Author: Sparkling-Diva
Rating: PG-13 (possibly more later)
Genre: Romance/Drama
Pairing: Christine/Erik
Feedback: Yes, please! Also being nice would make me happy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gaston Leroux's Phantom or anything I might refer to based on Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical adaptation of it.
Summary: Christine makes an important decision that could forever change the lives of many…
Author's Note: New chapters! Yeahy! Here are CHAPTERS 36-46! Enjoy!
Chapter 38"Victor?" Christine asked as she walked into his room.
"Mommy?" he asked as he was laid on his bed and sobbed. He already had changed into his night clothes and was facing his violin and music box that sat next to his bed.
"Are you alright?" Christine asked as she laid down next to him.
"Father is never any fun. He hardly spends time with me due to his work and criticizes everything I do."
"You're as smart boy, Victor. But please don't act in this manner."
"But he even acts the same way towards you."
"I won't lie, Victor. Your father and I haven't gotten along in quite a while but we still have respect."
"Btu he hurts my feelings."
"Mine too at times."
"Someday," Victor said, "When I'm older, I will be successful with the arts and live in a famous theatre. You can come and stay with me."
Hesitating a moment at his sudden statement, she replied, "Keep your dreams, Victor. At the end, that may be all you have."
"Will my Angel of Music protect me?"
"Yes, he will," Christine said, "He always will."
Since he was born , Christine had decided to tell him the same Angel of Music story she had been told since she was little girl when her father was still with her. In many ways, it was just another way to bring somewhat of a connection between him and his real father.
"When I'm older, will he still sing songs in my head?"
"Yes, child. He will."
"Good," he said snuggling near his mother, "Mommy?"
"Yes?"
"Did you ever love father?"
"Yes."
"And now?"
"I cannot say. I will tell you that you must promise me that when you are older and get married be sure that the two of you are in love with one another. Do not force it upon whomever you tend to love. Understand?"
"Yes, mommy. I promise."
"Good."
"Mother, will you sing me a song to sleep?"
"Very will."
Christine sang to him the song part of a composition that Erik had written. It was titled The Music Of the Night.
Soon she looked back down to find him fast asleep.
Smiling to herself, she kissed the top of his bed as he softened the covers around him.
He was all that she had left from Erik.
Quietly, Christine turned off the light.
She was about to leave when a feeling of sadness came over her.
She gazed back at her son and without a second thought, laid down to sleep beside him.