Chapter 17

"Madame it is time."

"Of course, everything is prepared. I thought we would have more time, but regardless it is done."

"Can it be tonight?"

"Wait until morning so I can be there to help. How is she Erik?" Madame Giry crossed the room to Erik as she saw a shift in his eyes.

"She is alright other than the morning sickness. But again thank you for getting the house ready in time. I wasn't sure if you had received some of my messages while I was away." Erik tried to change the subject, but Madame Giry was not buying it.

"Well it was difficult sometimes to keep on schedule, but we did it." She paused before continuing, "Erik what is the matter? I know you are thinking about something and it isn't the house." Madame Giry had always thought of Erik as a son, because she had practically raised him, so of course she knew when something out of the ordinary was wrong.

Erik looked at her hoping to see a way out of the conversation, but she had him trapped. He sighed and began telling what had happed the night before with Raoul. He felt himself growing more and more angry as he continued with the story, but Madame Giry was not going to let him leave a single detail out.

"Well I am sure the baby is alright, but I never would have thought Raoul to be so evil. I am truly sorry Erik that you and Christine had to go through that, but you must not let it get to you anymore. You know how angry you get and who knows what you might do if do not let this go, at least for now." She gave Erik a hug which he struggled to get out of, but she had a firm grip around his neck.

"You know I do not like to be touched!" Erik said slightly out of breath when she released him.

"Oh hush and get out of here! Get back to Christine and for heaven's sake get her some flowers or something. Meet me at the house at eight tomorrow morning." She smiled at him as he simply nodded and left.

"Oh when will he ever grow up?" Madame Giry laughed to herself before rushing to find her ballerinas for a surprise practice.

Christine had gotten up not long after Erik had left and started cleaning. She couldn't help wanting to dust and scrub everything her eyes fell upon. She knew that living under the opera house would be difficult to get use to and she wasn't sure how life would be with the baby. Christine often worried about whether or not Erik and her and the baby would be able to survive under the sometimes harsh conditions of the lair, but she knew Erik would never let harm come to their young family. Christine's senses were becoming more and more sensitive, so she wasn't surprised when she heard Erik coming from one of his many passage ways. Usually he could sneak around and she would never know he was there and it was nice to have the upper hand. Christine ran behind the giant organ that stood at the far corner of the lair near the passage she believed he was entering from. She watched him slip through the mirror with the most beautiful red roses in his hand and walk over to the bedroom. When he realized she was not there he began frantically looking around for her.

"Christine?" he called out her name and waited silently for her voice in response, but Christine said nothing."Christine are you here?" But still no response.

Christine stifled a laugh trying to not give away her position. Softly, Christine began to hum "Point of No Return". Her voice carried throughout the lair, tickling the inside of Erik's ear. His head jerked around to where he thought her voice was coming from, but he was slightly off. Christine kept going, but started to sing the lyrics and watched Erik begin his hunt.

"You have come here in pursuit of
your deepest urge,
in pursuit of
that wish,
which till now
has been silent,
silent . . ."

"Christine, I do not like it when you hide from me. Come out now, because you do not want me to find you." His tone was partially serious, but more playful than anything else.

"I have brought you,
that our passions
may fuse and merge -
in your mind
you've already
succumbed to me
dropped all defenses
completely succumbed to me"

The sound of Christine's voice singing those words was enough to send him over the edge of desire. He desperately now wanted to find her. Before he knew what he was doing he began singing the next verses of the song.

"dropped all defenses
completely succumbed to me -
now you are here with me:
no second thoughts,
you've decided,"

"decided..." Christine finished the line as she felt her body quiver from the beauty of his voice. Erik was pursuing her like an animal would it's pray and he had begun setting his bait, but she would not let him get her that easily. Erik had turned back from his previous path to follow the sound of her voice coming from a different direction.

"Well, my angel it seems you have managed to escape me . . . for the moment. He quickly turned his head towards her direction, but he did not seem to be able to see her. "But do not worry my love, I will find you." His voice was laced in seduction, as was everything else about him.

"I have managed to out whit le grand Fantome de L'Opera? I must say Phantom you are getting soft. Perhaps you are losing your touch now that you are about to become a father." Christine did not have to wait long for Erik's response.

"Such bold words for the woman carrying my child. The Phantom of the Opera will never die and he will never lose his touch! I would gladly demonstrate what I mean and prove to you that I am in no way losing my touch." He licked his lips and his eyes dangerously scanned the room. Christine was now pressed against the wall nearly panting from desire.

"Find me, and you can touch all you want."

