Sorry for the lack of update but I should tell you for the first time in my life I am moving away from my home. I travel and move a lot, but I've always had the same house to come back too and now I don't so it's been a little hectic. But anyways here you go. Another lovely chapter.

My disclaimer should not be needed anymore and I lack the creativeness to create a usefull one at such a time as now. Enjoy the update.

"Well, well, well- look who finally decided to grace our presence. Good morning Mon Cheri I'm glad to see you are awake. After last night I was a little worried I might have hurt you getting you out the window. Of course I wouldn't have if your lug of a husband hadn't decided to put that Punjab lasso around my neck, little good that it did."

My head had never hurt so much when I woke up, and I could barely see a thing as my eyes slowly adjusted to the light and I had to squint to look at everything as it came into focus. Instinctively I moved my hands up to rub the weariness from my eyes. It did me little good when I noticed that my hands were chained to the chair in which I sat, and that around my stomach and legs were more chains that bound me to the chair. The room was a dark prison cell almost. The brick walls covered in pictures of me, most hand drawn, others made from clay among other things. It was like a shrine tucked away in the corner, and in front of me stood the priest, eerie blue eyes glowing back at me behind a mass of dark hair.

A Few Hours Earlier

"Chris, has anything been troubling you of late?" Erik was behind me as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, a light night dress that barely covered anything fell off my shoulders and to my thighs; my hand clasped around my necklace as I looked at my reflection. I didn't recognize myself. It had been a month now, the children already starting to grow into the gorgeous adults they would be. They were no longer covered in the red hair that had been there when they were born; thick wavy wisps that were more like their fathers were starting to become visible from the top of their heads. What we had thought would be more like my hair would only be so in color.

Even so, the woman I now looked at wasn't the woman she once had been and I was startled. I hadn't noticed until then that my hair was one solid color, or that I had lost a tremendous amount of weight. I had been skinny before, yes, but now it was like looking at some sickly actress from what had been my present days, or a woman of present day France.

"No, why would you ask? Everything's fine and always has been, in fact it's better." I said turning around and looking at Erik before he took me up and into his arms. I could tell already that he didn't believe me.

"Chris we need to talk."

"And what about?"

"You know and stop beating around the bush, you've changed. We both have but I haven't gone to the lengths to change my appearance as well. You've taken out your braids and the color; you weigh almost half of what you did even before the birth, even the way you act. You refuse to try and pick my mind much as I have done of late

"Well-"

"Perhaps you find it inappropriate in front of company? We never have company accept for when you try to invite over Laura and her husband, you've alienated yourself from the town. You're turning-"

"I'm what… turning into the perfect Nineteenth century wife? Isn't that what you wanted, the perfect wife and a normal life. Well I'm trying to give it to you why are you questioning that?" I was looking at him hurt, my eyes holding confusion as my brows met at the center of my head. Even now I could see his frustration and held onto the roar I knew was about to come out of him. Riegal promptly left the room as well. Well thanks for sticking by my side Ry

"Yes but I also want my Chris back. You even go by your full name and look at me funny when I call you Chris. You hardly talk to Riegal, and all you do is sing to the children and spend time with them. Isn't it enough that I want to spend time with you too?" He was yelling now and had taken a step back as I ducked my head down and avoided his icy glare.

"I just want what is best for them and yelling won't help the situation. I don't want them to live through what I did. All my parents did was fight and I want them to see that we love each other and we are happy."

"That's how we loved each other Chris, that's how we are and I liked it that way. Look at you, Chris would be fuming and yet you cower in front of me. When have you ever cowered?" Erik's hand was pointed out at me and waving at me as if I was some dog and yet I couldn't bring myself to yell back.

"I can't afford to act the way I once did anymore Erik and neither can you, sure it's how we loved each other but will they understand that? They'll only think we like to fight and … make love." I had to catch myself before I swore, and for a first I noticed how Erik didn't like it

"What were you going to say? Fuck. See you don't even swear."

"Erik just stop it you don't want to go to bed angry like this."

"NO! No I won't stop look at you, you're…. you're starting to look like some ballet rat so gaunt like that. I'll sleep on the couch honey."

Erik had stormed out the next second.

"Erik… oh… uh" I couldn't even swear it was like part of me had locked it up. But I didn't want them to hear. Hours later I was asleep, but my pillow was soaked.

Erik's POV

It was dark as the clock sounded off that it was one in the morning, and yet I couldn't sleep. I lay on the soft velvet sofa in my music room, the piano tucked to a side against the wall along with Chris' guitar and a violin. Music had been strewn everywhere once before, but now it was painfully clean. Not a speck could be found on the ground. I hadn't meant to yell, and I certainly hadn't wanted to be on the couch, but this wasn't what I had wanted. I never wanted for Chris to change like this for me, or for our children. I didn't understand but then again I did. It was like things were going backwards. I knew that women were insecure much as I was, and that they would do anything after they first made love with their husbands or lovers to keep them, but for Chris she was changing after we had children when she had been much the same woman after our first night. I just wish I could turn her back into the person she once was and who she was.

Riegal came in moments later and sat next to me with his head resting at the edge of the couch, both his ears back on his head and his tail between his legs.

"You too?

He just whined and turned around to settle before the fireplace as I got up and circled the room. I couldn't even write with this much aggravation. Before long I found myself in the children's room, both of them tucked away and leaning towards each other as they slept in separate cradles. There small hands clasped around the bars that kept them from rolling out of bed at such a young age. I had made them myself with Chris' help until she had stopped and said that she shouldn't be building such things with me. That was when she had started to change.

Even now I could reach out to them and feel that much better and that much father away from Chris. Not even a year of marriage and things were starting to fall apart around us, and I couldn't see any way around getting her back to herself. She was so determined to protect out children she was risking herself and it was going to kill her in the end.

I felt like my stomach was falling away from me and I stood over them rocking there cradles hoping for some comfort. I was getting none. In fact I was feeling sicker by the moment and something felt wrong. The air in the house had dropped a few degrees and even the candles had dimmed. It was usually quite bright outside even at night, thanks to the light of the moon and the millions of stars that could be seen. Something Chris was always fond of because city lights in the future soon made the stars fade. But even now the light had faded, as if a cloud had covered the moon.

It was then that I heard a soft sound of feet touching the ground, but they couldn't have been Chris'. They were too heavy for hers. I ran to her room only to find that it was empty. Something was off. A knock behind my head quickly told me that as I fell to my feet only to find Chris being pulled out of bed as she fought off the thief.

"Erik!"

I didn't waste a second in grabbing for my Punjab lasso behind the wardrobe and throwing it around his neck. He was pulled back and fell to the ground only to slam the wardrobe door open in my face. Chris had grabbed a coat rack and hit him across the head, his body falling to the ground before he jumped up like a cat and grabbed her around the neck slamming her against the wall and over his shoulder. It was as if everything was moving in slow motion and I was helpless to stop it as I got up and grabbed him from behind. The man was small and looked familiar but before long I had been pushed with amazing strength against the wall.

"I don't think you'll be wanted where I'm taking her so why don't you stay." Like that the lights of my world went out with a vision of Riegal jumping at the man. I never saw what became of the loyal wolf. I had blacked out with a tremendous amount of pain shooting through my head and stomach. The black eyes shifting to blue and the long dark hair the last thing I remembered.

omfg it feels so great to leave evil cliffy hanger of doom once more. ahahah back to old days and this will be the last time that I update from my lovely little corner in my room. I feel so sad since this story fist came to be in my lovely little computer corner. GAH OMFG I'M REMEBERING IT ALL IT'S SO SAD WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!