New chapter! YEAH! It may be short, I do not know…. the story writes itself. Call it the Power of Erik.

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No, I don't have Erik locked in my basement, what would make you think something like that? J/k everyone.

This chapter is focused on Mme. Giry and our sexy Erik. I was in the mood for some humor! I can just see how their interaction with each other could be amusing. STRICLY FRIENDSHIP SEEN YOU SICK PERVERTS!

Chapter 10

Erik's Point of View

"She's been asleep for a long time Erik." Mme. Giry told me for the countless time. I was sitting ion a chair outside Christine's room, my arm leaning on the arm rest, the right side of my face leaning against my fist.

"She needs her rest. Trust me, she sleeps for a long time after she faint." I said, sarcasm and dryness almost dripping from my low tenor voice. Mme. Giry locked at me with a cross between look that didn't want to hear anything else and a look of complete shock.

"Please don't tell me anymore." Shutting her mouth that she hadn't realized that had been hanging open slightly in surprise.

"I wasn't planning on it." I said crossing my arms in front of my strong chest. Then, Mme. Giry did something I and never seen her do… she rolled her eyes. "That was uncalled for." I said at her very un-womanly like gesture to my comment. Then she laughed.

"Oh Erik it was perfectly called for! You sound like a stubborn five year old! All you would have to do is put a out on your face and thrust your nose in the air and you would look very much like one!"

I pouted my lower lip and pushed my nose into the air like she had said and crossed my arms tighter. The older woman laughed till tears were falling down her face. After a few more moments I smiled slightly despite my mood and lowered my arms to my side.

"You… you smiled." Mme. Giry said trying to catch her breath. "It is attractive on you Monsieur." She said with a very distraught smile.

"Get that sad look off your face," I demanded, "It's depressing me." I said with no emotions. "And how anything could make me look slightly attractive is beyond me."

"The right side of your face is very beautiful. Christine told me that the second after Ett was born. She said 'She looks so much like Erik, such a beautiful face.'" I sighed.

"Don't try and ignore the topic Erik. It won't work. You need to know about your child. What's more important, you have to know what you're going to say to Christine. I heard some of your conversation. You shouldn't keep you anger in like that. There people on the boarder of Persia I think that couldn't quite hear your quarrel."

"Lovely…"

"You can't take your anger, hate and self-loathing out on her. She bared your child."

"So I've heard…" But she ignored me and continued her lecture.

"If you could say anything to her now, what would you say? Really think about it Erik." I did. I could feel my eyebrows come to almost a glare as I thought hard in concentration. She wouldn't be able to hear me now, I could think of anything I truly wanted to say. Anything at all to my Christine. Gods how I loved her. I have to fight to take in oxygen every time I see her beautiful face, and I have to fight not to die every time I see her weep. I took in a deep breath, my anger at her disappearing.

"When was she born?" I asked seriously to my old friend. She smiled a slight smile that it was hard to notice it had even come and gone.

"December 16." She said gently to me. I nodded as if it was an uninteresting piece of information.

"So she is now…"

"Just fourteen." Said a soft beautiful voice behind me. I turned and saw Christine behind me. I had given her a soft cotton nightgown so she could be comfortable and one of my Persian robs to keep her warm from the horrible uncomfortable cold that came with a fever. Her hair was down and flowing uncontrollably around her, her faced flushed, her eyes red and the robe was wrapped tightly around her. I thought she had never looked more beautiful then she did now. Mme. Giry was up and gone before I had even realized she had left. Christine turned on her heel back to the bed room where she came, and she shut the door in my face.

I was left with only the age of my child and the date of her birth and the look of her frightened face when I said I would kill her if she said she had ever seen me. I would give anything to see her and her mother to smile at me.

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