A/N: Just so everyone knows, I have decided to rate just this chapter R.
(My friends thought it was a good idea.) Just to be safe. You'll see why at
the end. Thanks to all of you who have reviewed so far. I'm grateful. Only
two Chapters and the Epilogue left! But then you all have the sequel to
look forward to...*soft maniacal laughter* Enjoy!
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I sighed. It was true. All three of them looked just alike.
"Yes Christian, you do," was all I could think to say.
"Don't you think that's a little odd?" he asked.
"No, not really," I answered without thinking. He cocked an eyebrow.
"Well, I do. Erik looks just like his father and so do I, which means really I look just like Erik," he reasoned. "How is that possible?"
"Don't you have any idea?" I asked. He laughed sarcastically.
"Well, yes, but it's crazy. I mean you and Erik never...you know," he said.
"Yes we did. Once," I stated.
"Alright once. So what are you saying?" he asked.
"What do you think I'm saying?" I inquired.
"I'm going to ask you a question mother, and I want the truth," he told me. "Is Erik my father?"
"Yes Christian," I replied. He stared at me wide eyed. I couldn't quite tell what he was thinking.
"Does he know?" he questioned.
"He has known since the day before he brought you here," I responded. "That's why he wanted to meet you in the first place."
"Were you planning on keeping this from me forever mother?!" Christian yelled angrily.
"To be honest, yes," I replied coolly. "I thought Erik was dead until about a week ago."
"Why would you want to keep something like that from me?!" he cried.
"I didn't want Raoul to find out! I was scared Christian!" I shouted and dropped to the floor. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed.
"Come here Christine." Erik's soft yet powerful voice cut through my sobs. I stood up and wrapped my arms around him. He stroked my hair and calmed me down.
"I love you Erik," I said quietly.
"I love you too Christine," he replied.
"Mother how can you say that?!" Christian yelled. "You have a husband for Christ's sake!"
"Leave her be Christian," Erik ordered.
"You'll leave me and father for him won't you?!" Christian continued ignoring Erik.
"I said leave her be boy!" Erik yelled. He pulled away from me and moved towards Christian.
"I know why you were afraid. You were afraid I would end up looking like him weren't you?" Christian spat. In one swift motion, Erik grabbed Christian by the neck and slammed him against the wall.
"Shut your mouth or I will shut it for you. Permanently," Erik growled. He pulled Christian away from the wall and shoved him towards the door. "Get out of my house while you still have a chance."
"Bastard," Christian muttered.
"Out!" Erik shouted. Christian looked at me with a pleading look in his eyes before turning and walking out. Erik walked back to me and stroked my cheek. "I'm sorry I had to make him leave Christine. You do understand why I had to don't you? I didn't want to hurt him," he stated.
"It's alright Erik," I said softly. "You should still be resting." He kissed me lightly on the lips then moved to my neck. I sighed and he brought his hands up to accompany his lips. He strayed to all the right places and lingered in each spot long enough to send chills of delight racing through my body.
"Come with me," he murmured.
"Oh, but Erik I-"
"Come with me," he repeated. I couldn't fight him. He swept me up into his arms and carried me to his room. Moments later I was lying with him just as I had the night 15 years ago when he had claimed me as his.
"I love you Christine," he whispered and history seemed to repeat itself.
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I sighed. It was true. All three of them looked just alike.
"Yes Christian, you do," was all I could think to say.
"Don't you think that's a little odd?" he asked.
"No, not really," I answered without thinking. He cocked an eyebrow.
"Well, I do. Erik looks just like his father and so do I, which means really I look just like Erik," he reasoned. "How is that possible?"
"Don't you have any idea?" I asked. He laughed sarcastically.
"Well, yes, but it's crazy. I mean you and Erik never...you know," he said.
"Yes we did. Once," I stated.
"Alright once. So what are you saying?" he asked.
"What do you think I'm saying?" I inquired.
"I'm going to ask you a question mother, and I want the truth," he told me. "Is Erik my father?"
"Yes Christian," I replied. He stared at me wide eyed. I couldn't quite tell what he was thinking.
"Does he know?" he questioned.
"He has known since the day before he brought you here," I responded. "That's why he wanted to meet you in the first place."
"Were you planning on keeping this from me forever mother?!" Christian yelled angrily.
"To be honest, yes," I replied coolly. "I thought Erik was dead until about a week ago."
"Why would you want to keep something like that from me?!" he cried.
"I didn't want Raoul to find out! I was scared Christian!" I shouted and dropped to the floor. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed.
"Come here Christine." Erik's soft yet powerful voice cut through my sobs. I stood up and wrapped my arms around him. He stroked my hair and calmed me down.
"I love you Erik," I said quietly.
"I love you too Christine," he replied.
"Mother how can you say that?!" Christian yelled. "You have a husband for Christ's sake!"
"Leave her be Christian," Erik ordered.
"You'll leave me and father for him won't you?!" Christian continued ignoring Erik.
"I said leave her be boy!" Erik yelled. He pulled away from me and moved towards Christian.
"I know why you were afraid. You were afraid I would end up looking like him weren't you?" Christian spat. In one swift motion, Erik grabbed Christian by the neck and slammed him against the wall.
"Shut your mouth or I will shut it for you. Permanently," Erik growled. He pulled Christian away from the wall and shoved him towards the door. "Get out of my house while you still have a chance."
"Bastard," Christian muttered.
"Out!" Erik shouted. Christian looked at me with a pleading look in his eyes before turning and walking out. Erik walked back to me and stroked my cheek. "I'm sorry I had to make him leave Christine. You do understand why I had to don't you? I didn't want to hurt him," he stated.
"It's alright Erik," I said softly. "You should still be resting." He kissed me lightly on the lips then moved to my neck. I sighed and he brought his hands up to accompany his lips. He strayed to all the right places and lingered in each spot long enough to send chills of delight racing through my body.
"Come with me," he murmured.
"Oh, but Erik I-"
"Come with me," he repeated. I couldn't fight him. He swept me up into his arms and carried me to his room. Moments later I was lying with him just as I had the night 15 years ago when he had claimed me as his.
"I love you Christine," he whispered and history seemed to repeat itself.