Author Note: This story is in the process of being rewritten. This first chapter has been edited, thanks to one of my bestest friends, Ophelia Hyde.
Summary: Christine and Eriks actions have consequences. After Raoul and Christine declared they're love for each other, Erik left and hasn't been seen since. How ever it wont stay happy for long. When Christine finds out she's pregnant and Raoul realizes this, he starts courting other women, leaving Christine on her own. After Christine gives birth to her child there is absolutly no doubt the baby is Erik's, and well raising a child matching to Eriks personality and genius will be one bumpy ride.
Setting: France 1870 -
Pairings: Erik/Christine, and OC/OC
Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the opera, I only own what I create for a plot and any Characters I create. I am making no profit from this at all, this is purely just a source of entertainment.
Chapter 1- No deed goes unpunished
I definitely shouldn't have eaten that. I thought to myself as more of the contents of my stomach continued to come up. If there is one thing I hate in this world more than anything…It is throwing up.
It is the most uncomfortable, unpleasant, and most revolting thing that could happen to someone, or well in my opinion it is. Having it happen every day for the past three weeks has really taken its toll on me. Not to mention the insomnia I've been suffering from as well. Ihaven't been able tohold down a single thing for a good three hours in mid-morning. Then to see something such as a piece of fish being cut up by the Opera house cook, makes me sick to my stomach.
Finally! It stopped.
I reached into the cloth basket and pulled out a folded white towel and dipped it into a clean wash basin filled with cool water. I rung it out and wiped my mouth. I pulled myself up from the floor and checked my self over in the mirror. A knock at the door startled me from my thoughts; it was Lillian, one of themaids of the Opera house.
"Miss Daae, are you alright?" she asked from out side the door.
I walked over to the door and opened it. "I haven't been feeling that well lately. The Chamber pot needs to be cleaned. I'm terribly sorry." I apologized.
"Don't be sorry, dear. It's not your fault that you can't hold down you food. It must be an awful stomach bug." She said as I walked out of the bathroom.
"Yes it is. I think I may go lay down to rest for awhile." I said.
"That sounds like a very wise idea, when I'm done with this I will go to the dining hall and get you some tea?" she asked.
"Oh no you don't have to do that." I said politely.
"Nonsense child, now why don't you go get some rest. Maybe you can sleep off that bug?" she said to me smiling then disappeared into the lavatory.
I wandered down the hall way to my dressing room, once inside I shut the door and went to my closet and got a night gown. Then went behind the closed off area to change, when I was done I hung my dress on a hanger and hung it off one of the posts of the changing walls. I made my way over to the bed and pulled down the blankets and climbed in. I turned over onto my side to get comfortable. I soon fell asleep only to be awoken a short while later by a knock at the door.
"Come in." I called.
The door opened, I was expecting it to be Lillian with the tea but it turned out to be Madam Giry. She smiled, shutting the door, and brought the cup of tea over and set it down on the night stand. "I was on my way here to see you and Lillian saw me and to bring this to you." she said.
"Thank you." I said softly.
"Christine, I think we need to have a talk." she said, walking over to the small desk and pulling the chair from the desk over to the side of my bed.
I sat up re-adjusting the pillows behind me.
"What about?" I asked. I picked up the cup of tea from my night stand and took a sip.
"Well child, you have been feeling un-well like this for about what? Three or so weeks." she asked as she crossed a leg over her left knee then bringing resting her hands on top of her right knee.
"I believe so," I said while putting the cup of tea down on the night stand.
"If you are truly ill then we must contact a doctor, but for some reason I do believe that you are not ill because of any sickness going around." She said looking down at her hands.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I know this is none of my business, but have you and the Vicomte...-?" she didn't finish the rest of her question, because it was rather embarrassing, and also we hadn't had that discussion yet. Not that she needed to, I mean, I've learned quite a bit living the ballet dormitories. I knew exactly what she had meant.
"No we have not." I replied quietly.
Did she really think I was pregnant?
Did she think me a whore?
I brushed a stray ringlet behind my ear. Could I really be pregnant? I mean, there is no possible way...Just that one time with...Erik.
I was pregnant. It all makes sense the feeling sick, and being sick during mid-morning, and the insomnia. Even though I have only been experiencing these symptoms for the past three weeks, It made sense. From what I've read and heard from the other ballet rats, morning sickness usually takes place during the first three months of pregnancy.
Thatwould make me about two and half months pregnant...
"What is it child?" Madam Giry asked me looking at me with concern. I was sure she could hear my heart slamming against my chest, my eyes were probably an open book.
"I...-There" I had a hard time gathering my words. Either she was going to kill me, disown me, or be really, really angry.
"About two months ago, Erik and I…" I didn't even get to finish what I was saying, because Maman, realized what I was try to explain. Is it really possible that after just that one time I ended up pregnant?
"Oh dear God," I heard her whisper.
"My child, what were you thinking?" she began. Her voice being came cold and hard, she was angry, that wasn't hard to tell. I don't suppose I should blame her, here a child she has taken in, raised on her own, goes and becomes pregnant out of wedlock.
"I didn't think." I admitted. I hadbegun picking at the blanket while Ilooked down at my hands.
"Your right, you didn't think." She said sharply.
She was harsh, but I deserved every bit of this. Had either Erik or I thought of the consequences before hand, I wouldn't be in this situation.
"I know, I'm sorry…" I said quietly, I tried to hide the tears brimming in my eyes. I was stupid, how could I have gone and done something like this? Ruin my life, ruin Erik's.
"Don't apologize Christine, What's done is done. Now you and Erik must accept the responsibilities." Her tone sounded disappointed.
"I have not heard from Erik since the incident during the last opera." I said looking to up finally for the first time in five minutes. After what I had been told, Joseph Buquet had been hung from the cat walks. People said it was "The Phantom" who had done it, but some how I highly doubt that he had done so.
Joseph Buquet was a stupid, drunkard that probably got him self tangled up in a rope and fell. Either that or he committed suicide.
"Don't worry child, I will find him. And when I do…" she said her tone darkened at that last part of her statement. It caused me to start togiggle.
"I wouldn't laugh my dear, your lover is about to get an earful." she said standing up from her chair.
"Hasn't his life been enough as it already?" I said sounding a bit worried. Erik had told me his story that night after, well you know…I had felt nothing but rage, how dare those people do such a thing, this man was loving, compassionate; He wanted to share his gifts with the world.
But the world denied him just that.
"Christine, yes his childhood was very horrible. But since he has come to be at this opera house, it has become his playground." She sighed, but her tone never faltered.
"Even though he has rarely left the opera house; I believe since he came here he has had a good life. One thing I think he has not learned though is an action such as what you two have done has consequences."
"Rest well."She said, putting the chair back over at the desk.
"I'm going to have a talk with him." she saidas disappeared through the mirror. She returned a short while later, with a look of disappointment upon her face. From the time she had left I had changed out of my night gown and into my dress again. I was feeling much better. But my mind was still plagued with the thoughts of what the next nine months was to come.
I am to raisethis child on my own.
Raoul will never forgive me, once he finds out.
And Erik…He may hate me.