Arachibutyrophobia
Disclaimer: If I owned POTO I would be different……
Erik wandered through his labyrinth with quick steps. His silken cape billowed around him, and his golden eyes pierced the gloom of his lair. A song filled his tortured mind, and his long, spidery fingers stroked the smooth, snake-like lasso at his waist. Then his ears picked up a sound. It was a soft crying.
He followed it, curious, wondering who would be in the opera during this blizzard. Surly they were snowed in by now.
He traced the sobs to… could it be?... Christine's dressing room. He tapped on the mirror. "Christine?"
"E, Erik?" she stammered, "Are you here?"
"Yes." He reassured, feeling himself just to be sure, "Yes, I'm practically positive."
"Oh, good!" Christine sniffed, "Come in please! I'm so scared!"
Erik stepped through the mirror, "What's wrong? Why are you here?"
"I, I," Christine blushed, "I fell asleep, and now I'm snowed it. I'm scared of storms."
"There, there." Erik said comfortingly, patting her hand.
"There what?" Christine asked.
"Huh?" Erik asked.
"There what?"
"Oh, that's just a comforting phrase. It made you feel better, right?" Erik said sweetly.
"Uh, why would that make me feel better?"
"Because… Oh, um, I have no idea." Erik said.
Christine giggled, and took Erik's hand, and randomly pulled his mask off.
Erik gasped.
"Don't worry, I suddenly became mature during this storm and now I love you despite the fact that you look like someone caught your face on fire and put it out with an ice pick."
"Oh, darling that is so nice of you!" Erik sighed, "Snow must have magical maturing qualities."
"It's magic snow."
"That's what I was thinking." Erik said dreamily.
"When it lets up I want to build a snow man." Christine stated in her most grown up voice.
"Huh? Oh, ok." Erik replied, "Christine, I, I love you!"
"Really? Well, I have a head-ache, so I must love you too. Either that or the fact that I need glasses is causing me to have a migraine. Being in love is more romantic though." Christine said.
"Oh, I'm so happy!" Erik squealed gleefully, "Oh, and sorry about the head-ache, I have one too."
"You must be in love with me also!" Christine said, clapping her hands, "Now that we're in love what's next?"
"Well, I think that I should tell you that you're beautiful." Erik said.
"Ok!" Christine exclaimed, "Tell me!"
"You're beautiful!"
"Oh!" Christine sighed, "That's nice! Now what?"
"Now you should say that your father won't approve."
"My father is dead." Christine said, confused.
"Oh, well then, say that Madame Giry won't approve."
"Madame Giry won't approve." Christine said, "Now what?"
"Now we kiss." Erik said happily, "If you don't mind that is."
"Is it quite customary?" Christine asked.
"Yes." Erik replied.
"Is it fashionable?" Christine asked.
"Oh yes!" Erik answered.
"Oh, in that case." Christine said, kissing Erik.
"I, I, I, I," Erik gaped.
"Huh?"
"I have never been kissed before." Erik stammered, going into a brief angst-y mode that the Phan just L-O-V-E!
"Well, in that case…" Christine grinned and kissed Erik again, "This IS fashionable, right?"
"Yes, oh so fashionable!" Erik cried happily.
"Well, then…" and Christine kissed Erik again…
And again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again!
"Gah! I can't breath!" Erik cried.
"Breath out of your nose!" Christine said quickly before adding another kiss.
"I don't have a nose!" Erik wailed, "I'm suffocating!"
Christine stopped, "You don't have a nose? Then what's that hole in your face?"
"Huh? That? I have no idea! A cavity of the skin I guess." Erik said.
"Well, less talk more kissing." Christine giggled.
"NO! It's NOT fashionable to kiss that much!" Erik gasped, "I'M GOING TO SUFFOCATE!"
"Oh dear!" Christine cried, "Do you still have a head-ache?"
"Yes."
"Well, than at least we're still in love." Christine smiled.
"Oh, goody." Erik said weakly, trying to catch his breath, "Now what?"
"Now you serenade me."
"Ok!" Erik said, cheering up, "Where shall I?"
"Well, I would say out side, but considering the weather…" Christine gestured to the window. The snow was coming in a thick, white sheet and the wind was blowing a few trees down the rue.
"I'll serenade from behind the desk." Erik said. Then he began a song.
"It's soooo pretty!" Christine sighed when he was done, "Now what will we do?"
"I will give you a hug." Erik said, hugging her.
"And I will give you a pat on the head." Christine said, patting his head.
"And I will monologue for you." Erik added, "Christine is my love. I love her. She reminds me of my mother. I think she's pretty. She is very nice. I love her."
"That's so sweet." Christine sighed.
"And now I will sit next to you and hold your hand." Erik said, sitting next to her and holding her tiny pink hand in his large yellow one.
"And we will romantically eat chocolates!" Christine squealed, "I have a box of chocolate shipped all the way from a tiny German/Austrian settlement in Oregon America known as Mt. Angel, or Traggerville!" She grabbed the chocolate box and ate three or four. Then she handed it to Erik.
"Look's almost good enough to eat." Erik said giddily.
"You are supposed to eat them." Christine stated.
"No, I meant the box." Erik apologized, taking a chocolate. He took a bite. The rich, Benedictine made chocolate melted in his mouth. It was delicious. And then…. What was that sticky, nutty paste? Could it be? PEANUT BUTTER! Erik trembled. What if? What if? What if, oh horror of horrors, THE PEANUT BUTTER GOT STUCK TO THE ROOF OF HIS MOUTH!
His head grew tight, and his heart quickened pace. His face went pale, and he began a cold sweat. His twisted lips trembled, and his golden eyes watered.
"MILK!" He screamed, "MIIIIIIIIILLLLLLKKKKK!"
"What?" Christine asked.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLKKKKKKKKKKK!" Erik howled.
"Stop that! You'll wake the neighbors. Oh, wait there are no neighbors. Well, just cut it out!"
"G, good idea!" Erik reached for a knife and began to try and scrape the dreaded peanut butter from the roof of his mouth.
"Oh! Stop! You'll kill yourself!" Christine shrieked, snatching away the knife.
"THEN GET ME SOME MILK!" Erik gasped, wiping the blood from his lips.
"WHY DO YOU NEED MILK?" Christine demanded.
"The PEANUT BUTTER!" Erik choked. That was all he could say before he fell into a faint.
"Hey! That's my job! I'm the one who faints!" Christine sniffed indignantly.
Well, that's all for that? Should it be two chapters? Is it good at all? Please don't flame! It makes me have a bad day and kill people. LOL. Ta-ta and all that jazz,
Maidenhair the Draver