Christine woke up later that night feeling secure for the first time since her father had died. Beside her, Erik was tossing in his sleep, and moaning.
"What's this?" Christine asked, turning around looking at him. "Is Erik having a nightmare or a sex dream?" She smiled to herself, and fell back asleep.
In Erik's dream, he was kissing Christine. He closed his eyes, and grinned to himself. But when he opened his eyes, Christine was gone, and Raoul was standing in her place.
"What are you doing here?" Erik sneered at Raoul, and tried pinching himself so he could wake up.
"I'm here to give you what you most want." Raoul answered, striding towards Erik. Raoul grabbed Erik's neck, and kissed him fiercely.
"Aahh!" Erik woke up screaming.
"What's wrong?" Christine asked sleepily, putting her arms around Erik's broad chest.
"I just had a scary dream." Erik explained running his hands through his luscious brown locks of hair.
"Well it looks like you enjoyed that scary dream." Christine said, pointing at Erik's crotch.
"Oh geez." Erik exclaimed, jumping out of bed. "I think I'm going to take a walk."
"Suit yourself." Christine said, snuggling back under the covers. "But you may want to put some clothes on."
When Meg entered Raoul's room, she was hit with the stench of alcohol.
"Man." She said, pinching her nose. "Must you drink all this booze?"
Raoul looked at her as if she was five.
"Apparently I do bizitch."
"Did you just call me a bizitch?" Meg asked, confused.
"Enough talk." Raoul said tipsily. He dropped the case of whiskey on the rug, and stumbled towards Meg, who started to get scared.
"What are y-" Meg started to ask, but Raoul interrupted her by kissing her.
"Eww." Meg stepped back, repulsed. "You smell disgusting."
"Don't act like you're not impressed." Raoul smiled at her, and started towards her again. He had only taken two steps, when he stopped suddenly, and puked all over Meg.
"Oh my God!" Meg screamed. "You pig! Now I smell icky!" She turned around, and was ready to storm out angrily, when she heard a huge thump behind her. Meg looked over her shoulder to see Raoul passed out on his back. Normally, his blond hair was neat and tidy, and now it was matted with puke.
"How could Christine sink so low and marry him?" Meg asked herself, making a face, as she bent down to see if Raoul was still breathing. "I should go take a shower, but I might as well stay here, and make sure you don't choke on your own vomit." She said to the unconscious Raoul. "And you should be lucky that I'm being so damn generous."
Erik was walking in a daze, not looking up once to see where he was going. He randomly stopped, and looked up at a huge mansion, that had one light on.
"Of course." Erik scoffed softly to himself. "I just had to end up here at the fop's house." He was about to walk back to his lair to see Christine, when curiosity took him over. "Well, we might as well see what Raoully boy is up to." Erik grunted, as he grabbed a tree trunk and climbed up it slowly.
"Apparently night does unfurl its splendor." Erik muttered in awe, as he saw the scene that was taking place in Raoul's bedroom. Meg Giry was trying to throw Raoul on his bed, and was having some trouble. Erik would think that this was some twisted sex game when he noticed that Meg was doused in puke. "What the hell is going on?" He leaned in, trying to get a better view.
Finally Meg successfully pushed Raoul onto his bed. She rolled him onto his side, and then furiously walked out of the room. Raoul was facing toward Erik, and Erik noticed that Raoul had a very nice chest. "Whoa." Erik said confused. He suddenly became filled with a feeling that he always experienced whenever he pictured Christine naked, which was almost every second.
Back in his bedroom, Raoul slowly opened his eyes.
"Oohh." He groaned, clutching his head. "What happened? I don't remember anything since I gave Christine that delightful little strip tease."
He sat up and immediately noticed a man sitting in a tree, staring at him with a startling intensity. Raoul let out a girlish scream, and rolled off of his bed, hitting his head on the edge of Christine's bureau as he went.
In his tree, Erik watched Raoul hit his head, and before he knew what he was doing, he jumped off of the tree, and burst through Raoul's window.
"Are you o.k.?" He asked the unconscious Raoul. "You may have a concussion." Erik lifted Raoul's head, and tenderly put it on his lap. "I'm not sure what do in these situations." Erik looked around the room, and spotted a bottle of brandy lying on the floor, which was half full.
"How can a Viscount live in his own filth?" He asked himself before grabbing the glass, and pouring it over Raoul's head. Raoul didn't move.
"Ah well." Erik said starting to grin and pour more brandy over Raoul's head. "Ha, who would have thought that this would be so fun." He let the last drops hit Raoul's vomit and brandy soaked hair. "Well too bad that didn't work." Erik giggled to himself. "Oh I think I'm going crazy." Erik rolled his eyes, and started laughing. In the distance he heard someone walk up the stairs towards Raoul's room.
"Oh crap." Erik quickly stood up, letting Raoul's head slam against the floor. "Whoops." Erik turned around, and darted back out the window onto the tree, as the door opened, and Meg walked back in.
"I forgot my purse." Meg announced, looking around the room. "Oh now what?" Meg gasped, seeing Raoul lying on the floor, bleeding a little on the head.
Trusting that Meg would take care of Raoul, Erik slid off of the tree trunk, and started walking off towards his lair.
After Erik left, Christine decided to get up and dress.In the middle of buttoning up her dress, Christine was in the mood to burst out into song. "For now I find, the Phantom of the Opera is there inside my pants." She did a valiant effort of a cartwheel, but halfway up in the air, she fell over into Erik's lake.
"Are you trying to take a bath or something?" Erik asked from the gateway into his lair. Christine looked up startled, she stood up, her hair and dress were sopping with the lake's water.
"No, I fell in." She explained. "Why does your lake smell like piss and vinegar?"
"Oh, I'll never tell." Erik smirked slyly, and jumped off of his boat into the knee deep water. Christine ran up to him, and threw her arms around Erik's neck. She kissed his cheek, and smiled up at him.
"I guess I should go home though." Christine said, pulling out of his grasp, and resumed buttoning up her dress.
"Home? Back to the fop?" Erik asked incredulously. "Why won't you stay here?"
"Hey." Christine answered, straightening her dress out. "It's not like I won't come back here, but what will the neighbors think if the Countess de Chagny doesn't go back to her home?"
Erik rolled his eyes. As much as he loved her, Christine could really be stupid. "All right you can go home, but come here for a moment." He held out his arms, and Christine rushed into them.
Erik brushed back the dark curls that had fallen into Christine's eyes. He kissed her passionately, pulling her closer towards him. She moaned with a sense of longing.
"Well, maybe I can stay here a little longer."