Phantoms' Lobo: Yes, It's been a while...eh? I guess I'm sorta inspired...so I'm going to try and do something FUNNY. Ohmigawd. Yes. Funny. Impossible, isn't it? Er...Fohx is going to take care of the review replies...yah...Take it away, my foxxy friend! points to kitsune-looking thing

Fohx: Humph. Why do I end up doing your Job, Lady Oblivion? growls and goes off to uneededly reply to the SINGLE reviewer they have

BHS: Hi! Berg was wondering when you were going to review. Guess she can't wonder anymore, can she? Hmm...Thank you for reviewing, and for being the first ever reviewer, I give you a Karasu plushie. -gives BHS the plushie-

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Berg stared at the door aggitatedly, tugging her hair behind her ears and stroking a single finger across the several self-inflicted scars littering the back of her jawline and upper neck and throat. She snarled to herself and tugged the hair back over the scars and stood from the stone slab that served as her bed. Her mind was made up. She would go out and watch the two and try to stop Christine from removing the beloved Phantom's face. Soon she had dawned an entirely black outfit, a black longshirt and trousers, a black tunic with tarnished silver bolts dotting it's entirety along with a black collared cape that swirled about her bare feet. She quickly sheathed a dagger in her pocket and slipped from the wooden door. Her large body was silent as she moved out her door, closing it behind her, and then traveling at a rather quick pace towards Erik. He was playing his organ softly and Christine was no where to be seen. Music of the Night had been played just a moment before. Berg drew a mask that resembled a wolf-fox creature from out of no where and secured it to her face with a black elastic string.

She was determined, but not thouroughly angry, so the Phantom knew she was coming before she was even within seven feet of him. He shifted about to face her, a somewhat dangerous glint in his eyes. "What do you want?" He questioned softly. Berg halted and through the eye-holes of her mask she stared at him. She had to stop herself from going over to him and giving him a rough glomp, which made her rather aggitated. Dunno how, it just did.

Her tunic-clad shoulders rolled in a shrug and she pushed her hair behind her ears out of instinct. She quickly pulled it back to curtain her scars. Erik's eyes flickered somewhat as he got a slight glimpse of the maroon scars, but turned his attention back to the mask covering the front of Berg's face. She figeted randomly and brought her cape about her before deciding to speak. "I'm just...here to...er...observe?" She offered.

Erik growled lowly. "The events of my life are not things to 'observe'." Berg snorted in an entirely un-lady-like way.

"That, monsieur, is not true. Anyone can observe the life events of another mortal. Ever heard of stalkers? Husband and Wife? Obsessor and Obsession. Inmates. The list goes on for miles, really." Berg said with a flourish of her left hand. Her sharp eyes caught the door to the Louise-Phillipe(sp?) room opening slowly. Before the Phantom could utter anything against her statement, she had vanished into the shadows. Erik could see her well enough to know where she was, but barely.

Erik glared daggers at the shadow before turning to Christine. His Christine. The doe-eyed woman was wearing the long white dress from the other night, or...whatever it was...and her hair was a bit messy. Berg scowled softly at her figure, not being one to enjoy people as thin as her(Christine). Of course one or two of her friends were like that, but they never pranced about with alot of stuff hanging out. They were quite secluded and didn't like even showing any parts of their chest at all. Her violet eyes watched them and she was soon slipping from her hiding place.

It was time.

Christine's fingers dug under Erik's mask and tore the white porcaline off. Erik pushed her away and covered his face with a hand. Berg lept at the singer and snarled as she was pushed back into her. The demented girl wrenched Christine down to her eye-level and began to mercilessly choke her, each thumb on their respected sides of her throat and constricting tightly. Erik, who had turned his back to the two when he pushed Christine back, looked at them when the strangled screams uttered from his Angel reached him. His eyes went wide at the sight and quickly lept to disentangle Berg from her.

