Christine sighed and counted the days her beloved husband had been gone. Four months and twelve days. As soon as the opera house had a new patron he would be back he had promised her. A lot had changed in four months namely her swollen stomache she knew this wasn't right. She had to stop thinking about that night nearly 9 months ago about HIM.


A cry rose from the depths of the de Changy's mansion. Christine let out another shriek as a patient doctor urged her to "push." This can't be right here mind told her she and the vicomte had only been married 5 months. Quieting here desperate thoughts she went back to focusing on the task at hand. "PUSH"

Minutes later a squirming bundle was handed to her, nervously she pulled back the clothe wrapped around the infants face. A perfect unmarked face looked back at her. Unforchantantly the baby had HIM written all over her. Jet-black curls peppered the infant's head with stunning green eyes to match. This was going to be the start of a very complicated stage in her life. After all she thought to her self what was she going to tell Raoul.


"You what!" Screamed an apparently not clam vicomte de Changy. "Raoul please listen to me it was well uh I'm not like that anymore I love you." Christen begged desperatlely. "Then prove it." Hissed a now somewhat malicious looking vicomte. "Fine, but how?" christen whispered. Seeing the hurt written on his wife's face Raoul managed to clam down and said soothingly, "Oh honey I love you but if we keep that devils child he will continue to huant us." Madame de Changy nodded her head in submission, but let out a gasp as the vicomte grabbed the infant by the roughly. "Oh Raoul, please don't harm the child please, please." Christine murmured. Raoul sighed knowing that getting rid of this child just got complicated, but replied with a steady, "Don't fretted darling I will not harm the baby and soon there will be one less worry in our lives."


In the dark of the night Raoul rode on his white horse carrying a squirming but still silent bundle in his arms. "I hope I can get to the gypsies before they leave Paris." He thought to himself. He look down tiredly at the squirming child that he had decided to call the "demon's final curse." Nothing that look that much like it could be good enough to deserve a name, could it? Finally after a while of riding the annoyed vicomte reached the gypsy's camp. He searched the tents till he found a tall repulsive looking man with a smell to match. "I have an thing I need to get rid of." Raoul muttered as he showed the frowning man the now cooing infant. The man chewed on his lip and grunted "How much for it?" "Free if you don't kill it." Raoul replied. The man nodded his head and grabbed the baby in his giant hand causing it to scream. Raoul ignored the frantic cries and stalked back to his horse. "One less problem on my plate." He mused.