Anonymous
– I think I've figured out a semi-original plot…besides,
Erik has already stopped wearing his mask in front of Christine.
PhantomsHeart: Kind of, but in this story Emmy's real name is Emiline. Emmy is just a nickname. Sorry, no wedding night details…
Ludivine
- -Hands you Erik plushie- There ya go! Is there anyone else
who has not received their plushie? No cheating….!
LostSchizophrenic
– I figured out what I'm going to do about the baby
situation.
LadyAniviel
– Very sorry about the underlined text, that is a mistake. I
don't know why that happens. –Grr-
Tracy137:
Ha-ha, no, not to disappoint you, but this one isn't over
quite yet.
A/N: High PG-13 for romance. Short Chapter. Sorry. I'm totally busy! I'm turning sixteen in a few days and I'm planning my sweet sixteen. Did I already tell you that?
Chapter Fifteen
The Ghost
Two Months Later
"Christine, are you ill?" Erik was overwhelmed with concern as he hovered over her hunched body and gently held her hair away from her face as she retched into the china pot.
Wiping her mouth, Christine stood and took a sip of water, knowing it was probable that anything she ate or drank during the day was going to come back up…"Erik, I think I'm pregnant." She turned to face him, self-consciously dabbing at the corners of her mouth with the cotton cloth that Erik had handed her.
Erik's eyes brightened so intensely that Christine was worried they were going to blind her. "A baby? I'm going to be a father?" His hands flew to her stomach; his fingers pressed into her tender flesh in hopes that he would feel the slightest movement and confirm that it was true. After a moment he thought he felt a tiny ripple wave through her abdomen. Satisfied, he pulled her to him.
"It 'tis too early to tell, yet I believe I am. I've read about the sickness that pregnant women get, it's very much like mine." She beamed, and Erik could detect traces of the healthy glow that expectant mothers were said to receive. "A child Erik, a child of our very own. A child that will love us unconditionally, can you imagine?"
No, in fact, Erik could not imagine. All that he could picture was a baby born like him, the right side of its face horribly butchered; only one slit for a blood red eye. All he could imagine was a young child, taunted and mercilessly harassed by his peers. All he could imagine was a young teenage boy, his hormones rushing through his system, lusting after the young women of Paris and his horrendous face preventing them from loving him. All he could imagine was a grown man, living in repressed solitude, his tears cascading down his cheeks as he fantasized about his life if only he had been blessed with a 'normal' face. All he could imagine was an old man, dying on his bed with no one to hold his hand or whisper sweet words of comfort, lying there until his body turned to dust and was whipped away by a slow gust of wind that blew in from the crack in his broken window.
"What's the matter?" Christine wiped her thumb over the tears that were running down his pale cheeks. "I didn't mean to upset you' I was only excited about the baby." She took his hand in hers and ran it down to her stomach.
"No, it's nothing like that, I'm just afraid that the baby will turn out like me. I was just…thinking about what he would have to go through."
"Don't think like that! The little one will be perfect, I can feel it. Even if he or she does look like you, the baby will be ours."
With that, Erik brought his hand up to her breast and teasingly stroked her flesh through the thin fabric. "Care to re-enact the baby's creation?" He asked slyly, his eyebrows gently rose as he brought his mouth down to hers, not allowing her to answer.
They fell on the silken bed, a tangle of arms and legs. Passionate moans echoed off the thick stone walls as Christine and Erik became one again.
Her nails dug into his back when he entered her, leaving angry red welts on his skin. She felt him move within her and she gasped, moving her hips to match his furious pace. There was something different about this time; Erik wasn't as gentle as he normally was with her. There was a desperate need he needed to fulfill. He collapsed on her, his chest heaving so heavily she thought he was going to pass out; she gently disentangled herself from his sweaty body and rolled out from behind him. Her body was still throbbing from his touch when she pulled on a clean dress and placed her shaking hands on her stomach, hoping that a part of Erik was growing inside of her.