"Berg! Let go of her!" He spat, hands clamped on her shoulders and tugging backwards. Berg's grip held. Her violet eyes had become blood red with hate and she hadn't noticed her mask was twisted about, revealing the bottem left portion of her face.

"Only when this woman is strewn over lit candles dead!" Was the harsh reply he recieved. Christine squawked and ripped at the hands about her neck. Berg was somewhat startled when she felt Erik drop onto his knees and pull her back, arms around her waist. His head rested upon her shoulder and the whispered plea's for her to stop echoed about her mind. The girl gritted her teeth violently as she fought herself. Tears of rage ran down her plump cheeks and landed either on Erik's head or on her tunic-clad shoulders.

Why? She asked herself. Her urdge to kill was powerful. The fact that she was so close to taking the life of someone made her insides burn with excitement...but...Why? Erik's arms about her waist made her indicisive and think. She was going to take the life of another. She wanted to. Longed to. She was so close...she could see death in her victims eyes. She would be happy...but...

Erik...Berg began to tremble. Damn her emotions! Curse them! In a sudden motion she had thrust Christine from her grip and attempted to tear herself from Erik's embrace. The anger-prone girl failed misserably to hide the tears that streamed freely down her face and past her mask.

"There! Your angel is free! Go and sooth her bruises! Punish me for my behavior! Let. Me. Go!" She was rewarded by Erik releasing her and bringing his head from her shoulder. Before she could escape to her room, Erik brought her around to stare at her. He watched the tears stream down her face and the hatred burning in her red eyes. Suddenly something was pressed roughly to his chest. He looked down to see Berg's hands pressing his mask there. He released her shoulders and grabbed the white thing and replaced it on his distorted face. When he looked back up, Berg had gone. The only thing she left was her mask.

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A few hours later Berg would be in her room. Three new cuts were visable against her throat as she toyed with the dagger she held in her hands. "Hmmm...I'm bored." She mumbled softly. She seemed to have got over her depression quite quickly with the help of her dagger. She grinned and grabbed the laptop from the bed her back was pressed against. Soon the thing would be open, on and playing a various amount of songs from Nightmare before Christmas and she would be on a roleplaying website. She sipped at a bottle and stared at it.

"Why did she send me a thing of rum? Does she KNOW what this could do to me?" Berg mumbled, but shrugged non the less and continued sipping it as her eyes glanced over a green bar with a list of names on the right side of the screen. She stopped at two names and smiled behind the bottle head. The bottle was placed on the ground and she began typing furiously.

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Berg-Death! Dreamfox! Hi!

DeathLady- -tackles Berg- Where have you been? You won't answer your phone or anything!

DreamFox-Yah! We all tried calling you! It was either the answering machine or your...brother.

Berg-Ugh...don't remind me of him. You'd never guess what happened! But, you wouldn't believe me/you would laugh yer ass's off!

DeathLady-Come on! We'll believe you!

DreamFox-Yah!

Berg-Fine! I dunno how I got here, but somehow...-hiccups and curses Lobowolf and her rum obsession- I found myself in his home!

DeathLady-His? Who's is his?

DeathLady-I mean, really.

DreamFox-is confused

Berg-sighs and mumbles bad things at the act that she is the only PotO obsessor she knows Erik's. Erik is him. Him is Erik. Whatever. I am in Eriks home. The Opera Ghosts' Home. Am I getting through to you?

DeathLady-...blinks You're lieing.

Berg-I am NOT! growls

DreamFox-Yes you are! He doesn't exist!

Berg-I am NOT lieing! I don't lie when it comes to this shit! I swear to Oblivion! And how else...wait...blinks and thinks for a moment I MISSED THE DRUNKEN ELEPHANT! I Can't BELIEVE that! Huh. Well, I must depart.

DeathLady-Well, before you go, if you really are at his house, tell us how to find you!

DreamFox-Yah!

