply couldn't hold back any longer while looking at Christine's embarrassed expression, and gave into an uncontainable fit of laughter. Erik merely grinned.

"It's not funny!" she spat back at them, annoyed.

"Oh I beg to differ," replied Erik, finally given in to a few rare giggles.

Christine scowled, "oh, why don't you just go back to your harem?"

That shut him up. Erik visibly flinched at her accusation while Raoul began to laugh even harder at the exchange between the two. The Phangirls on the other hand became quiet and looked at Christine as though she were crazy for telling their precious Erik to go away.

"I do not have a harem," he replied while shooting a glare to where Raoul was killing himself laughing.

"Oh yes you do," Raoul piped in once he saw Erik glaring at him. "This entire opera house is practically your harem, you're surrounded by girls right now! Look that ones even drooling."

"Well it's not like I ask them to be here. You think it's easy being a man who enjoys his privacy while twenty Phangirls are all trying to touch you?"

"Right, like a few hundred girls all throwing themselves at you is a bad thing?" he egged on as he saw Christine becoming more and more curious as to Erik's answers. "Why don't you tell us what it is exactly you do all day with them down there, then?"

"Yes Erik, I kind of would like to know," Christine added while crossing her arms on her chest.

"Well it's most certainly not what you're thinking," he snapped back.

"Please," Raoul continued on. "You expect us to believe a fifty year old sexually repressed virgin, suddenly surrounded by all these girls, just dying for a piece of opera ghost ass, wouldn't enjoy the perks of being an international sex symbol every once in a while? Plus if Christine is any indication, we know you do prefer the barely legal ones, which there are plenty of here."

The visible portions of Erik's face flushed bright red as he looked at the floor but did not respond.

"Erik?" called Christine, not at all liking this. He glanced up quickly to her questioning face but then lowered his eyes back to the grown and fiddled with his fingers. "I can't believe this!" she yelled all of a sudden. "You really do have a god damn harem down there!"

"I do not," he once again stated, bringing his head guiltily up. His eyes then went wide while a knowing grin played across his mouth; a certain memory had come back to him. "Besides you are hardly one to talk."

"Really?" she replied in a caustic tone and straightening herself to her full height. This ought to be good.

"Yes really, miss girls gone wild, Cancun spring break 2002."

Christine's jaw dropped with her face turning a few shades of red as Erik gave a triumphant smirk, Raoul just stood confused. "Where did you... I don't know what you're talking about."

It was then one of the Phangirls stood and handed a tape to Erik who held it up for all to see. "This has been floating around the girls for a while now. Turns out all Meg needed to do was give you three shots of tequila and she'd be in her glory."

Christine's flushed turned even deeper as she eyed the tape in his hand. "How... Why that little... You know what, give me that!"

"Wait, I haven't seen it yet. Why didn't you tell me about that?" Raoul asked in a dejected voice, looking at the tape in awe.

"Because I don't like you." Erik replied with a smirk, holding it high above his head while Christine tried to jump for it.

"Give that back! I did not give permission for that tape to be made, you have no right."

"Well if you want to see it, I suppose I could give it to you now." Erik said while maneuvering around Christine. He then tossed the tape to Raoul who caught it easily with a wide grin on his face.

"Raoul, don't you dare watch that. Give it to me."

"No way, if he watched it, I'm watching it." Raoul then took off running down the hall with Christine in fast pursuit.

Farther and farther they raced through the opera house, Christine fast running out of breath as she held on to her skirt. "Raoul give me that back!" she continued to cry as they once again took another turn.

Raoul quickly opened a door and rushed inside with Christine not far behind him but stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he saw where he'd gone. Christine ended up crashing right into his back, not having seen him stop so abruptly, and began to yell when his hand fell quickly over her mouth.

"Shhh," he hissed while motioning to a large group of young girls standing not far from them with their backs turned, all sucking delightfully on a pile of pixie sticks being passed around the group.

"Don't say a word when I release my hand," he whispered shakily to her. Christine gave a short nod as his hand fell. "Now lets back out slowly before we're noticed."

"Why?"

"Fic writers, the most dangerous type." She looked at him with an expression of both confusion and fear. Raoul gave a short shudder before explaining, "Humor/Parody writers."

"OH MY GOD, IT'S CHRISTINE AND RAOUL!!!!"

Raoul looked up just in time to see the group turn and face the pair standing quietly at the door before grasping Christine's hand in panicked fear.

"Run!" he yelled as he began to drag her down the hall, the Phans taking no time in continuing after them

"No, wait! I want you to come visit me at school!" screamed random Phan #586

"No they're not, they're coming over to my house!" came random Phan #866

"No way! They're reenacting my favorite movie!"

"Screw that, let's just kill the fop!"

"Yeah! Kill the fop!"

"Burn him!"

"Throw him from the roof!"

"Bash his brains in!"

Raoul swallowed hard as he picked up his speed, sweat breaking out over his forward. He looked back quickly to Christine. "Save yourself Christine!" he shouted before releasing her hand and sprinting down another corridor.

Out of breath, the girl could not keep up anymore and let the Phangirls gain on her but surprisingly they simply passed her by without so even as much as a look.

"Dear god, how often does this happen here?" she asked herself, while resting against the wall and taking in her surroundings. She was somewhere in the second cellar, an area she wasn't too familiar with but could probably find her way out of.

She wandered around for about fifteen minutes before finally admitting to herself that she was indeed lost. In a huff, Christine sat herself on the floor, hands resting on her chin, while she put on her best 'Christine in deep thought' look.

"Hello." Startled by the voice, she looked up to see a familiar looking girl standing over her, smiling brightly. "Erik's looking for you, I came to help you find him."

Well she seemed normal enough, if these Phangirls could be considered normal... "Uh, thank you. Could you tell me where he is?" Christine asked while rising from the cold floor.

"He's in his lair, but come on, I know a short cut. It's in the third cellar."

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