A/N: well after the last update i suppose i should clarify something. when i was refering to Elitests, i was more refering to Flamers who just go around insulting everybody. But i do find it funny, as someone who tends to be a little "Adjective happy" in her stories, that some people don't seem to know how to use one. So there are two sides to everything, i certainly see that and hope i'm not giving a one sided view in this fic.


"Well now that she's gone, would one of you care to explain what all this about a nursery is?" Christine was fuming as she turned back to the two men before her, neither of which seemed particularly inclined to give an answer.

"Well you see," Raoul began, looking very uncomfortable and twisting his fingers in his hand. "A lot of the Fic writers thought you should have a healthy, fulfilling marriage… very health… and well, you know you're quite fertile Christine, sorry 'bout all the dying though, I suppose that's not quite a perk of marriage. But hey, sometimes it isn't till the second or third child that you're done in!"

Christine blinked.

Rolling his eyes, Erik took a step forward. "Shut up, you idiot," he said to the boy before turning to Christine. "I'd like to point out that if it's Fluff pulling the strings, that chances of survival are much higher."

Raising an eyebrow, Christine had to wonder if he thought that that was supposed to be an encouraging statement.

"Coincidently enough that's only when you're with him," added Raoul while jabbing a finger in Erik's direction. "It seems I carry the fatal children gene most of the time… but don't worry; Erik usually takes real good care of our kids, don't you?"

Christine was about to ask him to elaborate when the doors to the nursery burst open.

"MAMAN!" cried one of the many teenage to early twenties girls to run out. Christine could only stand her as one by one these strange yet incredibly beautiful girls took it in turn to hug and kiss their lost mother.

"Oh, I missed you so much!" confessed one.

"I've never even met you!" admitted another that looked frighteningly similar to Christine.

"Wait, you're blonde?" asked a girl with the most stunning violet eyes.

She was then pushed aside by another Christine look-alike, "Do you know that story about the angel of music you used to tell me? Well I met him!"

"I did too, he's right there by the way; you left out the part about him being hideously deformed though."

"But I don't know why you were scared;it didn't bother me at all when I first met him."

"I even swam across the lake to find him!"

"So did I!"

All the girls seemed eager to relate their story to the stunned and dumbstruck Christine who kept looking desperately toward Raoul and Erik for support. Of course the fact that they were both in the state of trying to suppress a wild bout of laughter did not help matters. But the young girls continued on with their chattering.

"…And he's going to teach me to become a great singer!"

"Me too!"

"And then we're going to get married"

"And live on music alone!"

"Wait, wait, wait! What did you just say?" Christine, who had not been paying all that much attention to the girl's ramblings, found her ears pricking up at the sound of marriage.

Just then one of the girls brushed passed all the others and walked straight up to Erik, whose face lost all signs of amusement instantly. "Oh hey mom. Erik, when are you going to give me my singing lessons? You can't very well seduce me before my voice astounds and shows you how much like Christine I am… minus the selfish bitch part."

Raoul's eyes went wide with glee, as he had to clamp a hand over his mouth to restrain himself. Christine on the other hand, seemed to be trying to control a nervous twitch while Erik backed up slightly.

"Let me get this straight," she began glaring murder at all her 'children'. "You couldn't have me so you transfer your feelings for me to my children? That's sick!"

"Not me, I'm marrying his son!" The brave girl who dared interrupt the livid woman instantly quieted and faded back into the crowd once Christine locked eyes with the girl.

She then turned her stare back to Erik. "What is it with you and barely legal girls? Just how old do they think you are? And here I thought Viagra was a twentieth century discovery."

She then began to storm from the room while trying to disentangle her self from all the girls clinging desperately to her limbs.

The visible portions of Erik's face flushed bright red. "Christine wait! It's not me! It's Fluff, and Smut, and Sensual, and Bittersweet, and…"

Christine didn't give him time to finish; she had already left the room in disgust. This was just too much for her. It was one thing dealing with one generation of Mary Sues but to have to compete with the second generation too? Not to mention Erik being the ageless wonder/seducer. No, too much more of this and Christine would be about ready to take a vacation with Meg in Cancun… then send Erik and Raoul pictures, mentioning how they're not invited.

Raoul, who had followed her out, sorely interrupted Christine's plans for revenge.

"Come on, don't be like this. How do you think I feel?" he pleaded, but Christine refused to look at the boy.

"Christine, I'm sorry." This time it was Erik, he seemed to have taken a different rout and managed to cut her off.

"You know what, I'm not talking to you." She snapped, holding her head high. She then noticed strange music floating through another closed door. "What's that?"

Something flashed in Erik's eyes as his body became ridged. "I am not going in there," he stated flatly.

Christine looked questioningly to Raoul, resigned in not speaking to Erik.

"Song Fic writers," he answered with a smirk. "Erik absolutely refuses to go anywhere near them these days."

"You would too, if anyone actually liked you enough to write one about you." Raoul scowled but Erik continued. "Do you realize that I know every word to the Evanesence Fallen record? I BLOODY HATE EVANESENCE! Day and night, Evanesence, don't these girls ever listen to anything else? At least the girl from Nightwish can sing!"

Christine, though resigned, found she simply could help herself. "But Erik, your presence still lingers here, and it wont leave me alone. These wounds wont seem to heal, this pain is just to real, there's just too much that time can not erase."

"Don't."

"I realize you're afraid. But you can't reject the whole world."

"Please stop, Christine."

"Fallen angels at my feet, whispered voices at my ear, death before my eyes…"

"Shut up! Just shut up!"

"Don't tell me to shut up you dirty old man!"

Though he wasn't about to admit it, Raoul was having one of the best days of his life.


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