This is the second Chapter
Disclaimer: No, and I will not. I do like cheese. Yaya!
To Peoples:
To Bondaged Vampiresa: Ok, thanks for la review. I am random. runs about with aball of yarn mewing. Well, here's a new chapter finally. (You aren't a REAL vampire are you? runs away screaming with a bottle of instant garlic juice and a steak LOL.)
To Syen: Tra-la-la-la-la, oh bother the flowers of spring!
To I Despise Raoul: Thanks for the review! Oh, I wish to clarify what you said about Erik not want Christine to be like his mother. You see, when a person is abused by a parent that person, (this is totally true and psychologists have proven this, my mom has a degree in psychology too and I listen to tapes on things about this sort of stuff sometimes) anyway, that person will unknowingly seek out a person that reminds them of their parent in the hope that that person will love them as the parent could not. This is why some people who had say alcoholic parents may marry an alcoholic. Ok, well other than that, thanks for the review!
To L-X-R: Hi. I sold my lost in a card game. Can you help me find a replacement?
To Pimpernelunderthecelticmoon: My dear Wormwood –er- sis, hi. You are um… alive I guess.
To Nakomis: No, that wasn't a coincidence, I have magic powers and I had you IN MY POWER! Hahahaha! No, actually on second thought, it was a coincidence.
To everyone else: I am sorry, but I am too tired to respond, thanks 4 the reviews anyhow. ;)
When Erik awoke he was in a brightly lit office lying on a couch thingy.
"Heeeeeelllllllppppp!" he cried, thinking that, because the couch was pink, he might have died and went to… the place you don't want to go.
"Shush-shaw." Christine said soothingly, "It's ok, the doctor will see you soo."
"Huh?" Erik asked, "Doctor? What doctor?"
"His name is Dr. Renich, Rimnnie Ronnie Ronbolo Rebonic Rubella. He goes by Rob though." Christine replied, "He'll make you ALL better."
"Huh?" Erik asked again, "From what?"
"From your terrible phobia! You went all un-romance-y on me!" Christine answered.
"Sorry." Erik apologized.
"That's alright sweetie, you went insane. It's not your fault. Let's blame someone else." Christine said in her sweetest voice.
"Alright, we'll blame Raoul." Erik suggested.
"Alight," Christine agreed, "And for a really OOC effect I will say Ok, even though that its an American phrase." From then on Christine hated Raoul.
"The Doctor will see your freakish fiancé now, Mademoiselle." A nurse going under the name of Pimpernelunderthecelticmoon said.
"Thank you." Christine replied.
"Whatever." My sister, (who for some reason is in the fic) answered, "Now shut up while I go watch Sponge Bob the Movie. Come on Syen."
"How long will we have to wait?" Erik asked.
"An hour I suspect." My sister replied before she left.
"Oh, well." Christine sighed, "Now we can go in our tragic 'someone is sick' routine."
"Oh, good!" Erik cried, "Lets!"
"Alright. I go first." Christine said, "I will give you a big hug an beg you not to die."
"Yes!" Erik exclaimed happily.
Christine hugged him, "Don't die."
"Yay!" Erik cried, "Now what?"
"Now you must say that you won't." Christine stated.
"I won't." Erik said blandly.
"Oh, I am so relieved!" Christine sighed, "Your turn."
"Alright," Erik started, "I am thinking of a number between one and ten."
"Erik! You're supposed to be angsty! We have headaches, remember?"
"Oh, yes." Erik corrected himself, "I will say that I love you even if I might die which I won't because I'm suffering from something other than the physical."
"Good! Do it!"
"I love even if I might die which I won't because I'm suffering from something other than the physical." Erik said.
"Now I will cry tragically." She did.
"And I will join you!" and he did.
"And we will cry together!" and they did.
"What's wrong with you two?" a voice said.
The two crying lovers gazed up and saw the doctor.
"Um, nothing." Christine said, brushing aside some tears, "We, um, are in love."
