Ch 9
Erik sat up, the black silk sheets pooling in his lap, he rubbed his eyes, trying to wake himself up. He jumped at the feeling of bumpy skin and not the smooth porcelain mask. But looking down at Bella he remembered, there was no need to hide now. Erik smiled down at Bella, she was bare and her skin seemed to glow; the silver ring stood out on her pale skin. He smiled again, now she really was his, his and his alone. Erik stood from the warmth of the bed, and the warmth of Bella, he got dressed and placed his mask back on, not wanting to take any chances. Erik walked down the steps and over to his organ. Sitting down he started to play, feeling the notes stream around the room.
Christine: Angel of music
guide and guardian.
Erik stopped, the notes ending off key, that voice, the voice that haunted him for so long. Christine; she was here, so close, Erik could all most feel it.
Erik stood up, turning from the organ the look the brown haired girl in the eyes. She stood there watching him, no emotion seemed to cross her face, but all the emotions seemed to reflect in her eyes.
"Christine?" Erik could feel that pain, that pain of rejection, rejection. Rejection is what he saw in her eyes, Bella's. Bella! Erik looked over to the bed, seeing Bella turn over so she was facing towered him. Her face was calm with sleep. Erik smiled, she was beautiful, and she was his, he couldn't stop thinking about how he had her.
"Bella?" Erik looked back Christine, her face twisted with shock, and hurt? "Why, why is my sister here?" Christine turned her gaze on Erik who had made his way to the bottom steps.
"She's here on her own free will," Erik replied coldly.
"And, and you bed her? How could you, how could you do that to her?" Christine shouted. Erik sent a deathly stare at her, his Bella was still asleep and he wanted it to stay that way.
"It would be best to keep your voice down," Erik said though clenched teeth, he noticed Bella start to wake.
"No, she shouldn't be here in the first place," Christine shouted.
"Erik," Bella's voice was still covered in sleep, as she turned on her back slowly opening her eyes. Erik ignored the hateful stare Christine was giving him as he made his way to the bed where Bella slept. Bella opened her eyes and let out a sleepy filled yawn. "Erik," Bella sat up, holding the soft silk sheets to her chest. She smiled as she watched Erik approach her; she lifted her hand and creased the white mask. Erik stopped her from going any further, garbing her hand in his larger one and holding it there.
"Bella," Bella froze, she looked over and saw Christine standing there with confused eyes, and somewhere, she saw a flicker of hurt.
"Christine," Bella could feel the tension, this is not good. Bella looked at Erik, as if reading her mind he stood up, he walked over to a wardrobe and pulled out a long white robe, one that Bella had left there before; giving it to Bella he blocked Christine's view as she tied it on. Bella stood, looking to Erik then walked down to where Christine was.
"Christine, please understand," Bella whispered, she didn't want Christine to hate her, not when the two sisters were just reunited.
"Bella, why, why are you here, with him," Christine took her sisters hands in her own, pleading with her with her eyes.
"Because, I love him," Bella looked behind her; she looked at Erik with the truth shinning in her eyes.
"Bella, you can't love him, he's deceiving you," Christine tried to get Bella to understand.
"No, Christine listen to me, I do love him, and he isn't deceiving me," Bella was now the one pleading, she wanted her sister to understand, she loved Erik with all her heart.
"No, Bella you listen, the things he did in the past," Bella looked down; she was trying not to lose her temper.
"I know about Erik's past, and that was then, but know, know we have each other," Bella looked back at Erik, she couldn't help but smile.
"Bella," Christine said in a low voice. Bella let go of Christine's hands and walked back to where Erik stood. She stood next to him, facing Christine, as if to show her what she meant. Then Christine noticed it, the ring that hung on a chain around her neck.
"Bella, no," Christine looked at her with shock written on her face, "Bella you can't, you can't marry him."
"Yes, I can, I want to spend the rest of my life with him," Bella said, holding onto Erik's arm.
"Bella, have you even seen his face," Bella's hold on Erik tightened, she could feel something snap, she had never been angry, not as much as she is now.
"Yes, I have seen his face, and there's nothing there that frightens me, all I see is the man I love," Bella's anger stated to calm down as she looked up at Erik. Then pain, a sharp pain shot though Bella, starting at her stomach, and spreading though her body. Bella feel to her knees holding her stomach, she felt Erik kneel next to her, holding her in his arms, a strange sickness seemed to flood though her.
"Bella, how long have you two been," Christine started to say.
"Over a month, why what is wrong with her," Erik asked his voice full of worry and frustration, still holding onto his Bella.
"Erik, I think, I might be pregnant," Bella said.
Pregnant? Bella could be pregnant with his child. Erik was exited, but the fear of becoming a parent struck him at the same time. What if the child hates me, what if it looks like me? Erik was pulled out of his thoughts as Bella slowly started to get up. He helped her stand, keeping his hands on her arms, and supporting all her weight on him.
"Christine, I need you to understand, I love Erik, and this child that I might be caring," Bella said, the color returning to her face.
"I guess I can't do anything to change your mind, but I still don't agree with this, and I will be keeping an eye on the both you," Christine gave them a fake smile, no matter how hard she tried she knew she wasn't going to change her sisters mind, and by the way Erik looked at Bella, Christine knew she wouldn't be able to take Bella away from him.
