:'( Last one peoples... this one is for all the people who have SUPPORTED and LOVED me this year and on this story...thank you all! P.S. A sequel or no?
Christine walked around the new estate's freshly planted garden, and thought softly about the baby due to arrive any day now. She put her hands on a very huge stomach and sighed as she sat down quickly, seeing Erik arrive with an expression she would have very well feared if she did not know it was out of love.
Recently, about a month ago, Erik, Christine, Madame Giry, Meg and her new husband (who had returned to France pernamently) and Nalria had moved into this rather large estate in the middle of the United States. Christine was very frightened of all the storms and "tornadoes" as the Yankees called it. Erik frequently had to relax her with a cup of tea or a hug. Madame Giry was being courted by the town mayor of their little town in Indiana. Meg, just this morning, had announced that she was pregnant. Her husband apparently had not heard this news, for he had grabbed her and brought her upstairs. Nobody had seen them since.
Nalria was healing alongside Christine, but at a much slower rate. She was still haunted by memories of Raoul, and would still lapse into a dream-like state for hours, as nobody could get her out. Lately, that state was becoming less frequent and not as long, and everybody hoped she was recorvering.
Erik had just sat down next to Christine and then, a watery feeling began to seep past her legs. She stopped in turning to look at him, and felt a horrible pain in her abdomen."Erik..." she said softly. Erik looked completely and irrevocably frightened of what was about to be said. "It's time,"
Everyone was waiting in the room, hoping that Christine would stop screaming profanities at an already white Opera Ghost. Erik was sitting in a corner, half-seats under with a bottle of brandy on his knee. The bottle had gone from full, to half-empty in three hours and Madame Giry was thankful that she had watered the liquor down to make sure Erik wouldn't get himself completely drunk. Nalria sat in her chair, and started knitting. Meg looked at her, and asked, "How can you do that at a time like this?"
"Simple," Nalria replied, "I know Christine will be fine,"
Erik looked at her with bloodshot eyes and shaking hands and said softly, "And how, praytell, do you know all this?"
"Oh, that's right I never told you. My mom was a psychic and taught me tricks. Easy stuff for me now,"
Erik looked at her and then walked over to Madame Giry. He began to cry, weeping unmercifully. "What if she dies? It will all be my fault! And what if the baby is deformed?"
Suddenly, a baby's cries were heard and Erik got up to the door so fast no one noticed for a few seconds. Then Christine began crying again. Erik got worried, and then two more baby screams filled the air. The door opened ages later, and the doctor said wearily, "Congrats, mate, ya've gotten yourself some triplets there. Go see for ya'self,"
Erik ran into the room, and saw Christine holding three baby heads in blankets. One had a pink cap, and two had blue. Erik took one of the blue ones and cried some more. One of his sons was perfect. There were no ugly tear marks upon his skin. Christine looked like an exhausted Angel after he kissed her, and she handed him his other son.
His other son, too, had no scars. When both sons were in mommy's arms again, he reached for the girl, when Christine shook her head. Erik, hurt, drew back until he could see the face. He sucked in his breath, for this tiny little girl, with his eyes, and Christine;s hair, had his birth defect.
"Erik...I love her. She is ours, and ours alone. I don't care about her face," Christine said wearily, trying to stay awake. Erik sighed and kissed her gently.
"Names," Christine said softly. Erik looked at the first boy with brown eyes and black hair. He thought and said aloud, "Thenin Destler,"
Christine smiled and said, "Tithen Destler," as Erik kissed the boy's head. Then, they both looked a the little girl's head, and both whispered, "Morniel Destler, daughter of the dark," That was when Christine fell alseep, and when Erik's life began.
