Chapter Thirty

DISCLAIMER: OK; I don't own phantom of the opera. Plain and simple

The day came all too quickly. Before she knew it; she was standing infrount of the mirror in a church room; Meg helping her get ready for her wedding.

"Your so beautiful." Meg gasped. Erik was not allowed in; because Meg heard that it was bad luck. Karen's long dress had embroidery of roses on the breast; and it hugged her body; while giving her legs room to move. Meg placed the veil on her head; Gazing in the mirror at her. Because of her father's absence; Karen had no one to walk her down the isle and give her away. So; Firmin agreed to do the job. He walked into the room and saw her.

"Your father would be proud." Firmin told her; gazing at her. Karen knew that was a lie; her father never cared; and she never expected him to come anyway. Firmin was a good enough person to fill in for him.


Erik was getting ready; deciding to wear the mask with his tuxedo. Raoul was there; because he had gone through a wedding himself.

"Christine's pregnant." Raoul told him. "I'm terrified of having to raise a child."

"Why?" Erik asked; fixing his hair. "A child is easy to raise."

"You say that now." Raoul spoke. "But when Karen becomes pregnant; and when she starts acting differently; eating like crazy; and gaining weight; you won't think it's so easy."

"I've got confidence in Karen and I. I can endure anything she can do; and I can't wait to be able to have a child to take care of." Raoul nodded.

"I'll be right back. I've got to see if they've left." Erik nodded and continued fixing himself up to look nice. He couldn't believe it; he was getting married with a real priest; a real church; and a bride he loved more than air. Raoul came back and told him it was time to go to the alter. He felt himself grow nervous. He followed Raoul to the alter; and standing under it. The entire Opera Populiare sat waiting; Erik was never so nervous in his life. He saw Madam Giry; Carlotta; Andre' and everyone else. The ballet girls sat together; and the orchestra conductor was sitting beside them. Then; Karen came.

She was so pretty. Her face was hidden by the veil; and Meg walked behind her; only to stand at her side. Firmin gave her to Erik; as her father was to do if he was there. Firmin took his seat next to Andre', and whispered.

"It isn't every day you give away a woman that isn't your daughter to the Phantom." Andre' nodded as the ceremony continued. The priest stood between them; Karen holding onto her boughet of roses. Erik swallowed nervously; he knew everything would be OK; he'd dreamt of this day for years; the day he'd get married. He had only been dreaming of whom he'd marry since August. The priest asked Erik if he would love Karen for the rest of his life; through sickness; through health. Through rich or poor; and through any arguments they may have.

"I do." He asked the same thing to Karen; Karen answered the same way. Erik got the rings from his over-coat pocket; two golden rings. He slid one on Karen's finger; and repeated what the priest told him to. "with this ring; I ask you to be mine." Karen did the same.

"With the powers invested in me by god and the city of Paris; I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride." Which was exactly what Erik did. He kissed Karen; his new wife. Everyone clapped; and on their way out to the carriage Erik had arranged for them; Karen threw her boughet and all the ballet girls reached for it. But it fell into the arms of Meg Giry. Karen waved goodbye as she and Erik got into the carriage; off to their honeymoon. Which was a house by the sea. Erik lifted her out of the carriage; the sun was already down; and he carried her inside. He sat her on the bed; and kissed her.

"How'd you find this place?" Karen asked; as he sat beside her.

"I built it a while back; when I was younger. I'd always thought Christine would be here; but I'm happier with you." He kissed her again; making her lay on the bed. "Still thinking about that baby?" She nodded. "Do you want to try for one tonight?" She smiled wide; and nodded.


Karen rested her head under Erik's head. He stroked her chin gently; fast asleep.

"Erik...I love you.." Karen whispered to him, but she knew he could not hear her. She moved so she would be able to kiss him; her husband. To her surprise; he kissed her back.

"You thought I was sleeping didn't you?" He opened his eyes and smiled. His mask was on the end table; and Karen outlined his large scar with her finger; and he ran his up her back; causing her to shiver. He laughed and kissed her. "Do you feel pregnant?" Karen shook her head.

"It'll be a few weeks though." Erik sighed; but smiled at her. "Disappointed?"

"A bit. I can't wait to have a baby with you." He hugged her. "But do you want to give up ballet?" She smiled and spoke in a sarcastic voice.

"I suppose I can manage." They laughed. "For once; a day went perfect; no one was murdered; and nothing bad happened." Erik nodded; kissing her collar bone.

"You looked so beautiful." He told her; holding her tightly to him. She rested her head under his head; and he stroked her hair. "I couldn't be happier."

"Me neither." She kissed his neck; and she felt his hand around her waist. "It's times like these, Times when I get to see you, I'm glad I had to come to Paris. Glad I took that dare."

"Who knew back then that we'd be married?" She smiled.

"I'm glad we get to rest here without anyone bothering us. Erik; why do you want a baby so bad?"

"Because." He kissed her neck. "I never thought a woman would love me enough for a baby. I want a child while I've got you."

"Good; because that's how long they are supposed to last; the rest of your life."


After they had gotten out of the bed and dressed; they went to see the scenery around the little house. Erik took her to the beach during the night; while the silk sky was studded with diamond stars; glowing down at them. He sang to her; and she got up and started dancing like the old days. Back when he would play the organ and she would get lost in her fantasy world and dance along to the music.He laughed and watched her dance; long after his singing had stopped; she had the music in her head.
yes. This chappie is short because I'm saving the rest for the nextone. There is a ghost in the laundry room. I swear to god.

Erik: You keep saying that..

Me: I'm not crazy! There is!

Erik:(Spooky voice) Perhaps it's me!

Me: Don't get my hopes up.

Erik: ...