Dr. Rob marked on his note book to be sure to schedule Erik some more sessions and to give Christine some as well.
"Alright Mr…"
"Um, do I have a name?" Erik asked.
"Oh, um," Christine said, "Let's think about this…"
"Oh, I know!" Erik cried, "It's Van Helsing! No, wait, that's not it… Frodo? Count Olaf? Harry Potter? Anakin Skywalker? Wonka? Igor? Fred?"
"It's close to Fred." Christine mused, "Like another form of Fred."
"No that's my first name, Christine!" Erik sniffed, "My first name is Erik which is just an short form of Frederic. Don't tell me you forgot my FIRST name!"
"Well, sorry!" Christine scowled,
"Alright, how about… no that's that idiot's last name… Oh! I know… naw that's wrong… Just call me… what was that?"
"Ok, ok!" Dr. Rob cried, "I'll just say Erik! Alright Erik, what I want you to relax."
Erik went almost limp.
"Good!" Dr. Rob said, "Now watch the watch."
"Huh?" Erik asked, "Oh, yeah, alrigh."
"Don't you mean alrighT?" Christine asked,
"Sush!" Dr. Rob sushed, "Alright Erik, you are VERY sleepy! Very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very sleepy!"
Erik went into a trance. It was very lovely, because he looked thirty years younger, (and since this in this fic Erik is only about thirty five anyway… you guess the rest. Odd huh?)
"Awww!" Christine cooed.
"That's sick!" Dr. Rob exclaimed, "Oh! How silly of me! I have the watch on Haddix Turnabout setting. Here's I'll fix it."
"No! I like him like THIS!" Christine protested, "He's so cute! I wanna dress him in my doll clothes!"
"No, sorry." Dr. Rob replied, fixing Erik's age.
"Humph." Christine said grouchily.
"Alright Erk," Dr. Rob began, "Lets hear about your childhood. Were you a happy child?"
"No." Erik said sleepily, "I had a bad time."
"Hmm," Dr. Rob grunted, "Did anyone hurt you?"
"Yesssss."
"With peanut butter?"
"Yes! My cousin used to make peanut butter balls an make me eat them without milk!" Erik wailed.
"Huh? That's not painful." Dr. Rob stated.
"It is when she plays the accordion!"
Dr. Rob shuddered at the name of the infernal instrument.
"He's luck to be alive!" Christine whispered.
"Yes, poor fellow." Dr. Rob sighed, "Well, Erik you have Arachibutyrophobia. Session over."
"No!" Christine called, "Now that he's in a trance we can ask him all his secrets and he'll tell us!"
Dr. Rob made an evil grin.
"Erik, do you bite your nails?" Christine asked.
"When I'm nervous." Erik whispered.
"Who is the most beautiful woman in the world?" Dr. Rob asked.
"Raoul's sister." Erik replied.
"What?" Christine gaped.
Dr. Rob laughed, "Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?"
"Yes." Erik sighed, "With a small, stuffed monkey I made when I was little. I am an insecure sleeper."
Christine and the doctor giggled.
"Do you like my hair?" Christine asked.
"Yes, it's big." Erik replied.
"Yay!" Christine sang, "Wait, big? Wha does that mean?"
"Do you ever bathe?" Dr. Rob asked.
"No." Erik answered.
"Ew!" Christine grimaced, "Alright, what is you guilty pleasure?"
"I like toy sheep." Erik said.
"That was random." Dr. Rob said, "Ok, do you have a guilty secret?"
"Yes, I'm anorexic." Erik said.
"That's obvious." Christine said, "You're as thin as a corpse! Alright, what other secrets do you have."
"Once I had a pet bunny named Dragon, I ate a newspaper once, I like silly poems, and I love the way you look when eating spaghetti."
"You actually have SEEN me eating spaghetti?" Christine asked.
"Yes, many times." Erik replied.
He, he, he! Come on and review please! ;)