I'm sorry this took so long and to be honest I'm not happy with this chapter. I may rewrite it, but I figured you guys would have so feed back to give me so here it is.

Chapter 12

He looked down at her, his breath catching in his chest. She looked back at him with wide eyes and he could only imagine what was going through her mind. He watched her chest rise and fall as she tried to stay calm. His beautiful Christine so innocent and pure was now infected by his seed.

He had ruined her, but still she remained beautiful. It would only be a matter of time before she realized what he had done to her. She would end up hating him and the child. She would be just like his mother. His mother had despised him so much she had sold him to the Gypsies where he was tortured and molested.

Thinking about his past nearly sent him to the edge. He had to get away from Christine. He slowly got off of her and began picking up his clothes that were strewn all over the floor. Christine watched him with a hurt expression on her face.

"Erik please don't go!" she said beginning to stand herself, but Erik forced her back down on to the bed.

"Do not follow me Christine." He looked directly in her eyes to make sure she got the point.

"Erik why," Christine started to cry. "Why are you doing this? It's a child, our child Erik!"

"Christine what is now growing inside of you is no child. It is death and it will plague you from the moment it is born! I am not capable of producing life." He was inches from her face as he said this and saw every tear that went streaming down her face.

It wasn't her he was mad at it was himself, but she was the only thing to take his anger out on. He watched as she laid back down on the bed and curled up in a little ball with one hand over face and one on her abdomen. Her sobs were the worst sounds he had ever heard. He wanted to scream at her to make her stop, but he instead he grabbed him cloak and left her to cry herself to sleep.

Christine woke up shivering and feeling ill. It had been hours since Erik had left, many of which she spent cursing him for not wanting the child. Her head hurt from crying so much and she could feel the morning sickness kicking in. She carefully sat up and walked into the bathroom to get some water. Christine starred at her reflection in the small mirror that hung above the sink. Her eyes looked very tired and puffy and her face was pale. She looked a mess, but didn't care, because she was in no mood to leave her room that day.

Erik had stayed on deck all night trying sort out the events of the night. During that time he had convinced himself several times that Christine did not really love him and was trying to play a trick on him, only to end up cursing himself for thinking such a thing. The sun was just coming up and people were beginning to move around on the ship. He had to get out of sight and the only place to go was back to Christine.

There was a soft knock on the door, but Christine had no desire to answer it. There was another knock followed by another. Finally she had no choice, but to answer it, because it was obvious whoever it was, was not going away. She gathered her robe around her and flung the door open. Erik stood there staring back at her

"Oh so you've come back. The sun must becoming up and we both know you can't be caught in sunlight." she stepped aside to let him and slammed the door behind him.

"Christine..." he began, but she held up her hand to silence him.

"Erik I'm sorry if your fears have gotten the best of you and made you hate your child, but I am not like you. I will never hate this child and I will never fear it! In my eyes it will be perfect and beautiful and a gift from god. You are the only one who will despise it." She glared at him and walked over to the bed to sit down. Her stomach was still uneasy from the morning sickness.

Her words were just as hurtful as his had been. Would she really be able to continue loving the child after she what it might look like? Or was it him that would unable to love it? If she could love him then why couldn't she love his child? He realized that it wasn't Christine that he was worried about, it was himself.

"I'm sorry Christine...I'm sorry for what I said to you. You're right, you are capable of loving this child, but I may not be. I thought I was afraid of you not wanting this child, but really I'm the one who doesn't." He wasn't able to look at her, instead he put his head in his hands and sat down at the edge of the bed. How could he have let this happen?

Christine watched as Erik began clawing at his mask. The porcelain screeching each time his nails scraped across it. He was shaking and crying, cursing God and his mother and his face over and over again. Christine quickly threw her arms around his shoulders and pulled him tight to her chest.

"Quiet now my love. I know life has never been kind to you, but now I think it is giving you a chance to be happy. Erik you just have to let yourself love and be vulnerable sometimes. Let me in, let our child in." Christine kissed the top of his head and the cradled his face in her hands. His face was stained with tears, but his eyes were completely empty of emotion.

"Oh Erik." she said as she leaned down to kiss him.

She kissed his mouth again fully this time and gently massaged his tongue with her's. She glanced up into his eyes, but they were closed. Her hand made its way to his mask and gently removed it. He gasped slightly and pulled back from her. Christine again placed her hand on his marred cheek and gently kissed it.

"I love you and everything about you Erik. There is no need to hide from me."

"I'm ashamed of how I treated you." He went to turn his head, but she passionately kissed his lips.

He moaned into her mouth as he placed his hands on her thighs. Erik suddenly stood holding Christine up with her legs wrapped around his waist. He laid her down again on the pillows at the head of the bed, never breaking their position. He worked her night gown up her body and over her head. Their kiss was broken by Christine's gasp as she felt his hand slide down between her thighs. Erik began to kiss her neck, her shoulders and her breasts. Finally he stopped at her stomach and watched it rise and fall faster and faster as Christine began to breath harder. He placed his hand over her abdomen gently rubbing it. He knew their child lay inside of her womb, safe and warm. Erik kissed her stomach and then proceeded to make his way back up to her lips.

Christine unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor. She then went to work undoing his pants that no longer concealed Erik's desires for her. He quickly kicked them off and continued kissing Christine's neck leaving small bruises. Her head was swimming in pleasure as her nails dug into his back.

"Erik please," she begged "take me now."

"This won't harm the baby will it?" He was hardly able to get the words and he knew either way he wouldn't be able to stop.

"No, but just be gentle." Christine said and smiled at him for being concerned about the baby.

Erik positioned himself in-between Christine's legs and gently laid on top of her careful not to put to much weight on her. He slowly entered her and sighed heavily in relief as Christine moaned in his ear. He laid inside of her for a moment savoring her body that he had been denied for so long.

He began moving again slowly at first feeling every inch of her body all at once. Christine held tightly onto his shoulders. She rocked her hips against his until they found the right rhythm. Her moans turned to cries which quickly turned to screams.

Her voice was pushing him faster and faster to the edge. He thrust deeper and deeper inside of her moaning out loud, finding it impossible to hold on much longer, but he was determined to make this night last forever.