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Your worst nightmare


Christines P.O.V


"Monsieur are you my father?" Odette asked.

I stared at her wide eyed; I couldn't believe she asked that! Well I really shouldn't have not expected her to say something. It was bound to happen sooner or later, I just wasn't entirely sure as to when it would though.

I assumed that she would have just asked me, because another thing Odette inherited from me was being quiet, but how ever if she was provoked not to be. Well then that's just asking for a dose of Erik…

I looked at Odette and then to Erik, who did the same thing.

I realized at this point, I had little or no control over the situation at hand. Now I know if it is possible, I don't think Erik would be mean.

But I seemed to have thought too soon, because the next words that came out of Erik's mouth were anything but nice.

"What ever would make you think that child?" he asked a hint of humor laced his voice.

How ever I think Erik is about to meet his match, Odette really does not like to be mocked…As I've learned in past experiences, I would be in the middle of rehearsing for an opera, and the Monsieur Firmin, and Monsieur Andre would walk in on rehearsal.

Usually it would be, because of how they went to sit down in there chairs in the office and the back legs came off the minute they sat down. Which Odette got blamed for, because she had happened to get into a bit of trouble the day before, by accidentally knocking one of them over, when she was running through the halls with her little friend Angelique.

And of course Odette got away with it, because she countered that she was in her bed sleeping, so how could she have had the time to go to their offices, which were locked by the way, before they got there and do all that, and then leave by the time they got there. They just huffed and puffed, and were on there way when they saw they weren't going to win.

Then there was that other time during ballet rehearsals, with Victoria De Changy, who whined about not having enough room to dance. So Madame Giry, instead of disagreeing with her like she normally would have. Assigned a whole section of the ballet room to her, with her own bar. Which mysteriously had screws go missing, and the next time she went to use it she leaned all of her weight on it and the bar came out of the wall, causing her to fall to floor.

The list just goes on and on.

She reminds me so much of Erik. Constantly composing music, and drawing buildings, people, objects. She also liked to pull a disappearing act, for example one day when she decided to pull one of her tricks on Madame Giry, and I was scolding her for it. I herd a noise behind me and turned to look to see what it was and when I turned back around she was gone.

I swore this child would be the death of me by the age of nine. But she finally stopped around the age of eleven which was peace for all of us.

"Well for one thing monsieur, I don't know how many men in France walk around with a white porcelain mask on the right side of there face." She began, Oh no…here we go.

"And happen to have black hair and green eyes, the same as me might I add" The look on Erik's face was priceless. I don't think he expected that to come out of her mouth.

"Quite the observant one isn't she?" I said to Erik, smiling a bit. But he just glared at me, with an angry look. I take it he is still mad at me, well I'm still mad at him.

I couldn't believe he told me I didn't deserve to be a mother.

But maybe he was right; maybe I didn't now that I think about it. I deceived him, I deceived Raoul.

What kind of person am I?

He is right I am a stupid, selfish girl.

"Yes Mademoiselle, I' am your father," he said in a tone that could only be described as peaceful.

A moment passed, but a smile crept on to Odette's face. Then she had rushed forward and hugged him. He was startled by her reaction, but returned the hug as well. When Odette let go of him a moment later, she was surprised to see he didn't let go.

I laughed a little at this, because the look she gave me was nothing short of shocked.

But then I noticed her lip started to bleed again. "Odette, dear, your lip" I said softly. Erik let go of her and looked down at her lip.

"Now Odette, would you kindly answer your mother as to what happened" Erik asked her. She began to shake her head and then said

"No…"


Odette's P.O.V
I was right. He was my father, after all these years I had finally met my father. But one question still lingered in my mind…Where had he been?

Then with out thinking I hugged him. He tensed up a bit, but then gave in and gave me a hug. But when I let go I was surprised to see that he hadn't let go. I looked over at my mother with a shocked expression upon my face.

This guy has some serious mood swings.

Seriously he goes from total jerk to amused, to actually showing he does have a shred of compassion.

"Odette, dear, your lip" my mother said I put the cloth to it and pulled it away to see it had started bleeding again.

My father then stepped back but keeping his hands on my shoulders and looked down at my lip. A puzzled look crossed his face.

"Now, Odette would you kindly answer your mother as to what happened?..." he asked. I was about to answer but Pierre's words echoed in my mind.

"Speak of this to anyone, and it will be much worse for you next time" Normally I wouldn't be afraid of him. But when he struck me, that courage disappeared into fear.

"No…" I began to shake my head in response. I backed away from them. I couldn't tell them they would do something, and then the next time Pierre caught me alone. I'd be done for. I'm sure of it.

"Odette, what ever it is, please we wont be mad if you were some where you weren't suppose to be…Just tell us please!" my mother pleaded.

