(A/N: really sorry this took so long. I've been really busy with RL stuff. Enjoy this extra long chapter! Thanks to everyone who reviewed and faved! Keep reading!)
Later the next day, after an opera had been preformed, Christine and Raoul were sitting around looking bored. Suddenly Christine got an idea, which was rare for her.
"Hey Raoul, want to race to the top of the opera house?" She asked excitedly, getting up and pulling a confused Raoul to his feet. As they started running, goldey locks piped up:
"Christine, this is boring, can't we sing or something?"
"Dur, okay lets do it."
So they started singing 'why have you brought me here?' When they got to the spiral staircase which led up to the roof, Christine got ahead; when she reached the door at the top she ran smack dab into it and bounced off. Due to the laws of physics, she slammed into Raoul and they both went tumbling down the staircase. When they landed, Raoul was on top of Christine and it looked like they were making out. As luck would have it, some random old guy walked passed them and, thinking they were about to have sex, quickly pulled a 360 back out the door. Raoul got up and brushed himself off and helped his not-so-smart girlfriend to her feet. "It's 'pull,' Christine," was all he had to say.
Christine was confused but quickly forgot about the incident. Raoul and Christine headed back to her room to hang out for the rest of the day.
In her room they discussed fashion, what operas were going to be preformed and most of all: Erik. Christine was worried about Erik, after all, a life in the cellars wasn't good for a person, especially their complexion. Raoul agreed fully. It was late at night and Raoul had to go soon, he didn't want to stay up past his bedtime. As he made his way to the door, it violently swung open, having been kicked by two legs. The door hit Raoul square in the face, knocking him back. He screamed and grabbed his nose in pain.
Christine looked up to see the legs owners was none other then Erik and Nadir. Their arms were across each other's shoulders and in their free hands they held DVD's.
"Movie night!" they both said triumphantly in unison, walking in.
"My nose, my pretty little nose. I…I think you broke it." Raoul complained. Erik walked over to the ailing man and, without any warning, grabbed his nose and squeezed hard. This caused Raoul to yell in pain before the Phantom let go.
"You're fine." Erik said flatly.
"So, Christine, want to watch movies with me and Erik?" Nadir asked, raising an eyebrow. Christine looked confused.
"Well, I don't know, I should probably take Raoul to a doctor. What movies do you have?"
"We've got all the old classics: Frankenstein, The Wolf-man, and best of all, Dracula!" he said striking a dramatic pose.
"Count us in!" She said jumping up and down.
"But what about me?" Raoul whined. Everyone ignored him.
Down in Erik's lair, a huge couch and big screen TV had been set up. Erik put in the first DVD: Dracula.
As it turns out the movie was a lot scarier then they'd thought. After the first ten minuets Raoul wanted to leave, but Nadir told him to be quiet. Thirty minuets in almost everyone was hiding behind pillows because of fear. Even Erik, the master of horror, found himself screaming like a schoolgirl at times. All in all, it was the most terrifying movie they'd ever seen.
Once it was all done, they all couldn't help but stare blankly at the screen, to terrified to move. Eventually, Christine got up and shut off the DVD player.
"Let's go to bed. I think that's enough movies for tonight" She said.
"I agree." Raoul said, though he sounded funny since his nose was broken.
"Good night everyone." Erik said, going to his room.
Suddenly, Raoul had a flash of inspiration: "Hey, guys, ever notice how Erik seems to act like a vampire?"
"What do you mean?" Christine asked, intrigued.
"I mean, look at his cape, the way he walks, he lives in a celler! What more proof do you need?"
Christine sighed and waved her hand. "Oh come on Raoul, it's not like he sleeps in a coffin or anything." Then she went over to Erik's room and lo and behold, he was sleeping in a coffin. This freaked Christine out and she ran back to the others. "Okay guys, he sleeps in a coffin."
Nadir piped up. "Oh noes! My best buddy can't be a vampire! We should test him just to make sure." He took out a notepad and a pencil.
Raoul and Christine agreed. "In the movie, vampires hate garlic, silver, and holy water, so we should try each of those things out on Erik, if he gets hurt, he's a vampire." Christine said. Nadir wrote down their plan of action. They all left and went up to her room to make a plan. Tomorrow, they would see if he was one of the undead.
The next day
Raoul had snuck into Erik's lair under the premise of borrowing some suger. He had a small pouch full of powdered garlic that he intended to use on the Phantom. As he wandered aimlessly around the lair, he noticed many creepy things, like the coffin bed, weird looking statues, and other things that made him queasy. Suddenly he heard someone coming, it was Erik. He ran out to greet him.
"Hi Erik." He said gleefully. The Phantom looked confused, raising an eyebrow.
"Raoul? What on earth are you doing here?" he asked, raising his voice a bit. To think, he'd come in without permission.
Now Raoul panicked, fumbling with the pouch of garlic. He dumped some of it in his hand and blew it right into Erik's face. The phantom sneezed quite loudly several times, and Raoul thought he'd accidentally killed him.
"Raoul what is the meaning of this?!" the phantom screamed, his eyes and face red. The fop took this as a sign the garlic hurt him. That helped prove Erik was a vampire. With that, he ran to a nearby boat and rowed as fast as he could away from the angry phantom.
Raoul reported what he'd learned. "Oh my, it's as I feared, now he needs to pass the silver test." Christine said. She went down to Erik's lair with a silver ring.
"Erik," she began, sounding seductive. "I love you so very much." She placed her hands on his shoulders, leaning into him. Erik thought something smelt fishy. "Take this ring and be my husband." She said, offering him the ring.
"Hold on a moment, aren't I the one who's supposed to be saying this?" he asked, confused.
"Just take the ring!" Erik put the ring on his bare hand, and after several minuets it stared to itch. "I'm sorry Chistine, I think I've got a silver allergy." Said person slowly backed away in horror, it was just like the movie. Erik really was a vampire. The Phantom slowly made his way towards her.
"Christine, what's going on?" he asked, genuinely confused, but she ran screaming out of the lair.
Now it was Nadir's turn to test the phantom. He got a big bucket of holy water from the local church and went down to the lair. "He Erik old buddy, old pal, I've got a question for you." He said, trying to sound innocent.
The phantom looked up, suspicious. "What do you want Nadir? I've had a rough day, everyone is acting really strange."
"Hold this water for me." He said, suddenly getting nervous.
"What?" he asked, but before he could inquire further, the Persian threw the bucket of water on the phantom, soaking him from head to toe. He spit some water out of his mouth and shook himself off.
"WHAT IS GOING ON?" he yelled so loudly it woke the dead.
Nadir looked up to see Erik wasn't melting. "Erik you're alive!" he said with great joy.
"Of course I'm alive you idiot. What's going on?"
Nadir was jumping for joy. "This is great! It means the other tests were wrong!"
"What tests?" he asked, sounding angry.
"We thought you were a vampire, so we had to test you just to make sure."
Erik couldn't believe what he was hearing. They thought he was a vampire. Later on that night, he called a meeting to address the issue.
"Alright everyone, as you may know, I'm not a vampire. Vampires do not exist. Say it." He said forcefully.
"Vampires do not exist." Raoul, Christine, and Nadir repeated, looking remorseful.
"Good." Erik crossed his arms and accepted their apology. And they all lived happily ever after, until their next adventure.
(next chappie coming in a bit!)