Say You Love Me Chapter 24, a phantom of the opera fanfic

A\N: Hidey Ho fellow readers...Just would like give a merci buckets to all my reviewers...Keep it up everyone! And also, I'm just goin to say it probably won't be for awhile until I update again, what with Christmas coming up, and me not buying any presents yet. Well I'm rambling, just read and review and enjoy!

Chapter 24

"You know, it's a thing called sticking to the shadows." Erik remarked, watching Raoul struggle in the moonlight. Suddenly they both heard footsteps, and Raoul grabbed Erik.

"They are on to us! Kiss me"
"What"
"Kiss me"
"No no no!" Raoul quickly stood, blocking the bloodhound from view, and started kissing Erik passionately, who for once didn't pull away.

"Oh good GOD!" A shocked male voice yelled from behind them, and Raoul tightened his grip on Erik to prevent him from escaping. "Two men kissing! Burn! Kill!" The man roared running off into the distance, and lights starting turning on in people's houses.

"Oh my god, we're going to get lynched! Run man!" Raoul screamed clenching his face in shock.

1 hour earlier

Daylight streamed through the window, and Raoul squinted his eyes against the harsh sunlight.

"Oh god, my throbbing headache is pulsating worse than a zucchini." He rolled over and let out a gasp. "Oh my god, Erik!" He gaped at the unconscious Erik, then made a quick check to see if he was wearing any clothes. "What the hell happened last night?" He tried racking his brains in vain. He stared at Erik in hope, and noticed that his mask was askew. Reaching out a hand, Raoul attempted to straighten the mask, but Erik's hand shot out, and grabbed his wrist.

"What are you staring at?" He asked harshly, glaring up at Raoul.
"Um, your face?" Raoul asked. With a grunt, Erik heaved himself off of bed, and started to the door, while Raoul flopped back on bed. "I don't know why I always think you hate me. I should know better, especially since I woke up in bed next to you"
"We didn't do anything." Erik replied quickly. "Your stupid maid locked me in here, and I just went to sleep next to you."

"After copious amounts of fornication?" Raoul asked. Erik threw him a disgusted look, and threw the door open. "Oh yes, you were so locked in." Raoul chortled to himself, as Erik slammed his way out of the room. "I believe this calls for celebration." Raoul pumped his fist wildly. "Back to the pub I so go."

"You cleaned the toilet seat." Christine commented wonderingly as Erik stepped into the house.
"I-what?" He asked puzzled.
"Oh my god, are you asking me to marry you tonight?" She squealed.
"What?" He asked again.
"The answer is yes!" She threw her arms around him.
"Whoa, what just happened?" He asked.

Meanwhile, Raoul was twirling his way downstairs.
"Raoul what is this?" Bella asked, holding up a long leather jacket.
"It's the sharp jacket I just bought, why"
"Well, I mean it's pretty I guess, but it's really long"
"First of all, that's what she said." Raoul remarked seriously. "And second of all, that's what she said." And with that he darted out the front door.
"Whoa, what just happened?" Bella asked.

Back at the Maison de Erik, Erik was trying to disengage himself from Christine.
"Ok Christine, we can't uh, get married tonight"
"Why not?" Christine pouted.
"Because, oh my god, Raouldar is missing, and I have to go and find him." Erik squealed, noticing the fact that Raouldar was nowhere to be seen and he darted out of the house.
"Whoa, what just happened?" Christine asked.

Erik stepped out of the house, and looked around.
"Oh god," he muttered to himself. "Where is Raouldar?" He snapped his fingers as an idea struck him. Running to the side of the house, he jumped inside his horse drawn carriage. "I'm off to save Raouldar, the wonderful cat named Raouldar, la la la la la la la la." Erik softly hummed to himself, while looking every which way for Raouldar. Suddenly, a figure ran out in front of his carriage, and Erik had to quickly swerve and stop quickly.

"What the hell? You dumbass!" Erik swore angrily, climbing out of the carriage to come face to face with a smashed Raoul.
"Whee!" Raoul threw up a bottle in the air, and started twirling around wildly.
"I just saw you thirty minutes ago, how did you get so drunk"
"Ssh," Raoul pressed two fingers against Erik's chin. "Don't play detective"
"Oh for god's sake, let me just help you get home again, before you kill yourself." Erik huffed.

"Did you know in Indonesia, if you get caught masturbating, you get decapitated?" Raoul giggled. "Oh if only they knew what I was doing five minutes ago, I would be in deep shit." He raised his left hand, and made the move as if to clap Erik on the shoulder, but he quickly dodged Raoul.
"Oh don't touch me with those fingers that have been god knows where." Erik picked Raoul up by the waist, and sort of threw him into the carriage. He quickly jumped on the carriage, and started driving again, when Raoul leaned forward, and started murmuring in Erik's ear.

"Erik, I just have to say, you've got a butt that won't quit! They've got these big chewy pretzels here," and Raoul started muttering indecipherably, but suddenly starting screaming. "Five francs? Get outta here"
"JESUS!" Erik bellowed, caught by surprise, swerving again, and then there was a huge thud as the carriage ran over a giant object. "Oh dear." He remarked sardonically. "We seem to have ran something over."

"Gee I hope it's Erik!" Raoul piped up. Erik threw him a dirty look. "I mean Christine." He quickly corrected himself. Erik jumped off of the carriage, and then shouted "Well thanks to you Raoul de Chagny, we just ran over and killed a bloodhound"
"Oh my god." Raoul toppled out of the carriage. "That's the Archduchess Margaret's dog!" He started looking around anxiously. "We got to get rid of the evidence."

"Excuse me?" Erik asked.
"Do you know what the Archduchess will do to us if she finds out what we did? That crazy bitch has had it in for me ever since I pissed in her petunias"
"Well you can what you want but I'm leaving. I don't care if this Archduchess finds out anything"
"No no." Raoul grabbed Erik's arm, and started to drag the bloodhound into an alleyway.

"You know, it's a thing called sticking to the shadows." Erik remarked, watching Raoul struggle in the moonlight. Suddenly they both heard footsteps, and Raoul grabbed Erik.
"They are on to us! Kiss me"
"What"
"Kiss me"
"No no no!" Raoul quickly stood, blocking the bloodhound from view, and started kissing Erik passionately, who for once didn't try to pull away.

"You fool." Erik shook his head almost pityingly, and with a swish of his cape he disappeared.
"Now I'm going to go home and celebrate our love that dares not speak its name." Raoul said satisifingly,and he sort of strolled off. Thenwith a soft meow Raouldar landed on Erik's shoulder.

"Whoa, what just happened?" Erik asked, dazed.