How was she supposed to make a decision like that? She didn't want to leave Erik she loved him so much. She had always loved him. Now that she finally had a chance to be with him she didn't know if she could bring herself to tell him it was over. She wasn't sure she could watch Christine comfort him and then have to watch as he fell in love with her again.
She hadn't told Erik because their relationship had just started to get back on track after she had returned to the Opera house after her marriage to Pierre Giry.
It had taken Erik a long time to forgive her. He felt betrayed by her. She had promised never to leave him alone again. She promised he would never be alone in the dark again, that she would always be by his side. She broke that promise, she had left him.
When she had returned she thought he would never speak to her again. He barely said two words to her until months after her return. The night he finally spoke to her was when she was appointed as the head ballet teacher in the Opera House. He had taken her back down to his lair where they chatted awkwardly. Neither of them planned what happened next, it just happened.
He held a spell over her. A spell which took control when ever she was in his presence. She felt drawn to him. She lost control of herself at times with him. All her thoughts were blocked by happiness of his talking to her at last. She didn't usually loose control of herself it just wasn't in her make up. She was usually a very in control and together person.
Erik was her only exception to her rule. She found herself sleeping with him. He hadn't taken advantage of her. She had wanted it just as much as him. She found herself staying in his arms for hours afterwards. She felt happy and content in his arms.
She didn't even know she was pregnant until she went into labour one night in her studio.
Annie dismissed her class of ballet rats early. She wasn't feeling that great. She had been bothered with strange stomach pains oven the last few days. She found they they were getting worse today. She was starting to get pains in her lower back and the tops of her legs. She wondered if she had many injured herself through her dancing. She got slowly to her feet and gasped as pain shot through her stomach. She doubled over grasping her stomach. She sat gasped as she felt something run down her legs and onto the floor. She looked at the ground and saw the pool of water. It wasn't possible, she couldn't be having a baby. Panic flooded through her mixing with the pain. She slumped to the floor and took her tights and dress off so she was just in her underwear. She breathed through another contraction as tears welled in her eyes. Some time later of this pain becoming frequently stronger she felt an urge to push. She grit her teeth and pushed hard. Finally she felt the baby slip out of her. She was breathing heavily as she used a pair of scissors that had been sitting on the table to make any final adjustments to the girls costumes for the upcoming Opera.
She held her baby in her arms gently wiping the blood from it with her dress. She bit her lip when she noticed a scarring on the left hand side of his face. The scarring was an almost an exact replica of Erik's. It was then it occurred to her that she had just given birth to Erik's child.
She didn't know what to do. She couldn't tell Erik he would want nothing to do with her. He would assume she had planned the pregnancy as a way of lulling him back into her grasp. She couldn't raise the child here. The scarring would brand him immediately as the Opera Ghost's sprog. She knew it would only be a matter of time before Erik found out. She didn't want her child to undergo the horrific torture and teasing that he would endure if he was to stay here. She stood slowly, her body still weak from haven just given birth. She carefully covered her baby in a costume that lay draped over a chair. She covered herself in the clock she arrived in and silently slipped out from the studio. She kept to the shadows are she exited the Opera House ensuring no one could see her. She stopped a horse and carriage and gave him directions to her friend's house. The entire carriage ride there she held and rocked her baby as silent tears ran down her face. She traced his all too familiar scarring. "I love you darling but you can not stay with me. It would not be safe for you. You will understand one day," she whispered.
Finally the carriage stopped she slipped out and knocked on her friend's door. Margret opened the door and gasped in surprise. "Annie what in the..." she stopped when she saw the child she was cradling in her arms.
"take him. Please Margret look after him as if he was your own," she wept as she handed her son over. With one last look she ran back to the carriage to return once more to the Opera House as if nothing had happened. She was to return as if she had never given birth to Erik, the Phantom of the Opera's child.
That day was the hardest day of her life. She had to force herself not to run back to Marget's house and take her baby back. She longed to hold him in her arms and give him all the love care and attention she gave Meg.
Christine stared at her smiling slightly, "N one suspected a thing did they, no one knew not even Meg. I wonder how she will react to discovering she has a brother. Although it also puts into question who Meg's true father is, doesn't it Annie?" Christine said smirking as Mme Giry's face paled further.
Mme Giry's heart stopped when she heard the door open. Erik had learnt the lay out of the house and was standing at the door. Mme Giry felt panic flood her. How long had he been standing there? How much did he know?
Christine stood smiling all the more when she saw Erik standing at the door and the look of sheer panic on Mme Giry's face.