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can you believe i am posting my 35th chappie? well i kant believe i've gone this far. i kan definately tell i have advanced as a riter since i first started this story. srry i'm blabbering. i hope you guyes absolutly luv tyhis really depressing chappie. well...here i go...
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Twinkle22: i know Christine's pregnant! YAY! erik has a good reaction and a very long one too. srry it took me so long, but at least i finally got there. hope you ENJOY
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Chapter Thirty-Five
What will Erik say?
He was playing the organ, composing, and stopped to go check on Christine. SHE WASN'T THERE! He looked around the lair, but could find her nowhere. WHERE COULD SHE BE? He checked the bedroom again, but she was still missing. He collapsed on the bed, and landed on something. IT WAS A NOTE!
It read:
Erik,
I went to see Antoinette. Don't worry, I'm feeling much better. I'll see you when we return, we're going out.
Love,
Christine
"Well thanks for telling me good-bye Christine," he said sardonically.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think you would be mad." She said from behind him.
He turned in surprise, "Worried is more the word."
"Well, I have good news. I just returned from the physician's office and found out what was wrong with me."
"Really?"
"Really, really."
"Well...tell me."
"Sit down first. Trust me, you'll want to."
"Okay. I'm sitting now tell me."
She sat down next to him. "Erik... I'm pregnant!"
Tears began streaming down his face. "Could you say that again. I need to hear it one more time, please," he said quietly, as he looked at the floor and the new puddle of tears forming.
"I'm pregnant?"she said now sounding saddened by her news.
He looked up at her, "What's wrong Christine? You cannot possibly be disappointed about this...can you?"
"I can when you are too." she said now crying herself.
"What?" he asked in total shock. "You think I'm upset about this? Christine how could I be? These are tears of joy not sadness." She looked into his eyes, they were filled with happiness. She smiled at him and dried her tears.
He stood and reached out his hand, "Come, I think it's about time I told you this." She took his hand and followed him.
He led her to the music room and they sat on the couch. "Christine...I think it's time you learned about my past." Shr looked at him, holding back her excitement, finally the long awaited truth.
"I'm not real sure where to begin, so I'll start at the very beginning. I was born in an upstairs room in my mother's house, my father already dead. I was immeadiately cast out. My mother paid no attention to me, my only friend her dog, Sasha. From the very beginning she could tell I was very smart. I could talk fully at age two and walk at seven months. I took a liking to music and when I was old enough she began teaching me how to play the piano. My talent quickly exceeded her own and so she hired me a private tutor, who's talent I quickly exceeded as well. I also took a liking to reading and was reading very advanced books for my age. My mother home schooled me. I never knew what a birthday was until I was five. I'm guessing Madame Perrault finally talked her into celebrating my birth, for that was my first and last celebration. My mother found a doctor as a suitor, Dr. Étienne Barye, I believe was his name. The older I got the more my mother seemed to act somewhat civil towards me. One night a mob attacked the house, they were after me. They killed Sasha and when I went to retrieve her they injured me as well. I didn't notice, I just quickly set to burying her body. Étienne arrived after the mob left and quickly set to cleaning,stitching and bandaging my wound. He then gave me a large dose of laundrum to help me sleep through the pain, it didn't work. While I was "sleeping" he tried to convince my mother to throw me into an isane asylum and runaway with him. But she stood up for me and refused for that to happen, she loved me,I didn't believe her. She cast him away and he never returned. That night after she had gone to bed, I ran. "He paused to dry his eyes, and then continued, "I wandered for days and came upon a gypsy campsite. I was caught and became part ot their traveling show, I was called the Living Corpse. For each audience I was forced to remove my mask. I finally approached my "manager" and showed him one of my many talents: Ventriloquism! He agreed to pay me a sum if I would make a flower sing and them remove my mask at the end. I lived in a cage and learned to love my solitude. One night I tried to runaway but was caught. I commited by first murder. I retrieved two horses and my bloodied knife. And once again I ran. I ran to... Christine are you okay?"
