Chapter 11: Tell me she is still breathing

Camille lay silent in the swan bed. Erik had been nothing but nice to her since that day she had betrayed him. He bathed her wounds and laid her in his bed... Brought her water and food... Cooled her burning brow with a wet cloth.

"Erik-"she brought her thin up to encircle his wrist "talk to me. I know you plan on rescuing her. How?"

He shook her hand away "you want me to trust you again Camille? What? Like it is that easy to just stand up and trust and forgive someone who basically just sentenced the love of your life- to death!" he shouted

"Im sorry Erik. What could I do- he had me trapped."

"Im not stupid Camille- you must have gone with him in order for him to trap you in his home."

"Ok... I did but I didn't think he would make me betray you like he forced me to do!"

He got up in her face "If Christine or Aimee is dead when get there tonight- I will kill you!" he hissed

"SO… we are going tonight."

"Damn trickster! I will be careful of that in the future with you!"

"So we have a future together…?" she was teasing him now

Erik sighed and sat down on the bed with her "I get nightmares every night I am without Christine. I don't even want to imagine what terrible things have happened to her. And I know Aimee- I hope and pray that she lives as well."

"Aimee? Who is that?" Camille asked

"She is my daughter- Christine and my daughter- I didn't even know she existed until a few days ago." He sighed

Camille looked up and said quietly "oh… I didn't realize that you and her… that you two had… um…"

Erik nodded brusquely "yes- well we did. Several years ago- then she left me. But I forgave her and now she has been taken away again."

She nodded and he continued

"The plan is…." (the plan is unfolded to Camille but the author wants to surprise you… dun dun DUNNN!)

She nodded and rose from the bed- "alright. Well I will do my best to help you erik. Please know- that even though you don't return my feelings- I love you!"

He turned quickly shocked at her words…

He went to her and pulled her up against him and brought his lips against hers. She kissed him back with equal passion and fervor – her tongue running over his lips begging for entrance which she was granted. Slowly the explored the inside of each others mouths until Erik pushed Camille onto the bed and climbed on top of her.

She rolled out from under him and said firmly "no Erik! I will not let you waste yourself in me when it should be Christine beneath you. Come one- we must go and rescue her."

Erik looked ashamed of what he had been about to do and fiddled with his white lawn shirt

"UH…. Um... yes let's go. "He went to take her hand but she drew back and shook her head

"I am not Christine. Wait for the woman you love." She said sadly

They arrived silently at the de changy mansion and though she was trembling with fear and being back there so led Erik to the outside location of the fire room

"That is where he is most likely keeping her and … Aimee." She sighed and shook her head trying to forget the memories.

Christine huddled in the corner clutching her stomach and moaning.

Aimee sat on one of the beds and looked at her with large terrified eyes. She rose from the bed and went to comfort her mother. She placed a cool hand on her mothers burning face…

"Mommy, mommy… Please wake up!" she begged in her innocent child's' voice

Christine's eyes fluttered open and she looked at her daughter taking a moment to recognize her

"Oh Aimee-"the pain in her stomach was beginning to subside "Aimee- I have a feeling we will be leaving soon. When and if we do- just be a good girl and follow mommy- hold my hand and you will be alright."

She looked lovingly into her daughters eyes as another wave of pain clenched her stomach.

"Do you understand Aimee?" she asked, her face drawn with pain

"Oui mamma!" Aimee cried softly before she buried her head in Christine's shoulder

Raoul lay on his bed, resting. He thought of the recent changes in his life. He didn't know really what had caused him opt to take the path of violence in his life.

"Philippe…" he thought of his recently dead brother – he had meant so Raoul. He was one reason. And Christine… he supposed Christine was the main reason. He had to see her, daily waste away before him - always knowing but never hearing her acknowledge that she was wasting away from the loss of her angel.

He would try to take his mind off her by involving himself with whores and any woman he could get. When she caught him… he knew it was the last straw. Every last drop of the love she had once felt for him had evaporated. But he couldn't let her leave… he had to make her love him. It didn't work. He only succeeded in making her hate him.

From then he had sunk into a pit of despair. He took what he wanted from women and he tried to find a place, in the hell he lived in, that he could rest in.

He shut his eyes with a sigh. He made up his mind. He didn't want to live like that anymore. He rose from his bed and picked up a knife and walked down to corridors slowly.

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