AN: Well it's been awhile since I updated, but I've been tied up, but once Nutcracker's over I'll be updating faster then flies flying over striped pants. But a big merci beaucoup to everyone who has been reviewing, I hope it continues...well enjoy this chapter which I feel is rather awkward...
Chapter 23
Once Erik had left the building, Christine gave a snort, and opened her eyes.
"Whazza?" She asked blearily. "Where are we Erik? Why aren't we still with Madame Feferfill, and why does my head throb?" Sighing, Erik bent over, and let Christine back on her feet.
"Don't you remember Christine?" He asked gently, and she shook her head slightly. "Madame Feferfill called you a whore, and blamed all of our relationship problems on you. She said that the fact that you led two men at the same time, was quite crushing. And she kindly pointed out that you marrying another man, and then coming to me when you got bored with him, is the reason why our relationship is on the rocks." Erik stepped back, and glanced at Christine's quivering face with glee.
"How dare she, how dare she!" She screamed rushing back towards the building, but Erik quickly caught her by the waist, and pulled her back.
"Calm down tiger." He whispered softly in her ear. "Don't worry, you bitched her out completely, the look on her face was priceless, I can't believe you don't remember this." He started dragging Christine back towards their house.
"I do remember foam sticks." She began, with a confused look on her face.
"What foam sticks? Ha, there were no foam sticks." Erik chortled to himself, and glanced at Christine to see if she believed him, and noticed that she had a huge black and blue mark on her face. They continued on the way with silence, and once they reached their house, Erik was immensely relieved.
"Now darling, you go straight upstairs and sleep, you've been through a terrible ordeal."
"All right." Christine said softly. She stepped forward, and kissed him hardly. "I'll be waiting, monsieur fiancé." Erik watched her slowly enter the house, and cursed silently.
" Damn, I was hoping maybe she forgot that little fact." He looked around, and started to walk slowly across the road. "Maybe I could just walk to Santa Fe, and leave Christine here to rot"
"Erik!" Erik turned around to see none other than Raoul running towards him. "Now, doesn't this look familiar." He mused to himself.
"Don't run away." Raoul panted once he reached Erik, who looked down at the bended over Raoul, and his heart start to thud wildly. "Ok, I have something to tell you." Raoul said standing up, just inches away from Erik's face, who felt himself start to flush. "Oh my god!" Erik's mind shouted to itself. " I don't know when this happened but you are so in love with Raoul de Chagny!" Erik let out a little eep, which Raoul ignored.
"Well I just want to say, oh my god!" Raoul interrupted himself, while searching Erik's bright red face. "You finally got over your denial, I knew it! I can tell from your face that you are so in love with me"
"Am not." Erik squeaked.
"Raoul de Chagny, you're more animal than man." Raoul told himself, leaning against a house.
"I'm engaged." Erik finally commented.
"Well you can't marry Christine, she's still married to me, technically." Raoul placed a fist on his chin.
"I have a child."
"I don't see where you're going with this." Raoul looked momentarily confused.
"The facts are that no matter what, I'm not going to leave Christine and Gerard for-" Erik's throat closed up. "You!" He finally spat out. "And to make sure this never happens, I am never speaking to you again, whenever I see you on the street, I'll turn and walk the opposite way." He stopped, panting slightly, and then finally turned around, and sped off with all sorts of feelings coursing through him.
"Dammit, damnit." Erik growled to himself, pacing wildly in front of his house. "I mean when did this happen? How fuck did I fall in love with Raoul?" He hollered, then quickly looked around to see if anyone had heard him. There was silence all around, the from inside the house, there was the sound of breaking glass, and Gerard started to cry. Erik furiously pressed his fists against his eyes. "Nevertheless, I will never leave Christine, I mean I can't. I think."
Raoul stood in the same spot where Erik had left him. His eyes grew cloudy, and he blinked back tears.