Chritine's face was stained with fresh tears, guilt in her eyes. She looked at him, "I never realized..." She stopped in mid-sentence, trying to swallow back tears.
"I'm sorry I upset you. I'll stop." He started to stand.
"No! Sit back down. I have been waiting a long time to hear this story, please continue."
"Okay, if you wish. Now where was I? Oh yes... I ran to Rome with two horses and my know bloodied knife. When I finally arrived I began venturing out at night to look at the beautiful masonary around the city. One night I was at a construction site and was caught by an old man, Giovanni, who worked with masonary. We slowly began bonding in a strange way. Every night we would meet in a new place around the city and he would show me and teach me about each little piece of masonary and architecture. But one night, I was about 12 then, he offered me an apprenticeship with him. I accepted kindly and he took me to live with him. I lived in his cellar for 2 years and then fled when he betrayed me and made me remove my mask and I killed his daughter...accidentally, of course. After I fled I began my own booth in a traveling show. I became a traveling magician.Then I was visited by my good friend...Nadir? " he had appeared in the doorway. "What are you doing here?"
"I believe I was told I could stay here. Where have you been, I could find you nowhere yesterday."
"We were forced to leave for safety reasons, BIG MISTAKE! When Chirstine became ill, we returned home and she was taken to a doctor."
"What was wrong?' he asked concerned.
Christine sat there silently, staring off into space, "It was just a symptom of her pregnancy," Erik siad somewhat worriedly.
"That is woderful! Congratulations!" Nadir said excitedly.
Christine still just sat there, tears slipping down her cheeks. "Sorry! She's a little upset right now. You just interrupted the most depressing time in my life...I met you. Well actually, I haven't quite yet, but were almost there."
"Ahh, got it! Well then I'll just leave you to your story." and he walked out of the room.
Erik looked at Christine pitifully, "Shall I finish my story?"
"Yes please."
"Is it okay if I tell it the quick way?"
"How is that?"
"Not near as much detail. Is that okay?"
"Perfectly fine," she sounded empty.
"Okay. Well Nadir was sent after me and took me to Russia, where I spent three years killing people just so the Knanum would be satisfied. I was her slave and could do nothing about it. When she became bored of my tricks I fled to protect my life. I returned to a small town in the Norther part of France. There I started a business, and became well know for what I did: Architecture and Masonary! After several years at the business I returned to my hometown of Boscherville and found that my mother died the day before I arrived. After that I went to Paris to find a Monsieur Garnier, who had won a contest to build the new Opera. Once I found him I offered to give my services to him. He accepted and I became his right hand man. I built the opera how I wanted based off of Monsieur Garnier's blueprints. It was perfect! I had a home and a job. I became the Opera Ghost. I lived successfully in the Opera throughout the war. Then you came along, and I first heard you sing. You voice was so meloncholy, I became obsessed, and slowly my obsession became love." Christine began sobbing uncontrolably. Erik wrapped his arms around her and continued. "Then you betrayed me for that boy! I was heart broken and destroyed. Then two years after that very day you returned, and I didn't know how to feel. You told me that you loved me, and with those two words my heart repaired itself. And them you came to live with me even though it risked your life." Christine's head was down and Erik knealed infront of her so he could look her in the eyes. "I love you more then you can imagine Christine." He placed his hand on her belly. "And I never thought the day would come when I would have my wife bear my child." He wiped away the tears that were running down her cheeks. "Christine, what's wrong? You seem sad."
"I feel so guilty." she said sadly.
"Don't feel sorry for me, it's not like my life was that important."
"But it is Erik. Nobody had the right to treat you like they did. And that goes for me too. I'm not good enough for you Erik!" she broke down into hysterics.
He sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around her,him now crying as well,"No Christine, I'm the one that's not good enough for you."
