Breeze in the Night

Chapter One

A Happy Epilogue


Hey all! Well, the sequel to Ange's is here. This takes place around 2 and a ½ years after the end of it's predecessor.


Erik sighed as he watched Christine lay Angel in his crib. She had just lulled the infant to sleep as he stood patiently in the nursery door, he was glad she had had the chance to develop the skill, for when the children fell asleep in her arms, she was happiest. Their son Angelus was 21 months old now, he was a healthy baby, and like his sister he did not have his father's deformity, but for some reason Christine had always said he looked just like his father.

Perhaps it was his small, dark eyes that had the same intensity. Or the way his nose ended, or how he had an attached earlobe. Maybe it was his thick black hair, or his strong little body. Whatever it was, Christine welled with joy whenever he was "caught" holding the infant. She would smile and sit next to him, resting her head on his shoulder and giggling now and then to herself.

Christine sighed and whispered a goodnight to the silent child, then made her way to her husband. He watched as she approached, the moon lit her face, causing her pale skin to glow, and her eyes to light up. He smiled at her undying beauty, stepping back so she had room to come out. She smiled as he gazed at her, grabbing his hand and motioning for him to come walk with her. They went out into the small courtyard/garden, and just walked among the plants and trees.

"Can you believe how far we've come since the night you rode me hear?"

"When you were shot." He said softly. "No, my dear, it is quite an adjustment."

She laughed at his choice of words. "I hope not too much, I'd hate to be a bother."

"Never," he said softly. "you and those children could never be a bother to me. I love you all more than life itself."

She smiled, silent. Her eyes flew to the moon and she softly found song. He listened intently, familiar with the song that he had written about the moon before he had met her. It had been his consolation, since he so rarely got to see it in those days. "You know Christine, you saved me."

She leaned into his embrace. "From what?"

He smiled. "Myself." She nuzzled his chin with her nose.

"I love you."

He sighed. "I know, and I love you."


"Felicity, have you been playing with my necklace again?"

"No, Maman." Christine made her way to the nursery, leaning against the doorframe she crossed her arms and eyes the nearly seven year old. "You're sure?"

"Yes." Felicity shifted uneasily and looked down at her dolls. Christine forced herself not to smile.

"Are you lying to me?"

Her daughter silently nodded. Christine sighed and stepped in, sitting next to her despite the damage it did to her dress. "What happened darling?"

Felicity kept her eyes off her mother. "I meant to put it back, and when I was taking it down the hall Slippy took it and ran, I tried to get it back but she hissed at me."

Christine sighed, wrapping an arm around her daughter's shoulders. "Why did you lie?"

"Because I was hoping you'd believe me and catch Slippy with it and be mad at her."

Christine shook her head. "It's ok Baby, you told me the truth and you meant well. I won't punish you this time but don't lie to me again, all right?"

Felicity nodded and buried her face in her mothers chest. Christine felt her heart wrench at the gesture and she smiled lovingly. "Oh Baby, it's all right! You don't have tp cry I'm not angry with you."

"I feel bad though Maman! I lost your necklace and lied."

Christine brought her away and took a handkerchief, wiping her eyes gently. "That cat takes everything it can, and I'm going to deal with it right now. You just remember not to lie and things will be fine."

Felicity nodded and Christine left, marching down the hall to the basket in the den, where Slippy was curled up, sleeping with the gold chain around it's paws. Christine glared at reached down but Slippy's eyes opened and she hissed.

"All right Slip, I don't have time for this, hand it over." Christine motioned to the door. "Or I'll put you outside."

Slippy blinked and snuggled up in the basket again. Angry, Christine leaned down, gripping the chain and crying out as the cat lunged at her, scratching her arm, and managing to keep the chain. The cat yelped for effect as Erik came into the room, seeing his wife, leaning over Slippy holding her arm, and Slippy pretending to avoid another slap from her.

"Christine! What is going on?" He went to the cat, petting her head then turned to his wife.

Christine, her face twisted with anger and pain used her unharmed arm to point. "Your cat, took my necklace, and when I tried to take it from her she.." Christine showed her bleeding arm.

"So you hit her?"

"No! I didn't lay a finger on her in any other way than taking my necklace!"

Ayesha chose the moment to stroll in, seeing Christine's arm and Slippy's triumphant look, she marched to Christine, rubbing against her leg, to Slippy's disgust. Christine sighed, lifting the creature up and rubbing her cheek against her soft head. "Hello little one."

Erik shook his head and lifted his newest treasure, petting her affectionately and neither human saw the daggers the two cats showed each other. Christine set Ayesha down and left to clean the wound, with the Siamese right behind her while Erik gently unwound the chain from Slippy's paw.

Slippy glanced at Erik as he set her on the floor, her eyes questioning. "Now Slip, I know you don't like her but there was no reason to make that big a scene. Christine does run this house, and you must do as she says, just like the rest of us."

The black and white cat scoffed, walking off rear end in air. "Now Slip, don't be upset with me. I'm telling you now if you don't start warming up to her she's going to get rid of you."

The cat yawned, stretched and curled up in it's basket again and Erik shook his head, going to the kitchen. Christine was wiping the wound off, her teary eyes met his briefly, then went back down to the wound. Ayesha watched sadly, brightening up as her master entered the room. He smiled, scooping her up and sitting next to his wife.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes." She said shortly.

"Give her more time, cheri. She does not trust women, think of her previous living conditions."

Christine shifted. "I will, but after a month if she does anything to me or my children again, I want her out Erik!"

"Children?" Erik gently set his precious Siamese down. "What do you mean the children!?"

"She hissed at Felicity earlier, and she has scratched her, I know this for sure. Ayesha has no claws, Erik."

Erik sighed. "All right. One month." He lifted her pale arm and kissed the red marks gently. Christine couldn't help but flush like a young girl, and Ayesha purred, walking out slyly.

He revealed the chain to her and moved behind her, gently lifting her hair and fastening it around her neck. He kissed it and whispered into her ear. "Are you ready to go?"

She nodded, wiping her face and calling to the Nanny to make sure that Angel got his bottle and Felicity was in bed by 8:30.


Ok, the plot really hasn't been revealed yet, but now you know where things stand with the family. Give me feedback, pleez!