Alright! This is the last chapter! I've decided to end it. No one's reviewing anyway.

I'll going to redo the chapters quite soon; I know. Lots of spelling errors/typo's, etc..

So, Enjoy.

"T-that was…" Erik began. Monique laughed at him.

"Interesting? Amazing? Terrible? Horrible? Come now Erik, give me some feed back!" she pushed him playfully. He didn't move, but he gave the biggest smile Monique she had ever seen him give. He rolled on her held her for a moment.

"Marvelous." He said simply. She gave an arrogant smirk.

"Oh, good to know." She said nodding. She pushed him lightly off him, and got out of bed. Erik gave a groan of protest, but Monique ignored it. She found her clothes, and put them on.

"You're leaving? Why?" Erik said getting up as well. She turned and to look at him, but he was all ready in front of her. He looked down at her and gave a little glare. Monique looked up at his face and gave him a little sad look.

"Erik, it is the early afternoon. I'll be back only a little later. I have to see everyone up there; also a little matter of playing Callia for one more night." She said quietly. Erik stiffened a bit; she would have to be Vachel once again.

"Can't I just kill him? It would make things a lot easier for us, you know." He said crossing his arms. He also began to pout. Monique gave a light laugh; he was acting so childish.

"No, you cannot kill him Erik! I need him to play Ethan tonight!" he said slapping his arm a bit. Erik lifted an eyebrow as she started to walk away.

"Can I kill him after?" he asked. She stopped and thought for a moment.

"Perhaps. I'll need to think about it." She said. Erik smiled.

The play was going on wonderfully again. Vachel barely even looked at Monique, even when he was playing his role.
Monique found it to be quite a bore, though. She sighed heavily when the play was in break. She sat down, and began to drum her fingers on the table next to her. She just stared off for a while.

All of a sudden, a coin dropped onto the table. Monique jumped a bit and looked around. She stopped herself, and looked up. Erik was high on the ropes above, smiling at her. She looked around a bit, and noticed everyone was far to busy to even notice him. So she gazed up at him and smiled back.

'Hi' he mouthed. She said hello back.

'How are you' he mouthed again. She shrugged her shoulders lazily. A funny idea came into her mind.
She smiled seductively at him, and winked.
He pondered for a moment, and then blew a kiss to her.
She idly lifted her to catch it, but puffed out her chest a little too. He looked at her and gave her a suggestive smile. She laughed a little now.

'Not now! Later!' she mouth. He began to pout again. She held up her hand.

'Later, I promise.' She said. His pout lifted into a smile and he nodded. He looked around a little bit. He looked down at her, and said goodbye for now to her. She watched him leave.

'I believe I've fallen for this man.' She declared in her mind. She didn't know if she could say the word love out loud, and she didn't know if he would either. She realized early, that they were somewhat similar. But at the same time, completely different. Which made everything fascinating to her.

'…but I don't know if I can marry him. Not that I wouldn't want to…but...he's considered a criminal, and…I'm…well, half gipsy. No priest will marry us.' She though. She shook her for a moment. Did she just say 'will', as it, it 'will' happen?

"Miss, the break is about to end." A girl told her. Monique jumped out of her thoughts, and got up. She sighed and walked to her place.

"Hmmm…" Erik said to himself. Monique shifted a little up, and looked at him.

"Thinking about anything interesting?" she teased. He looked at her.

"Yes. You and I, actually. I…erm…I wanted to discuss it." He said to her. She stiffened, but nodded a little. He kissed her cheek reassuringly.

"Nothing bad, mind you. I was just wondering…will you stay with me? Here? For the rest of our lives? I cannot marry you, and I believe you know that. But it does not mean we cannot commit to each other. " He said. He looked away shyly. She moved a bit closer to him, and made him move his face to hers. She looked into his eyes, and saw that he was completely serious. She felt taken back for a moment, looked away and thought. She smiled to herself, and looked back at him.

"Of course, Erik. I would love to be your…mistress." She said to him. He didn't move for a moment; it almost made Monique nervous. But when he pounced on her after the moment was up, she began to laugh a little.

"So, you'll be my wife…somewhat? You'll only be mine, no one else's? And you'll have my children? Lots and lots of children?" he asked excitedly. Monique began to laugh out loud.

"Yes, yes. Only yours. But, how many children do you wish me to have, Erik?" He looked away sheepishly. He whispered the number in her ear. She gasped.

"…Er…that is indeed a lot of children. I don't think I could give you QUITE that many, but I will give you enough for your satisfaction. He pouted. She raised her eyebrow at him, and kissed his pout. He then suddenly gave a pondering look.

"Well…sense we're going to have, MANY CHILDREN…" he began, "perhaps we should get started!"

Monique giggled.

"Yes…perhaps we should."