Disclaimer: I own nothing Phantom of the Opera.

I decided to write this because my friends, Miss Moppy, and Lyra Dogstar, said I would be murdered for this. I, my dear readers, am a Erik/Raoul shipper.

Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny, pulled into my opera house. I am Erik. Mainly known as "The Phantom of the Opera." I am the teacher of Christine Daae. A young, beautiful actress. I have been teaching Miss Daae to sing properly since she first came here after her fathers death.

I terrorize the Opera Populaire, getting them to do my biding, getting Christine, and my pretty boy slave Raoul to do my biding, also. It's really………rather fun. Mind you, it is my opera house. So the must obey, or die. A good partnership, no? I think so, too.

Anyways.

I crept silently to the windows, watching Raoul as he glanced what seemed to be casually around, as if checking out what everyone was doing, when in truth, he was looking for me. What a fool. He should be more careful.

I made it easy for him, sticking my head out the windows, and whisked my black and gold cape around. Something you must know about me, I am………..very dramatic. And Black and gold suits me, don't you think?

Well Raoul noticed me right away. As only he could. All these fools here, they could see a large note if you held it straight to their eyes. I suppose this is why they have never seen me. A very few people, Christine Daar, Mme. Giry, and Raoul are the only people who have seen me at the Opera Populaire. Oh, yes. Those two fool who I killed, I don't remember their names, have also seen me.

With a flick of my cape, I was off to Christine's room, to see Raoul. He would be going there to see Miss Daae. I would be in the mirror until then, waiting.

I was just dozing off when I heard a faint knocking sound on the mirror.

"Erik. Erik, are you in there?" A soft, quiet voice on the other side of the mirror whispered.

While I stretched and yawned, snapping out of my doze, I made a purposely loud grunt, and started to walk off.

Raoul opened the mirror, catching up to me within a fed strides. Not, mind you, that I was going fast. He was just rather slow at times. He thread his left arm through my right arm and attempted to snuggle up to me.

"How long were you wating for me? I didn't mean to take to long. I had to wait for Christine to leave the room so I...-." I stopped listening at this point. He was boring me, and I was too tired to care. "-…also said you were stalking her. Was that true? That doesn't seem like you, Erik. She's not that pretty, either so I can't see why you would …-" I was really getting irritated, now. The idiot would not shut up.

So, to shut him up, I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his.

That did the trick. He blushed, staring at me with wide eyes. When he tried to…deepen the kiss, however, I pulled away with a smirk.

"...I…" He frowned closing his mouth at a loss for words. Smirking ever more, I allowed him to snuggle up to me.

"Are you going to talk all night? Your rather boring, aren't you? Hmph. I detest people who are boring." At this point, I was tugging off my shirt and dropping it to the ground and glancing at him.

"Boring! I am NOT boring, thank you very much! How dare you insult me in such a way! Borning! Hmph! I'll show you borning!" I grinned now and he all but ripped off his shirt.

"Very well, then. Show me your not boring, my little Vicomte." I jumped into bed and pulled the curtains closed.