Berg huffs before pointing out directions Get to my cave. Go into my cave and get to my room. In my room there is a large duffle-bag. Try to climb into that and you'll be here in my duffle bag sooner or later. Bye!

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Berg cracked her knuckles irritably. She didn't give a damn if they believed her or not. After all, she didn't need them to believe her. Her fingers flexed and she switched off the machine before closing it and standing up. She placed it on the slab of stone and unzipped her duffle bag, removing everything and placing them on her bed. When that was done, she quickly stripped from her clothing and donned more black covering. A completely black tuxedo with a white undershirt, black leather gloves that went up the sleeves to her elbows, black shoes and a ragged-bottemed black cape that swirled about her like a shield from the rest of the world. A black hood was drawn over her head, casting a shadow over her face and making her look somewhat demonic. For the second time that day Berg eased through her half opened door and closed it securely behind her.

Her feet carried her stealthily through the lair until she was met by a strange sight. Erik was dressed in his half-opened white poof shirt and his black trousers, bare handed and bare footed. He was sitting on his organ mench, one foot perched on the seat and the other placed on the floor as he turned the mask she had dropped over in his long, cold fingers. He did not have his mask on despite the fact that Christine was resting unconsiously in the next room and Berg could be wandering about at this very moment, which she was. She smiled softly beneath her hood and opened her mouth. The mournfull howl that was her voice echoed out, stating her presence.

"Boku-tachi wa

Ikiru hodo ni.

Nakushite'ku

Sukoshisut zutsu,

Itsuwari ya,

Uso wo matoi

Tachisukumu

Koe mo naku..."

Erik practically jumped at her sudden, almost soothing voice. He dropped her mask onto the seat and fumbled about to put his mask back on. As soon as it was securely fitted to his face he felt smooth fingers drag down the cheek softly. He winced and prepared to rip her hand from his mask, but the sof fingers departed by themselves. He felt a soft breath on his left ear and a soft, stiffled whine.

Gods...apoligise to him for halfway killing his angel to spare him the pain of having to go through the inevitable or say sorry for spying? Now That is the question...Her thoughts echoed about her skull and suddenly she pulled away from him, not entirely sure of anything anymore. "Are you over your depression yet, monsieur?" She questioned. She couldn't hold back the violent sneer that pleagued her voice for the moment. Erik turned to face the girl, a surprised look on his face.

That look soon turned to a scowl. "Let me think that over for a moment. You decided to observe me, much as a stalker would do. When my angel..." He paused for a moment, eyes darting about before again resting upon Berg. "Accidentilly knocked my mask off, you almost killed her. Would've killed her." This made Berg chuckle.

"Pretty damned close." Her hood was pulled down farther over her face as she attempted to hide the rage lingering in her eyes. "I would have if you did not do what you did. I let few men touch me, let alone hug me like you did."

"I did not hug you! I was pulling you away from Christine!" He inturrupted. Berg glared at him from under her hood.

"Ahem. As I was saying, had you been anyone else you would be hanging from a tree somewhere getting your eyes pecked out by a bird. But luckilly..." She paused and thought for a moment before waving a hand irritably infront of her face. "Uh, nevermind." She growled, eyes flickering as she pulled her hood from her head. Her hair was obscuring his vision of the many scars adorning her jaw and upper neck, good for her. Whatever -.-. "I had come here to apoligise for my...misdeeds...against your...precious Angel." She growled, figeting irritably at the collared cape. "And I am telling you, because I couldn't care less about th' wench and her feelings." She decided to stop talking, just incase she said something un-smart.

Her eyes looked away from Erik towards where Christine was. She was showing all the signs of waking up and Berg growled. "That didn't last long." She muttered, eyes turning back to Erik. "For the moment I must return to my room. If you would like to continue this...conversation...come to my room when you...get her to sleep or take her back. Other then that...let me lay." She twirled about and was soon stalking off into the shadows, drawing her hood up to move to her room.

