Hey readerz!!

Sorry, I didn't described the wedding scene. I didn't saw the point in doing it and since maybe I will have to write 2 wedding scenes in two of my phics...I'm keeping my ideas for those occasions. lol

Hope you'll like it...

Kaya

Taken by the Phantom!

Chapter 7

The ceremony at the chapel had been short, but for me, it had lingered for days. I was beside myself as the priest proclaimed us man and wife and even more when Erik slipped the golden bend to my finger. I was still shaking when we were on our way back to the Garnier. We entered his underground home as a married couple. I was the Phantom's bride.

Erik leaded me back to my bedroom where I knew I would probably spend the rest of my life. I had an idea about what he wanted now, but I would ask something to him first. If I was to be his faithful wife and the mother of his children, I needed him to trust me. I needed all my courage now for what I was about to ask.

My new husband stood behind me, his cold fingers getting closer and closer to the laces of my beautiful dress. By his breathing, I could tell he was getting excited and was doing real efforts not to just tear the dress off my body and have his way with me.

I turned around slowly, stopping him carefully as not to anger him and I placed my hands on his chest, his own hands coming over mine, caressing them with his thumbs.

-"Can I ask something to my husband?" I murmured, not even looking at him at first, but I slowly raised my eyes to look into his

-"Of course Marianne, you can ask you husband whatever you want."

The word 'husband' sounded weird from his mouth, echoing strangely into my tired mind. He sounded…proud. My hands reached up to his neck and I caressed it as tenderly as I could, trying not to shake too much.

-"Can I…see your face Erik?"

For an answer, all I got was an angered growl as he pushed me on the bed, before he turned his back on me. He had been brutal for the first time, save for when he slapped my face. I heard him groan once more then sighed.

-"You chose to ask Erik the only thing he could not give you." He said coldly, though I thought I could hear the tears in his voice and it made me regret what I did. "Is it some cruel game you are playing, Madame Dumas? Is it funny to want to see the face of the monster you just married?"

I felt horrible now, but I could not help but feel slightly frightened by the coldness of his voice. Never he had spoken to me that way and it was all my fault.

-"It is no game Erik." I whispered softly, coming behind him, touching his back, I needed to repair my mistake. "I will not ask again, I promise. You should know though that now that I am bond to you, both by the marriage and our child, I will never leave you, no matter what."

What? I asked myself. What did I just said? I had had plans to escape before he told me I was pregnant and now, I was promising never to leave him? I would hold on that promise. I was his salvation I knew it now, even if he did not loved me. This man was alone and so was I, before we met.

Erik slowly turned around as my words were sinking in, his eyes like burning embers, pouring into mine. His hand came to touch my face, the other coming on my still flat stomach. I did not flinch under the coldness of his fingers for the first time. I was getting use to it now.

-"You will scream then you will leave poor Erik alone because he is ugly. You will do as Christine did."

His eyes were colder than they had ever been in my presence, at the mention of that name. I understood she was the one who had broken his heart. Tears were sparkling into his depth and I could not hold his gaze any longer.

-"I am not Christine." I murmured, turning around, starting to undo the laces of my dress with some difficulties. "Will you help me Erik?"

I felt him coming behind me once again, helping me to unlace my dress without any intention to take me into his bed afterward. Somehow, I felt I had to show him I was here to stay, that I was his wife and intend to do what he wanted me to do.

I turned to face him once I was only in my undergarments; chemise, pantalets and stockings. I started by slowly removing his suit jacket, then his waistcoat.

-"What are you doing?" He asked, as if it was not already obvious

-"I am undressing my husband." I said softly as I unbuttoned his shirt, my hands wandering under his collar, touching the cold skin of his chest. "Tonight Erik, it is your wife's turn to make love to you."

I saw confusion in his eyes but then, as he realised I would go through my idea, I saw a tear escape his right eye, almost immediately disappearing under his mask. I wanted our marriage to work, or it would become hell in no time. I was Madame Marianne Dumas now and I had to do my duty.