Once Christine was gone, Erik had Bella lay down, she tried to protest but Erik was having none of it. For the rest of the morning and evening the two lovers stayed in the warm bed.
"Will it be a boy or girl," Erik was leaning his head on Bella stomach rubbing it with a gentle hand.
"I don't know, we won't know until it's born, and Erik we don't really know if I'm pregnant or not," Bella said, watching Erik draw circles on the fabric that covered her stomach.
"Yes, I know your right, but still if you are pregnant, what if," Erik paused, "What if it looks like me," Erik said, stopping the motions and just resting his hand on her stomach. Bella frowned and sat up; taking his face in her hands she looked down at him with hard loving blue eyes.
"If it does, then it will the most handsome boy, or the most beautiful daughter a mother could ever ask for," Bella said as she pulled off his mask, she looked at him for a moment then smiled. She kissed his lips, holding him there, showing him she cared. When Bella pulled away she saw the tears glisten as the spilled from Erik's eyes, she kissed away the tears then pulled him towered her so they now lay down in the bed side by side.
Bella watched the other dancers practice from her spot on the empty crate. She had been feeling sick that morning and was ordered by Madame Giry to rest for the day. With nothing else to do, and Erik taking care of some business, Bella was left sitting out and watching while the others dance.
Bella sighed; she was starting to feel restless and wanted to do something with her time. Suddenly without really thinking about it Bella walked off the stage and made her way up into box five. There she sat watching the dancers from a knew viewing point. Bella smiled, no wonder Erik always had this seat vacant for his use.
"Ah, Bella there you are, Christine has been asking for you, she's in your room now," Raoul said as he stepped into the box seat.
"Oh, ok thank you Raoul," Bella walked from the box seat and made her way to her room. Bella opened the door and saw Christine sitting on the bed with a piece of paper in her hand.
"Oh, Bella, come here sit, I wanted to show you something," Bella sat down next to her sister looking at the paper, "It's a photo, of our family, before mother died, and before you taken away from us, see their father, I guess I get my looks from him, and there's mother, you get most her looks, see her blue eyes, and her dark hair," Christine pointed out. Bella could never remember what her mother or father looked like, she never even knew she really had parents; but now she could see it, how her father's image seemed so kind and so fresh in her memory, along with her mothers. Bella rested a firm hand on her stomach; Christine caught the small act and sighed.
"You're really pregnant, aren't you?" Christine asked, looking down at the photo in her hands.
"Yes, I am, after this morning, I'm certain," Bella rested her hand there watching the floor with strange interest, "Christine, I'm scared, I'm scared of becoming a parent, I don't know what to do," Bella lifted her head and looked in her sisters eyes; there she saw understanding and something even stronger, love.
"Bella, you will make a great mother, and I'll be here to help you," a great big smile seemed to cross Christine's face, "Besides, I can't wait to meet my new little niece or nephew."
Bella laughed; of course her sister would always be there for her.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Raoul said as he entered the room.
"No, we were just talking," Christine answered.
"Oh, well Monsieur Dante wanted to speak with you and Bella," Raoul said.
"Oh well ok," Christine stood and waited for her sister to join her. Christine looked down at her sister, she saw how pale the girl seemed to go, and her eyes were big and filled with fear, "Bella, what's wrong?"
"Christine, its him, Dante is the man," Bella could hardly speak, "He's the one from my past, he one I tried to run away from, but now, he's found me," Bella could feel the panic rise in her, she stood and looked around the room, with a hand on her stomach, "He can't know, Christine, he can never know about me and Erik," Bella looked into her sisters eyes, looking for help.
"Bella what are you talking about, what has happened in your past, and who Erik is," Raoul asked in a hushed voice as he closed the door behind him.
"I am," Erik stepped though the mirror door with a hard look on his face, Bella had told him about her past, now it was back to haunt her, he could feel the anger rise up in him. No one would dare touch his fiancé, especially this Dante.
The look on Raoul's face would have put a smirk on the phantoms face, but now was not the time, not with his Bella in danger.
"Bella," Erik said her name with a harsh tone, but knew she would understand. Leaving her sisters side Bella ran into Erik's arms. Holding her close, Erik looked at the other occupants in the room.
"Christine?" Raoul looked to his wife with questions filling his eyes.
"Dante was the one who owned Bella, when she was taken away from the house by the sea," Christine said as she watched the two in front of her.
"But, this man, he," Raoul said with a look of be willed meant.
"Yes, I know, but Bella and him are in love, and are to be married, along with a child," Christine said as she looked at her husband with loving eyes. She wanted him to understand as much as she wanted to, but most of all, she wanted her sister to be happy, and safe.
Raoul nodded in understanding then looked at Bella and Erik.
Erik had his arms wrapped around her with her head tucked under his chin and a hand on her belly.
"Alright, but now, what do we do about this Dante person," Raoul asked.
A/N: Omg babies! or just baby, but what ever, and look a bad guy, i tried to make him an ass hole so thats who Dante is. and be perpared for drama in chapter 10.