Erik blinked and turned to see Christine moving from the door of her room just as Berg slammed hers shut. The petiet woman glanced around, shaking nervously. Erik stood and moved towards her before slowly walking her to the gondola to go home.

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As soon as Berg had closed her door, her dufflebag started to wiggle and voices could be heard inside.

"Geezus Amy! Why in the nine did you dress yourself like that? You're probably going to get raped by a drunken stagehand!" The first voice was of a female and had a rough, dominating tone to it.

"Shut up ET! I can defend myself perfectly well in this!" The second voice was a bit whiney, but not to the all out way that Berg didn't like it. She figured out who was in the bag almost instantly. (Smart, no?)

"Yah, I'm feelin' much better now..." The voice held sarcasim.

"Is it just me or are we losing oxygen?"

"It's just you."

"Oh..."

There was a pause.

"Okay, we're losing oxygen."

"I knew it." Just as the voice known as Amy said that, Berg unzipped her bag and the burst out.

One of the things that burst out looked like some kind of Tiger Panther thing. Its fur was completely black except for broght yellow slashes of 'lightning' looking stripes. Large paws attached to powerfull legs and forearms made her look strangly comical while she was strewn over the stone floor. A tail was waving about wildly for no apparent reason whatso ever. The other was a 13 year old looking girl with short, curly brown hair with hazel eyes that were swirling with cloud-like formation. Her complexion was rather pale but she looked healthy and somewhat strong. Berg hit her face when she looked at what the girl was wearing.

"Amy! Why in the nine are you wearing something that skimpy? You ain't a ballerina lady!" She groaned. The girl in question was wearing a blue and green swimsuit top and a low riding long skirt. Her feet were bare and a pair of glasses rested on her nose.

"So? It's not like I can't protect myself!" She snapped back, arms crossed.

"Amy...Phantom. This is His lair. And he might be coming into my room soon. So...go and make yourself decent! My clothes are on the bed slab." SHe said, pointing Amy in the right direction before moving over to ET. The panther was sitting on all fours, cleaning her shoulders and back contentedly. "ET..." Berg poked at her. The panther turned her head to Berg and nipped her finger sharply.

"Don't poke me. Whoa...where are we?"

"In Erik's lair. Well...in my room in Erik's lair. Which reminds me...you can shift to a human form, can't you?" Berg asked, watching as Amy ethere up some clothes and went behind a screen to change. ET shifted her position and nodded to Berg.

"'Course I can. Why? Do I need to shift?" She asked, a challenging tone in her rough voice. Berg sweat dropped and raised her hands.

"Yes, actually. Erik thinks I'm human and he'll go berserk if he finds a talking panther creature." Et sighed aggitatedly, flexing her powerful claws.

"Fine." She growled. "But I dunno how long I can stay in that form. If I shift suddenly, I blame you." ET flexed herself and was soon shifting. Her muscles twisted, bones extended and shortened, skin tightened and relaxed and soon she was looking like she was human. She was a bit taller then Berg and rather on the thin side. Blonde hair fell down her shoulders to mid-back length and silver blue eyes stared out from behind a pair of glasses. She wore a shortsleeved blue shirt and a pair of jeans with a pair of sandles on. Berg grinned and bowed elogantly to the girl, cape swirlling about her. ET quickly pushed her up. "Don't. You'll lose your balance and fall over." She growled. Berg chuckled and shrugged.

"Fine." She then turned to look at Amy, who had emurged from the screen. She wore a longsleeved black shirt that cut off at the belly button. Ther was a little gap in which a bit of skin was shown, but was quickly covered by a pair of baggy olive green pants. Better then what she was wearing, at least.

Berg giggled randomly and was followed by the other two. Suddenly there came a sharp knock on her door thing.

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Oooh! Whos knocking? Is it the Phantom? Whats the Phantom going to do when he finds out he has two more uninvited guests? Will there be any more friends coming? Oooh...find out next chapter! Okay...R&R please!