"Why was there another agent there, Andre?" Christine stormed into the hotel room, flinging off her leather jacket. Andre, the man she had previously told she had left the job, lounged on the sofa reading a magazine.

"Cat, I didn't know and neither did Firming. So don't go running to him. Go to headquarters tomorrow morning while we pack up. Figure out what happened and then go train for a bit. Just make sure you get to LA by seven thirty." The man in his forties put down the magazine and pointed to the page. "On the upside, your album is still furiously being sold." Christine grinned. She loved her two lives.

Then she frowned. "Now to get the dye out of my hair..."

Actually Christine was a brunette whose hair seemed to contain so many curls at once. Her blue tinted contacts were now replaced with her clear ones, but they betrayed no warmth in the brown eyes. She had gone to "Madame" as they called her. And Antoinette Giry was exactly that. The leader of the whole organization, only few so priveleged were able to talk to her in person and Christine was one of them. They had talked and Madame assured her that she did not know what Erik was doing there.

Consoled by that, she went to the women's locker room to change her outfit. She glanced in the mirror as she put her hair up into a scruffy low ponytail. Otherwise, she was wearing an olive green tank top, athletic shoes, light grey spandex (comfy ones though) with green army shorts on top. A few of the other girls stared at her odd appearance, but she ignored them as she walked to the training field.

"Cat!" Meg ran over to Christine after she had finished her warm- ups. Christine smiled and returned the hug. Megan Giry was Christine's only friend and the only daughter of Madame Antoinette Giry. "Mom told me last night about your encounter with Erik. What was he doing there?" Meg asked curious. Christine shrugged.

"Hey Meg, I'm going to go train for a bit in a side room. I'll catch you later okay?" Christine said, as she jogged over to the private rooms. She reached to the belt on her side, grabbing one sword, then realized that the other one wasn't there. Where could it be?

"Looking for this Angel?" She whirled around to find the very cute (wait, cute?) guy from last nights encounter lazily, slinging the blade by the hilt. He was now dressed in a grey T shirt and black shorts but his black mask was still in place.

"Where did you get that from?" Christine snapped.

"You left it last night. You want it back?" Christine nodded. "Well then you'll have to fight for it." Christine scowled. This was not helping her in the least bit.

"Anything else you want to add to the wager Erik?" Christine asked annoyed.

He thought for a moment. What would get her really ticked right now? "Yes- a kiss."

Christine's eyes widened. "Well then I better not lose then, right?" she smirked at his scowl. He tossed a longer blade at her. She looked at him confused.

"So that we fight fair."

Christine shook her head. "I don't fight with long swords. I have my own reasons for fighting with two."

"That's hardly fair."

"It seems fair enough, seeming you tried to take me on last night when my energy was wasted and I still beat you."

He growled. "You did not win. You didn't even agree to the terms, much less fight fair."

Christine smirked. "It's not about fighting fair, Erik. It's about what you win in the end and what you do with it that counts. Like that blade you have right now," she motioned to it, "these were given to me before my fether died when I was fifteen- just after my first assignment. They mean a lot. Like when I sing I-" she stopped realizing that she had told too much.

"You sing?" Erik asked amused.

She crossed her arms. "Do you want to fight me or no?"

"Okay, but now I'm upping the wager- you have to sing as well. I choose when and where." Christine rolled her eyes. If only he knew.

"Deal." They shook on it. And that was when Christine struck pushing him away and grabbing her second blade from his hand. "Now let's play." She positioned her arms as Erik drew out his sword. He struck first, and she went into attack mode, blocking his blade with one, and twisting it away from him with the other. The second blade was unsuccessful and she cursed mentally to concentrate.

"Did you hear that Erik's going to challenge Christine?" Jacob asked Meg as she practiced kick boxing on a weight. She stopped then grinned.

"Oh he's got it in for her now. Jacob, what do you say if we do a little matchmaking?" Meg asked slyly, just as two people burst into the room, swords clanging.

Jacob grinned. "I'm begining to like this side better and better." Meg laughed.

"Okay first stop: my mother's room. Time to do some reassigning." They hurried off, as the couple continued fighting oblivious of the just recent conversation.

Christine glanced at the clock on the wall before realizing that it had been ten minutes since he challenged her. A flach of silver caught her eye, and she ducked with the Phantom's blade whistling in the air right after her. "Why won't you just give up?" Christine said as she formed her two swords into an X above her head as he tried to strik her again. Christine was suffering a few cuts and a long gash on her shoulder, but Erik had his shirt ripped off, and had several more cuts than herself.

"Because if I do, then I don't get to hear your lovely voice." Erik said as he tried again. With a twist of his blade, he flipped one of her swords out of her hand and it bounced across the room. "Now this is what I call fair!" Erik said happily, as he clutched her hand behind her back, pinning her against him. "And I win." he said placing his blade against her neck.

Christine smirked. "Right." She ducked from under his blade and pulled his legs out from under him, and stood there pointing her smaller blade at his neck.

"Whatever you say." Erik sighed as he tripped her from below, causing her to fall on top of him. Quickly, he rolled ontop of her. "Now I win." he said smirking. "A spitfire, aren't you?" he said mischeviously. Christine struggled again then finally gave up.

"Fine, but I want my blade back."

Erik inclined his head and brought it a millimeter away from her mouth. "Deal. now about that kiss and song." Christine blushed at the word kiss, but did nothing else to amuse him. "I think I'll save them both for later." He said shrugging. Christine scowled in annoyance.

"Could you get off me then please?"

"Nope, I'm comfy where I am."

"I doubt you would be comfy with a swore ass." Christine lifted up her knee threatingly. He got the message and quickly got up, holding out a hand for her to help her up. Christine sighed and took it, then yelped when she felt him slap her butt. "What was that for?"

"Just making sure it wasn't flattened." Erik said jokingly. She made as if to leave, when he shot out his arm and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to him. "You never told me your name."

"Christine." She said shortly, before yanking her hand away and bent down to pick up her second blade before leaving the unoccupied room. Erik grinned. He knew a challenge when he met one, and this certainly would be one.

so I'm not sure which one I like best- but please review! i'd love you all if you did

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