Author's Note: So, I forgot to put an author's note in the first chapter but I might as well put it here. Anyway, this is a collab story that I'm doing with my friend who is also posting the story on her quizilla profile (link in next chapter). Thanks to her I might actually finish one of my stories for once LOL. Anyways, for those who are confused by some of the stuff, my friend and I had this idea that Erik should be reincarnated as a 21st century teenager and that she would remember everything from her past life as the Phantom and be called Erika. We randomly decided to try and see if we could have a little romance between Erika and the actual Erik. Our Erik is based off the 2004 Phantom mixed with some of the personalities of the Leroux Erik.
PLEASE TAKE NOTE! FOR THOSE WHO THINK THIS IDEA IS GROSS REMEMBER THAT ERIKA AND ERIK ONLY SHARE THE SAME MIND AND MEMORIES, THEY ARE NOT RELATED IN ANY OTHER WAY THAN THAT!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA, I ONLY OWN ERIKA.
Erika decided to take action against this strange being. She ran to her closet and pulled out her sword. It was an exact replica of the sword found in the Opera House. She pointed it at the man. His sword somehow flew from its sheath on his belt and into his hand.
"You have exactly three seconds to get out of my house before I slice you into ribbons." She said threatening voice.
Erik was shocked at her bluff. He knew she wouldn't do it - she was a lady for Pete's sake - and her hands were shaking. Her face showed no fear while her eyes conveyed the hidden anxiety.
"Miss, you misunderstand me. I only wish to know where I am." The words tumbled out of his mouth as if his thoughts were no longer his.
"So...are you drunk, high, or just completely insane?" Erika asked, her anxiety leaving.
"I suppose the latter?" Erik said questioningly. "I could ask the same of you."
"My answer would be all of the above," Erika said, carelessly throwing her sword onto her bed. As if one, the Phantom's sword landed in the same place.
There was a violent shutter that brought the two to their knees - face to face. They looked first at each other, then towards the swords. They had fused - one side his ebony, and the other her crystal. Erik ran to his sword and cried out.
"What the hell did you do to my sword?"
Erika stood up calmly and replied:
"I did nothing. Maybe it was you."
"I wouldn't do anything of the sort to a lady's PRIZED possession," Erik retorted, picking up the 'ruined' sword.
"Prized possession? Psh. I bought it for fifty cents at the weekly flea market. I can just go buy another one tomorrow," Erika said, walking towards him.
"What the hell did you do to my sword?" He exclaimed again, clearly not listening.
"I didn't touch it you cheeky bastard!" Erika screamed at him. "Gustav! There's a boy in my room!"
"If it's another one of those emo boys..."
"They're goth!"
"...goth boys, he has three seconds to get out! One! Two - open the trap-door! Three!" Gustav yelled, walking up the ladder and into the attic 'Erika's room'. Erik deftly slid under the bed. Gustav showed his face, violin in hand.
"Are you going as angry Beethoven?" Erika asked as she gazed with a 'are you serious' look. He nodded.
"Where's the boy?"
"He's right ... or was, there," Erika said, pointing to where Erik used to be.
Gustav gazed at the empty spot that she was looking at and sighed. Gustav and his family had accepted Erika's 'mental disorders' when they took her in when she was younger. At first, his wife said it would be best to send Erika off to a mental institute, but Gustav had already began to think of Erika as a second daughter, and Christine liked the idea of having an older sister to look up to. Though Erika claimed to be a reincarnation of the fictional Phantom from Gaston Leroux's book, he just didn't have the heart to try to tell her that it wasn't possible, since it seemed that that one thought was the only thing keeping her 'sane.'
"Finish getting dressed and we'll see you in thirty minutes," Gustav said, patting her head. He walked down the latter and closed the door with a thud. Erik slid out from under her bed.
"You could have gotten me killed!"
"Obviously i didn't do my job fuckin' well enough!" Erika exclaimed, putting the finishing touches on her makeup.
"A lady doesn't use language."
"A gentleman doesn't appear in a lady's dressing room."
"That was an accident," Erik admitted.
"How the hell can that be an accident? Did you use a time machine or something?" Erik looked at her, his eyes conveying his guilt. "Either one of us is insane or one of us is telling the truth."
Author's Note: Well, that's the second chapter Hope you guys are liking the story so far. The next chapter will be up in a few minutes. Please Review!