"Well look on the bright side," the voice inside his head informed him. "He basically told you he was in love with you." In response, Raoul turned around, and started slamming his head against his front door. The door opened, and Raoul fell against Bella's chest.
"Oh sweetie what's the matter?" She asked, gazing into Raoul's face. Raoul shook his head, covering his eyes.
"I hate him!" He finally yelled in a strangled voice, then pushed away from Bella, and made his way over to his favorite spot. The local pub.
"Aw dammit," Bella muttered slamming back into the house.
"Oh god this is a delicious pear." The bartender munched on a pear stem, and threw a beer bottle at a melancholy Raoul.
"How did I get here?" Raoul wailed, shaking his arms wildly. "Why does Erik hate me? Or love me, I don't even know anymore." He took a swig of Jack Daniels and as the alcohol seeped into the greasy cogs of his brain, a illuminating idea struck him. "I'll beat the bastard at his own game, I'll make him the miserable one. Get him to move out of Paris-" he stuttered slightly. "Get him to go to China!" And with that he swaggered out of the bar, and tipsily made his way to Erik's house. He looked up at the fifth story, and saw an outline of a person at the window, and assumed that it was Erik.
"Hey Erik, move out of Paris! Or do you really want a neighborhood where people piss on your stoop!" Raoul quickly whipped out his manhood, and starting pissing all over Erik's stoop. "Bohemia, Bohemia! Erik!" He hollered, starting to cry, shaking his pelvis. "Do you see what I'm doing"
What on earth are you doing?" A soft voice whispered in Raoul's ear. Raoul whipped around to see Erik staring at him in disdain. "I'm not impressed I'll tell you that." He muttered looking at Raoul's piss soaked clothes.
"I'm pissing on your stoop." Raoul snarled, then stopped suddenly. "Wait a tick! I recognize this stoop, this is my house! Oh my god, I'm pissing on my own stoop!" Raoul dissolved into fresh tears, and collapsed at Erik's feet.
"Oh for god's-" Erik leaned over to check out Raoul, and noticed that he was passed out. Just then, the sky opened up, and it started to pour. "Beautiful." Erik muttered, as droplets of rain slid down his mask. There was a slight pause, then Erik leaned back over to Raoul, and hoisted him up in his arms. He kicked the front door open, and climbed his way up to what he hoped was Raoul's room. "Damn it, you are a mess." Erik grunted, dropping Raoul onto his bed. He started to walk off, but noticed that Raoul was completely soaked and shivering. And there was also the fact that he was piss soaked.
Disgruntled, Erik made his way back over to Raoul, and carefully brushed a lock of his golden hair out of his eyes. He slowly ran a finger down Raoul's jaw line for moment, and then realized who he was with. "Hmm, right," Erik coughed multiple times, and started unbuttoning Raoul's linen shirt. "Might as well get you out of your wet things so you don't die on us." He glanced at Raoul's pants. "But I will not be taking your pants off." He tossed the wet shirt aside, and got distracted by Raoul's bare broad chest. "Focus, focus." He hissed insistently to himself, and reluctantly tore his longing gaze away from Raoul, and made his way to the door, and pulled on the knob, and found that it was stuck.
"What the fuck?" He hissed, twisting the knob every which way. He craned his neck, and looked out of the small glass circle in the middle of the door, and saw Bella standing nonchalantly with her back to the door.
"Hey you!" Erik screamed, pounding his fists on the door. Bella turned around completely unsurprised, and pointed a finger to herself.
"Me?" She asked in a innocent tone.
"Yes you, open this door this instant!" Erik ordered harshly.
"About that." Bella walked up to the door, shaking a key in Erik's face. "I don't think I'll be doing that. Now you kids behave yourselves, and try not to be too loud." And she ran off chortling, ignoring Erik's angry screams. After about five minutes of useless threats, Erik retreated from the door, and walked back over to Raoul's bed.
"Well, I might as well get some sleep as long as I'm stuck here." He muttered, and curled up in a little ball next to Raoul, and soon fell asleep.