Christian
I paced back and forth in the back at the chateau, the morning after I had left Erik's lair, waiting for my father, or the man I had thought was my father, to come home.
"Where the Hell is he James?!" I yelled angrily at our butler.
"I think he's pulling up right now Monsieur," he stated. I yanked back the curtains and looked out the window. Sure enough, father's carriage was coming to a halt in front of our house.
"James, take care of his bags. I need to speak with him immediately," I said.
"Yes Monsieur," James replied bowing. I walked out into the hallway where father was just coming in.
"Hello Christian," he said smiling.
"I need to talk to you," I stated.
"Alright just let me-"
"I need to talk to you now. It's very important," I said.
"Very well then. Why don't we go into the study?" We walked into the study and I locked the door behind us.
"Where is your mother?" father asked.
"With my father," I replied.
"What are you talking about Christian?"
"Mother is with Erik right now," I clarified.
"You found out?" Father questioned.
"Yes, I did," I said simply and sat on the divan. "Mother is there now."
"That's not possible," Father argued. "Erik is dead."
"No he isn't. He faked his death. He told me the whole story." Father cursed under his breath and walked to his desk. He opened the bottom drawer on the left hand side and pulled out a pistol.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm going to get your mother," Father answered.
"Well what's the gun for?" I questioned.
"To kill Erik," he replied.
"No! You can't!" I yelled. My shout had surprised us both.
"I can and I will Christian! I have wanted to do this for a long time! Do not tell me what I can and cannot do!" Father shouted. "James! Escort Christian to his room and lock the door. He is not to leave," he ordered after he had gone out into the hall.
"Yes sir," James replied. Father ran out of the chateau like a madman. While James wasn't paying attention, I attacked the pressure point is his neck, knocking him unconscious. I silently thanked Erik for his medical books, ran into the study, then ran out again to go out and ready a carriage. Ten minutes later, I was flying down the road to the Opera House.
I paced back and forth in the back at the chateau, the morning after I had left Erik's lair, waiting for my father, or the man I had thought was my father, to come home.
"Where the Hell is he James?!" I yelled angrily at our butler.
"I think he's pulling up right now Monsieur," he stated. I yanked back the curtains and looked out the window. Sure enough, father's carriage was coming to a halt in front of our house.
"James, take care of his bags. I need to speak with him immediately," I said.
"Yes Monsieur," James replied bowing. I walked out into the hallway where father was just coming in.
"Hello Christian," he said smiling.
"I need to talk to you," I stated.
"Alright just let me-"
"I need to talk to you now. It's very important," I said.
"Very well then. Why don't we go into the study?" We walked into the study and I locked the door behind us.
"Where is your mother?" father asked.
"With my father," I replied.
"What are you talking about Christian?"
"Mother is with Erik right now," I clarified.
"You found out?" Father questioned.
"Yes, I did," I said simply and sat on the divan. "Mother is there now."
"That's not possible," Father argued. "Erik is dead."
"No he isn't. He faked his death. He told me the whole story." Father cursed under his breath and walked to his desk. He opened the bottom drawer on the left hand side and pulled out a pistol.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm going to get your mother," Father answered.
"Well what's the gun for?" I questioned.
"To kill Erik," he replied.
"No! You can't!" I yelled. My shout had surprised us both.
"I can and I will Christian! I have wanted to do this for a long time! Do not tell me what I can and cannot do!" Father shouted. "James! Escort Christian to his room and lock the door. He is not to leave," he ordered after he had gone out into the hall.
"Yes sir," James replied. Father ran out of the chateau like a madman. While James wasn't paying attention, I attacked the pressure point is his neck, knocking him unconscious. I silently thanked Erik for his medical books, ran into the study, then ran out again to go out and ready a carriage. Ten minutes later, I was flying down the road to the Opera House.