Erik instantly picked up on the sexuality that Christine sent swirling into the air. It hit him with a band and sent him reeling to get to her. He had never heard her speak so openly about sex before, but had often dreamed of it.

"Sing for me Angel" He said.

Christine's voice began to sound through the lair once again.

"Past the point
of no return -
no going back now:
our passion-play
has now, at last,
begun . . ."

He found her.

"Past all thought
of right or wrong -
one final question:"

He took two steps forward.

"When will the blood
begin to race
the sleeping bud
burst into bloom?"

He drew closer to her voice and her body that was screaming out for him to touch her. She could feel him growing nearer and nearer and he could feel him self growing. Christine could barely stand, so she pressed her self against the wall with her eyes closed, hoping to keep her balance.

"When will the flames,
at last, consume
us . . ."

Christine gasped out the last line as she felt Erik's lips slam against hers. Every one of her senses screamed out to be satisfied. The desire that had been building up all along boiled over. Her fingers tangled in his silk jet black hair as his began to un lace her thin gown. His pants were growing tighter and tighter with every touch and kiss that they shared. Unlike the night before, Erik was not afraid of hurting the child. He let his instincts take over, which had become extremely animalistic thanks to having to hunt her down. Now that he had his pray he needed to satisfy his appetite.

"Tell me you need me!" Christine panted as Erik's lips left her lips and trailed down her throat and her neck. His hands were everywhere all at once and he knew exactly how to touch her.

"Oh God Christine I need you! I have always needed you." He stopped and looked into her soft brown eyes. He was able to see everything he had always longed for staring back at him lovingly. Where had she come from? Who had sent him such a beautiful creature? "Christine I love you!" he whispered into her ear then continued to kiss her ear, neck and shoulder.

Christine pushed away from the wall taking Erik's hand. She led him to the bedroom and pushed him down onto the bed. He sat at the edge of the bed allowing her to comfortably straddle him. She kissed him passionately making him even harder. Christine moaned as the top of her gown suddenly fell to her waist and Erik's hands began kneading her tender breasts. She unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor. His chest and stomach were well defined and built. Christine ran her hands over his chest and then to his belt line. He quickly grabbed her hips and ground him self to her. They both gasped with pleasure. Erik reached underneath her undergarments, discovering how badly she wanted him. Christine undid his pants and began stroking him as he was doing her. It was becoming torture for both of them as passion and heat choked the air.

Erik slid back to the head of the bed with Christine on top of him, but quickly flipped her over onto her back, pinning her with his own body weight. He removed the rest of her garments as well as his until they lay naked, pressed to each other. She no longer shied away from his gaze and he no longer hid behind his mask. Christine pulled Erik's lips down to hers, their hands still massaging each other.

"I need you now!" Erik's voice was very heavy and deep as he begged entrance.

"Then take me now Erik!"

He positioned him self in-between Christine's legs with his member brushing against her. He thrust deep inside of her, causing them both to cry out in ecstacy. He lay inside of her without moving for a brief moment, but soon continued his thrusting. Her screams grew louder and his moans deeper as he moved faster and further inside of Christine. She grabbed onto his shoulders closing the distance between them. Her hips gently rocked against him, but she found it harder to move with her stomach being larger.

"Christine don't strain yourself." Erik said in short breaths.

"I'm okay Erik, really. This feels so good, you feel so good!" Christine kissed him again and this time he had nothing more to say. Their movements became and more and more desperate for release. They could feel it, it was close. And then a burst of ecstacy washed over their bodies shaking them to their core. Erik lay on top of Christine panting feeling whole. Christine felt tears begin to streak down her cheeks.

"Angel did I hurt you?" Erik was so alarmed her jumped away from her and began rubbing her abdomen.

"No, no you did not hurt me love. I'm just so happy, I can't help it. I am sorry that I've frightened you by being so emotional."

Erik's eyes instantly softened. He leaned down and kissed away her tears, but this only made more. "Oh Christine I love you. You are more beautiful than any piece of music I have ever written or any rose I have ever given you. Speaking of which I brought you some roses, but they may have wilted by now."

"Thank you Erik that was sweet of you. Will you stay in bed with me? I am kind of worn out now and I sleep the best when you are next to me."

Erik kissed her again and then wrapped his arms around her small frame. "I want nothing more than to lay like this with you forever. Rest now Angel, you need to keep up your energy for the baby." He gently rested his hand over her swelling stomach.

Soon they were both asleep in each other's arms with their whole lives before them, but their utopia would be short lived . . .