A/N: yes, I've still got plenty of ideas for this fic. The thing really does write itself now and I do enjoy writing it, so I've finally got an update for all of you out there who haven't forgotten this one. Anywho, let me know what you think and have fun, there's nothing better than being able to laugh at yourself ; )
"It's just over here behind this set piece. There, just through this hole," said the girl, after she led her further into the cellars depths.
"Will Erik be there?" asked Christine, beginning to grow suspicious. She was positive she had already met this girl.
The girl pushed something in on the stone wall and a small entrance appeared. It revealed nothing but a black hole that seemed to go to nowhere.
"Actually he's out right now…" the girl began thoughtfully, while moving away to give Christine a better view. "I think some Phangirls raided his mask drawer again, so he's gone to hunt them down, but this'll be a nice surprise when he gets back."
Christine raised an eyebrow. "Raided mask drawer?"
"Don't ask, at least it wasn't his underwear drawer again, now that was an amusing day." She giggled a bit to herself but stopped sharply when she saw the most unamused expression on Christine's face. "Some of those Phangirls are crazy you know, anywho, why don't you just hop on down there, the lights turn on automatically."
"I don't think so."
As though appearing out of nowhere, Erik now stood beside Christine, a hand planted firmly on her shoulder.
"Oh, hey, it's Erik. Kill any stage hands recently?" began the girl, taking small steps away from the imposing figure, as her eye's darting wildly about the room.
"Excuse me one moment Christine," he said turning from her to advance on the now nervous girl. "And don't go in there. Tragedy and I need to have a little word with one another."
Tragedy gave a small squeak before scuttling back a few more paces towards the stairs. "You know, I'd love to stay and chat, but see there's this black widow I kind of let loose awhile ago that I should be really keeping an eye on…" She then quickly dashed to the steps as Erik gave her a thoroughly furious scowl. "Oh, and you do have a good nights sleep Christine."
He was about to lunge after her when he collided with something that had just rushed him from the side. Needless to say, he was very unimpressed to find that object to be Raoul.
"Oh, thank god I found you." Raoul gasped, while Erik seemed to be attempting to brush him self clean of where Raoul had touched him, a look of pure loathing etched across what visible features he had.
"Idiot," he grumbled before focusing his attention back to Christine, completely ignoring Raoul's exhausted form.
"What just happened?" asked Christine, also ignoring Raoul, who was obviously trying to gain their attention.
"Nothing you need to worry about, but do stay away from that one." Erik replied, pointing to the small figure of Tragedy in the distance.
At last, Raoul couldn't to hold off any longer. "Hey, aren't you going to ask me what's wrong?"
Erik merely gave him a bored glance over before answering dully, "Well judging by your appearance and the mob chanting 'kill the fop' upstairs I'd assume you ran into some humor writers."
"You're only part right," Raoul started but then went very still. A new girl was entering the room. "Shh!" he hissed before ducking behind a set piece.
"Oh hi, you haven't seen Raoul anywhere have you?" the new girl asked as she came skipping towards them, happily.
Erik was about to answer when Christine decided to step back, giving him a deliberately hard press on his foot.
"No, we haven't" she replied glancing sharply at Erik.
"Oh, well, alright then… Well just call me if he show's up. Thanks anyway." And with that the girl continued on her way in low spirits. As soon as she was out of view, Raoul crept from his hiding place, looking very pale.
"Who was that? She seemed nice enough." Christine asked but Erik smirked letting her know that she was most likely wrong. A good judge in character was not exactly something Christine prided her self as being.
"That, my dear, was a Raoul sympathizing E/C shipper," said Erik simply.
"God, how many titles do you have for these people?"
"A fare few." He said with a contemplative expression.
"Well if she's a sympathizer wouldn't she be good then?"
It was Raoul now who turned to her. "Ha! That's what they want you to think!" He pulled her aside as though he were about to give away a great secret. "They trick you into thinking they're your friend and that they want you to be all happy and give you a good Christine relationship but as soon as Erik shows up, BAM!--" He slapped his hands together abruptly, making Christine jump. "Your body's lost at sea, or you contract some fatal illness, or something even worse (glares at authoress). It's just not fair."
Christine gave him a pitying look, raising her hand to rest on his arm in sympathy.
"So where's the tape?" came Erik's voice coldly.
"Hmmm?" replied Raoul, while gazing longingly into Christine's sapphire eyes. "Oh, I left it in the VCR."
Odd how quickly the atmosphere of a room can change.
"What!" yelled Christine suddenly, pushing him away. "You watched it! I thought you were running from Phangirls."
"Well I was, but then I found this room with a TV and…" he stopped and looked at her as though he now saw her in a new light. "Hey, how come you never showed me that thing with your tongue?"
Christine turned beat red, her eyes growing enormously as she closed in on him, a low growl escaping from her throat.
Please R&R ; D