"No…I can't tell you" I said backing away even more.

I was seriously considering making a run for it. But as kept walking backwards I backed up into something.

I turned to look to see what that something was.

My father.

You know it's kind of nice to say, my father….but still he had this very angry look on his face when I looked up at him.

"Odette, NOW." He said in an angry tone.

Damn. I've known him as my father for about five minutes, and already he's yelling at me.

"Pi-Pi-Pierre." I said in a quiet voice.

My mother knew of Pierre, and his temper.

"Pierre?" my father questioned. He looked over at my mother with a confused look.

"Pierre did this to you?" my mother came over to me and put a hand under my chin to make me look up at her.

I could only nod.

The tears were falling again, I felt as though I couldn't speak at all.

"H-he said if I to-told any one it would be much worse for me the next time." It was like she had hit a button on my forehead that said information please.

"Would some one care to tell me who is this Pierre, and where is he?" my father asked. A hint of anger laced his voice.

"Pierre De Changy, he's usually in the ballet room." As soon as the words left my mothers mouth. I saw a wave of terror come over her face.

With what she said, my father disappeared out the door.

"Oh god have mercy on that boy," she said quietly.

"Maman, What is he going to do?" I asked but she didn't answer instead she grabbed my hand and led me out of the room.

We headed down the hall towards the ballet room. We passed Meg Giry on the way there…

"Christine am I seeing things or did I just see, you know who?" she said looking my mother in the eye.

"No, you're not seeing things…." She said in a panicked voice and then started walking again pulling me along.

"Christine…What is going on?" she asked in a semi-frantic voice.

"That is what is going on." We had come around the corner just in time to see Erik pulling Pierre De Changy out of the Ballet room by the back of his shirt.

I put a hand to my mouth.

Oh no…What is going to do.

"Oh dear god..." Meg said in a tone just above a whisper.

Why was every one panicking much more than me?

Madame Giry emerged from the room a moment later with a confused look on her face. When we got to where she was standing she looked at me.

"Odette what happened to your lip?" I gave her weak smile.

But it didn't take long for Madame Giry to figure out what was going on. She looked at me, then to my mother then down the hallway to where Erik and Pierre were.

"Oh…no…" she said there was a worry in her voice.

I'm still lost as to why everyone was so scared. I mean yes I was nervous, but that was because I had told my mother and father what happened. When Pierre had told me not to other wise it would be worse for me if I did tell any one.

Pretty soon the four of us had caught up to Erik and Pierre. But a second later Erik had opened to the door to the Patrons office.

And that's when it all began.


Now the long awaited…Erik's P.O.V…..Dun, dun, dun…

Erik: what was the dun, dun, dun for?

Me: I don't know….entrance music?

Erik: What?

Me: Just shut up for now….On with the story….Shall we?

Erik: Wait….I wanna know what you mean?

Me: No!

Erik: Holding Punjab Lasso...

Me: Nice Erik...Do Nice...


I had the boy by the back of the shirt.

I dragged him down the hallway to the Patrons office. I wasn't going to hurt him…Yet. I was just going to kindly explain to that fop, that his son better watch his back.

"WHO ARE YOU!" the boy yelled.

"Your worst nightmare." I said in a low angry tone.

That boy be damned if he ever touched Odette again.

Strangely in the past two hours, I had come here in search of the child that Nadir said he had seen. To see if what he saw was real. And when I had found out it indeed the child existed. I had only expected to catch a thief who ventured down into my old home.

But when the truth came to the surface. It really was the last thing I expected. I would have thought for sure, Christine would have run off with that damn fop.

Just thinking about that happening angered me. I tightened my grip on the back of his shirt, as I opened the door to the Patrons office.

Once inside. Raoul looked up from his paper work, and when he saw it was me he stood up.

"What is the meaning of this!" he asked in which could only be described as a girlish voice.

"I believe, Vicomet" I said icily "That this...Belongs to you!" I said shoving the boy forward. He caught him self on a chair.

"What is going on?" he asked in a more angered tone but less yelling.

"Your boy thought it was okay to take a fist to my daughters face! You best keep him out of my sight, and if he so much as looks at Odette ever again. I will see to it that he is thrown into jail" I said in a sharp, angry tone.

"Yes I'm sure they would listen to a murder." Raoul spat back.

"But see Vicomet that is where you're wrong. Joseph Bouquet's death was ruled out as suicide. So I' am a free man." The look on Raoul's face turned angrier. He glared at Pierre.

I smirked in satisfaction.

"Good Day then," I then turned on my heel and exited the room to come face to face with four women.

Christine, Odette, Meg, and Madame Giry….Uh…Oh.


Okay so I'm working on Ch.10 now….I' m trying to make these longer. I already have 10 pages for the next chapter YAY!

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