Hey guys. I would have had this up yesterday, but things prevented me to do so. Well, now I am gonna reply to the reviewers.
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Emily, GoldenLyre, phantomgoddess34 (AKA-Sam), Priscilla23, famous, sbkar, Lizzie Black, riotgirl, and Ferri-san.
Ferri-san, for all I know, Pig Latin is a made up language, and I didn't make it. The rules are universal. On type in 'Pig Latin translator' and it show up some helpful things. Thanks Luke for teaching me Pig Latin in 6th grade. I will have my next chapter up hopefully in the next day, or so. Thanks for reviewing, it makes me feel a lot better. Once again, there's another excerpt on the bottom.
Chapter 8: Another New Twist
"No time to explain." He said as he made his way out, now exposing Christine's limp body in his arms to Madame Giry. He rushed over and placed her on her bed.
"What happened?" Antoinette asked him with alarm in her voice.
"As soon as you left through the mirror, and we started walking back, Christine just passed out. I have the slightest idea why she would. While we were talking with you, she was fine." He stated with obvious worry in his voice, which Madame Giry could sense.
"Let me take a look at her." Madame Giry pushed Erik out of her way, going to Christine, who was still lying on the bed lifelessly. As Madame Giry took of Christine's dress and corset, hoping that she could breathe better, he could hear he mumble something, but didn't really recognize what she was saying. She then turned around to face Erik, her face showed concern. "How long has her stomach been swollen?" She asked him, pushing slightly on Christine's stomach.
"She told me about that a week or two ago. She thought it was just her corset bothering her." He admitted, not really sure if that information would help in any way. Madame Giry then turned around to face Christine once again, rubbing her chin with her thumb. Just then a thought hit her. Yes, it was possible. She felt her abdomen once again, and turned to face Erik.
"Well, from my observation, it's not the corset." Erik was confused with Antoinette's words. She put her hand on his shoulder and said in reassurance, "Congratulations Erik. You will be a father." Erik's eyes nearly popped out of his skull, with surprise. He had not expected the news.
"What?" He asked flabbergasted. He still couldn't comprehend that Christine was pregnant, he was going to be a father, and they were going to have a little child running around the lair. A thousand things popped into his head at the same time.
"Christine is pregnant. About three or four weeks. The child is yours Erik, right?" she asked him, implying that the child must be his, because Christine would never stoop that low, especially because she was married. She was brought up better then that.
"Of course the child is mine!" Erik declared, slightly insulted that Madame Giry would imply what she did. But he quickly got over his recent feeling, knowing Antoinette thought better of Christine. He then looked at Christine, knowing that she would most likely not have changed in the last few minutes they had spent talking. Her eyes suddenly popped open and she gasped for breath. She felt oddly warm and wet, for she had a fever and was sweating profusely. Erik then strode over to her side.
"Erik…" she said breathing deeply, "What happened?"
"Well," Erik said, inching closer to her body, "You passed out as soon as I closed the mirror and we started walking. We brought Madame Giry and dear, Meg, back. And luckily, nothing's wrong with you. Oh yeah, we found out why, you abdomen was swollen."
"Yes? Would you like to enlighten me?" she asked him rather amused, with the little game they were playing.
"Because," he said slowly, taking her hand in his and placing his other, gently on her abdomen, "You are pregnant Christine. You going to have a baby." Christine gasped in response.
"I am?" she asked in between gasps of joy. She then looked down at her stomach, and smiled. "We're going to be parents Erik." Just then Meg opened the door to her mother's room. Erik, thinking that she was a dancer or a stagehand, pulled out his 'extra' Punjab Lasso, ready to kill. When Meg saw it, she slammed the door shut.
