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Ch.10
The four of them were now seated around a table outside. Jacqui and peter were seated across from each other and Erik and Christine were seated across from each other. Erik had to restrain himself from again, capturing Christine and Jacqui and leaving a little note for Monsieur Le vicomte. Most of the time he looked down at the table, once in a while he would look up at Christine, but he couldn't stand the pain that she wasn't his.
"So can he teach me momma? I really want to learn." Jacqui asked practically jumping in her seat.
Erik looked from Jacqui took Christine and could see the hesitation in her face.
"Well, Jacqui I am going to need time to think about it ok?"
Jacqui had a look of disappointment on her face but nodded.
"good, now you and peter go inside. I need to talk with Erik alone."
Jacqui and peter got up and walked inside.
"I'm not going to fall in love with your daughter Christine." Erik said suddenly.
Christine looked at the man across from her. "Erik I…"
"Besides, I think somebody else already is." He motioned with his head over to the door where peter and Jacqui walked inside. This made Christine smile.
"You're Peter's father?"
"Indeed. Hard to believe isn't it?" he asked.
"But how? I don't remember…"
"He's not yours Christine. It's a long story." He said quietly.
"I have nothing to do." Christine said simply.
He looked up and sighed. "Well after you left, I felt I had nothing else to live for. I ran from the Opera House and found Mme. Giry and meg. I stayed with them for a couple of months until they found me a small little house. I lived their peacefully no one to bother me, until one day a woman stopped by my house all beat up and sick. With a little persuasion I took her in, i thought she was too sick to notice my deformity. I took care of her, gave her clothes, and nursed her back to health. And over time I guess we grew close, and fell in love. Or so I thought, when she found out she was pregnant she blamed me for it and ran away, I never saw her again. during that time away I moved back down to the Opera house after it was safe. Nine months later I saw a basket floating in the lake, I went over to it and there laid a little baby wrapped up in a blanket with a little note, saying, "this thing in yours, I never wanted a baby, and yet you gave it to me, take it it's all yours" I uncovered the blanket off it's face and was relieved to find no deformity, and for once in my life I was thinking mushy. I thought he was adorable, and had no idea why she would give up such a beautiful creature. I took it into my arms and wondered how it could be mine, how I could have created such a beautiful thing such as it. I took him in and raised him even though I had no clue had to raise one. But I went to Madame Giry. She helped me, although was disappointed that I would do that. But she loved little peter as did meg. And they swore never to tell anyone, and thankfully they kept their promise. Well now its out."
Christine looked down at the ground. She was surprised at how much he changed, the old Erik would have never taken in a baby. Or maybe he would have, maybe she didn't know him that well, maybe she misjudged him. She was starting to feel guilty for leaving him, although she did love Raoul and Erik was being mean that night. She was scared more than anything, and although she hates to admit it somewhere deep inside her some part of her, is still in love with him.
"I'm sorry." she said suddenly, still staring at the ground.
"There is no need to be, I know what I did was wrong. And I deserved to be punished." 'I just didn't know it would be that harsh' he thought.
"Yes." She started agreeing with him. "but I had no right treating you like I did. No one deserves to be heart broken, not even you." She smiled a little at him.
"you really grew up Christine, you're not at all the child I once knew." He stood up. "Well I best be going, I'll be taking peter with me." He walked over to the door and turned his head watching Christine stand up, "But no matter how much you change, remember that I will always and forever love you." And with that he walked inside leaving Christine to her thoughts. Christine sighed and pulled her knees up, wrapping her arms around her knees. She wondered to her self had she made the right choice? 'it's all to confusing.' She buried her head in her knees and let the tears fall from her face. 'why must life be so complicated. Is there an answer to any of these questions,
It's all too confusing,
Why must life be so complicated?
Can't there be peace in the world?
I cant understand it,
Why can't this life be simple?
I know there must be a way and someday
I will find it, yes I will, I will find it,
Find the answer to all the questions of life.
One day, who knows when,
I'll find it, yes I will, I will find it,
I will find why people always say "Life is unfair."
The world these days,
What has it come to?
And why is there so much hate?
I've just one question,
Why must it be like this?
IS there any other way? Well someday
I will find it, Yes I will, I will find it,
Find the answer to all the questions of life
One day, who knows when,
I will find it, Yes I will, I will find it,
I will find why people always say "Life is unfair."
Someday I know it'll come,
And when it does I'll be there,
I don't know when,
And I don't know how.
But I do know that it will be there!
And someday
I will find it, Yes I will, I will find it,
Find the answer to all the questions of life
One day, who knows when,
I will find it, Yes I will, I will find it,
I will find why people say…
Why people say…
I will find it, yes I will, I will find it,
Find the answer to all the questions of life
And one day, who knows when,
I will find it, Yes I will, I will find it,
I will find why people say "life is unfair."
"Life is unfair."
Yes I will find why people say "Life is unfair"
Erik walked into the house and sighed leaning his back against the door. He ran a hand through his hair. "Christine I'm sorry for ever showing up here." He whispered to himself. He stood up and vowed quietly never to return to this estate, although he would allow peter too, but now that Christine knows the truth, will she let him. He walked into the main room to find Jacqui and peter huddled up by the fire. They looked so cute together that he didn't want to disturb them. He let out a small sigh and decided to let peter stay, If he couldn't have love why take it away from the small part of him that can, his one and only son. He turned and didn't want to risk anything so he climbed out one of the windows and headed home, looking back at the De Chagney estate for the final time.
Christine dried her eyes and stood up, she looked at her reflection in the window to make sure it didn't look like she was crying. She walked inside, the cold air chilling her. She took off her jacket and hung on the coat rack then walked into the parlor to see Peter and Jacqui huddled up by the fire. She decided to leave them, but was puzzled by something, didn't Erik say he was going to leave with peter and yet peter is still here. IS erik still here? Is he hiding somewhere in the house? She heard a loud bang sound outside the window. She rushed toward it and peered outside, and saw a black figure in the distance standing up some knocked over trash cans. She smiled and shook her head and relaxed. He wasn't in the house. She sunk down in a chair, and picked up a book beside her, reached down and picked up a blanket to keep her self warm and started to read the book.
About two hours later, Jacqui and Peter were still in the parlor by the fire place and Christine was still reading, when Raoul came home. "I'm home."
Jacqui sat up from her position on peter than smiled and got up and ran toward her father. "Papa!" Jacqui ran into her fathers open arms. "How was your day?" Raoul asked after they hugged. "Peter and I mostly sat by the fire, other than that nothing really exciting." She didn't want to be reminded that she might not have the voice lessons. So she didn't tell her father. "Well that's good, where's your mother?" Jacqui shrugged. "That's alright, go run along. Ill find her." Jacqui nodded and ran back to peter, she got comfortable again.
Christine put her book down and walked into the hallway. "So how did it go?" She asked.
"Ah… well, monsieur Andre and monsieur Firmin just wanted to confirm that I would definatly be taking the Opera Populaire. They asked me questions and such, and I asked them why the house was not yet finished. And they answered me with, the construction workers will believe that the Opera Ghost still haunts the place. If they hear anything, they run out of there. The phantom has yet to be captured, and if he comes back…well there will be no more phantom…" he then smiled at her. "But on another note, we confirmed and Monsieur Andre and Firmin retired and the De Chagney's now own the Opera Populaire!" Christine smiled and hugged her husband, happy that the house she knew for so long was know hers, but also scared that maybe, although he was just here and he looked like he changed, now that Raoul owned the Populaire he would come back as the phantom and kill Raoul and capture her and Jacqui.
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