A/N: Whew! I'm back! Finally, I know! Sorry about the long wait, but I had no clue what to write. But alas, I got some ideas from my readers. So thank you to everyone who suggested that they have sex! lol. Andto pleading eyes, I am putting that overacting bit in here too. lol So thank you everyone for reviewing!

Chapter 7

After I had changed my clothes, I found Erik once again sitting by the organ, composing… like always. But still, I found him to be totally hot, but who doesn't? So, I walked over to him and then we had mad hot crazy sex.

Then we did it again.

And again

And again.

And we lived happily ever after…

HA! Just kidding! I wish that actually happened… but alas, after we had sex four times, Christine came in.

"Erik!" she called out. "Erik! Where are you? You were supposed to come to my room, but you never did!"

"Go away you whore cow!" I screamed at her, utterly annoyed that she would come at a time like this.

I heard her gasp from the other room. "I am not a cow! Just because I have utters does not make me a cow!"

My head lifted from the pillow. "You have utters? Ewww! Gross!"

"Who are you?" she asked. "And what have you done with Erik?"

"Christine!" another voice called suddenly. "Christine! Where are you? You were supposed to come to my room, but you never did!"

In the bedroom, Erik had somehow fallen asleep. Don't ask how that happened, but perhaps he passed out from too much passion? I honestly wouldn't know…

Erik: I was raped!

Shut up! You're asleep remember?

Anyways, so, I walked out into the other room, to find Christine and Raoul standing there, staring into each others' eyes dreamily… what saps.

I walked over to them with a knife in my hand and I cut Raouls' hair off! Yes! Victory is mine! He screamed in horror as he felt the back of his head. He was no longer the fop he always dreamed of being! Oh woe is he! Not really, but he paid me to say it. 20 bucks! Heck yes!

So, he noticed his hair was gone and went running around the room, while shrieking his now shorthaired head off. Christine tried to coax him, but to no effect. Soon enough, he was rocking himself back and forth on the ground, weeping… and weeping… and weeping…and weeping… and weeping… and weeping…and weeping… and...

OKAY! We get it already!

Fine… just trying to add more dramactic effect…

Overacting!

No! That's Anakin's job!

gasp He is not! You take that back!

Nope, sorry. Have to get back to the story…

Suddenly, Erik emerged from the room, looking very grumpy indeed. He held up his index finger and pointed it straight at me.

"You!" he bellowed.

"Me?" I asked sweetly.

"Yes, you! What have you done?" he asked, his words slurring together.

Hunching my shoulders, I peered over at him, uncertain of what I was seeing. "Are you drunk?" I asked, unbelieving that he would… he couldn't be!

"No," he replied, stumbling over his feet as his words slurred some more.

"You are drunk!" I yelled.

"Fine," he spat. "I am drunk. But… honestly. How else do you think I would end up sleeping with you?"

"Because you love me," I replied while I batted my eyes.

"Ha!" Erik laughed as he took another chug of the alcohol he was now holding. "That's a laugh. I love Christine."

Christine, who was standing over Raoul suddenly looked up at the extremely drunk Erik. "You love me?"

"Of course, my dear."

All of a sudden, Christine jumped up and began dancing in place. "Oh yeah. He loves me. He loves me. Not the crazy girl. Not the crazy girl. Whoo! The whore cow wins!"

As she continued to dance, I only stood there as I rolled my eyes. What was she thinking? She must be mentally insane, just as I had suspected. Giving a sound of disgust, I turned my attention back to Erik, who was standing, nearly passed out, by the bedroom.

"Come on Erik, I think you need to go to sleep some more," I suggested as I walked slowly over to him.

He swung his hands, motioning me to stop. "No, I am just splendid."

"No," I began gently. "You are drunk. And any second you … are… going…to…" Just before I finished, Erik toppled over from his stance, and fell to the floor, just laying there, a little pool of drool beginning to form.

Hurriedly I ran over to him, and tried to help him to his feet, but he was to heavy for me to carry. Looking around me, I spotted Christine just standing there like a dolt.

"Hey whore cow!" I called over to her. "Wanna give me a hand?"

Giving me a look of shock, Christine clutched a hand to her chest. "No!" she cried. "I do not want to give you one of my hands!"

Once again, I had to roll my eyes at her idiocy. "I do not want one of your hands! I want you to come over here and help me move Erik to the bed!"

"Oh, all right then," she replied as she walked over and helped me lift the Phantom.

Finally, combining both our strengths, (which was mainly mine, for she is mostly bone anyways), we carried Erik over to the bed and plopped him down. Then I sat down on the bed, and took many deep breaths. This was going to be a difficult day. Taking care of a hung over Opera Ghost. What fun.

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