"Erik! Put that away!" Christine exclaimed, grabbing it from his hands. Earlier, she had forgotten to ask him to hand over his 'extra' Punjab Lasso, which he had in his hands now. She called back to Meg; "You can come in now. He's disarmed." Yelling through the thick wood door, Meg replied;
"That's what you said last time!" Christine then stuck her hand out to Erik, gesturing for him to surrender all his possible weapons he may have. As he relented, he uncovered a hidden, full-length sword, a dagger, a few pocket knifes, 'extra' rope, and a few other various things he could hurt people with. Madame Giry and Christine were dumfounded. How could her hide all these things in just his cloak alone? But she knew that he had many pockets in that cloak of his.
"You never know!" Was Erik's only pathetic excuse for having the weapons, "It wasn't like I was planning on killing any of you three. Actually, I wasn't planning on killing anyone." He took a short pause, and then continued, "I just feel better knowing I have them."
"This time he really is." Christine called to Meg out side the door, who was still terrified, as she dropped all of Erik's paraphernalia on the bed next to her. This time, Meg walked in. She eyeballed the room to see her mother, Christine, who was sitting on her mother's bed with a lot of weapons next to her, and Erik, who was rather upset, with his arms folded across his chest.
"I thought you said you took away his weapons in the beginning." Meg asked as she walked to Christine, making sure to avoid Erik, who was distraught.
"I thought I did too." She answered with question in her voice.
"As glad as I am to see you, how come you're here? We just saw you." She asked waiting impatiently for an answer. Christine was just about to answer when Erik cut her off;
"Well," he took a short pause, "Christine should rather not explain for she has been knocked out most of the time." Meg eyed him suspiciously. "After I closed the mirror to the dressing room, she collapsed, so, I brought her to your mother." He could see the worry on her face, thinking that he had hurt her in some way, so he added to his explanation, going off topic; "And you really should learn that I won't hurt anything innocent and weak. Now, would I? Just to warn you, as you mother had learned, I am very, well how do you say…crude, when talking to other people. I let my anger get the better half of me sometimes. And sometimes, you may get afraid by my jokes or humor, but I rarely do them. And for the last time or so, I wouldn't hurt anything, especially you, for I have already given you the reason why." He said with a smirk, looking at Antoinette. Meg remembered what he had put as his reason; 'Your mother would kill me, if I ever killed you.' She shuttered at the thought.
"Now, if you excuse us, we must get ready for tomorrow. You too, Meg should prepare. For you have a big day." Erik said, as he helped Christine up and put on her dress, not bothering to put on her constricting corset. He reluctantly retrieved his weapons, happily felling their smooth coldness. As Christine waited by the mirror, he walked over to Madame Giry and took her hand and kissed it. "Once again, you have helped me in my time of need." With that said, he opened the mirror, and both of them made their way, once again, back to the darkness and safety of the lair.
"Do I have to audition?" Meg asked her mother, whining.
"You should. Erik would be rather disappointed. He believes that you can do it. Usually, when he thinks that something can be accomplished, it most likely can." Madame Giry responded, "Besides, you don't know what kind of action Erik would take if you don't." Meg shuttered.
"Mother, you are beginning to sound a lot like him." She said skeptically, "Why did Christine faint? It sounded like he was going to explain that, but got side tracked."
"Christine is pregnant." He mother told her, with excitement.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so happy for them!" Meg yelled, hopping up and down with joy. She could not contain her glee. She wanted to run and congratulate them, but decided against it. They needed their rest. Meg would have to wait until the auditions to talk to them.
Here it is… my chapterly excerpt. From Chapter 9.
Chapter 9: A Tedious Audition
Erik cringed when a person auditioning, hit a wrong note. "Stop!" Erik yelled, trying to catch the singer's attention.
"Ok. Next… Carlotta." Erik yelled, telling her to get her butt on the stage and sing. He once again reminded himself why he had let her audition, "She will be cast as Ericka's mother, who is evil. That fits her personality perfectly." The music started. He didn't pay attention to her voice, because after all those long years in hiding, he had heard her enough. He was in total hell for all those years, and the five minutes she sang.
