Rekindling the Music of the Night

By: K.C. Vaillancourt

Disclaimer - You know the drill…I do not own anything associated with The Phantom of the Opera and have no affiliation with ALW, Leroux, or Kay. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, and songs are the property of their respective owners. No profit is being made from this story and no copyright infringement is intended. This is purely for my enjoyment and the enjoyment of others.

Just as a quick warning I do edit all my work before I post and have people read my work but there still may be some grammar mistakes. I apologize for them in advance.

Author Note – Thank you all for taking the time to read, review, follow, or favorite my Phanfic. I can't thank you enough for making this story such a success. Without you this story wouldn't be what it is.

Happy New Year! Welcome to 2018 and finally a new chapter! I'm so sorry for the long, long wait between updates. I have been struggling with my mental health a lot this year. As much as I didn't want to, I took a break from writing to focus on getting back to where I was. It's been an uphill battle figuring things out but I finally saw the light at the end of a long dark tunnel. I am not 100% yet but I have found my muse again and feel ready to continue Erik and Christine's journey.

I want to take a moment to thank everyone who reviewed or messaged me their support. Your encouraging words were helpful and appreciated.

Of course because I stepped away I had to reacquaint myself with my story which took a little bit. Some things in this chapter might not exactly reflect the era and I apologize in advance for any liberties I take or inaccuracies there are. Please keep in mind I'm writing in the vein of historical fiction.

Since this is still Erik and Christine's wedding day this chapter is a bit song heavy but for them I felt it could go no other way. It took me a long time and a lot of putting songs in and then taking them out to finally decide on ones I felt fit. Some are more modern but I think they do justice to this couple.

The songs in this chapter are "Turning Page" by Sleeping at Last (piano cover version), "I'll Keep You Safe" by Sleeping at Last (Piano version), "How Does A Moment Last Forever?" by Celine Dion (Piano version sung by a male), "Trust in Me" by Scarlett Johansson, "My World Is Beginning Today" by Robie Lester (Some lyrics changed), "Down Once More" by Andrew Lloyd Webber (Only the end of the song), "Music of the Night" by Andrew Lloyd Webber (Some lyrics changed)

Now on with our story, I really hope when you reach the end of this chapter you feel it was worth the wait!


Our World Is Beginning Today

"Did you hear the Comet De Chagny bought the Opera Populaire?" Danielle whispered glancing at Philippe, who was engaged in conversation with M. Firmin.

"I'm sorry..." Christine said abruptly leaving her conversation with Marie to join Danielle and Renee. "Did you say Philippe bought the opera house?"

"I'm surprised you hadn't heard." Renee replied. "But I suppose you've been a bit busy with other things."

"We have indeed." Christine said putting her water glass down on a nearby table and resting a hand on her stomach. "Do either of you know what he plans to do with it?"

"He hasn't made a formal announcement yet." Danielle said.

"The rumors in Paris are that he plans to restore it to its former glory." Renee said.

"Another attempt to absolve the De Chagny name." Christine assumed.

"All a waste of time and money if you ask me." Marie said. "I don't care how many charitable contributions he's made of late, nothing will erase what his brother did from people's minds."

"Whatever his motives I think it's wonderful that the Opera Populaire won't be left in ruins." Christine said. "Although I can't imagine he's planning on running it himself with all the other obligations he has."

"He's not." A familiar voice spoke up from behind them. "I am."

"Meg!" Christine exclaimed turning around. "How did this come about?"

"I met with Philippe a few weeks ago. He told me what he'd done and during our conversation asked if I'd be willing to manage it. My first instinct was to say no but as we talked I thought about what an important part the opera house played not only in my life, but my mother's, and I couldn't bring myself to refuse."

"And you neglected to tell us any of this because you didn't want it to overshadow our wedding day."

"Yes, but when Phillippe arrived I knew the gossip wouldn't be far behind. Christine I'm so…"

"Don't you dare apologize. This is wonderful news." Christine said pulling her into a hug. "As for the gossip, I don't care, nothing could ruin this…" She trailed off and felt her heart begin to race when she saw Erik being approached by someone in a hooded cloak.

Erik stared at the woman in front of him as she removed her hood revealing long auburn hair. From his years of experience, he could tell it was a finely crafted wig. He was taken aback when he saw the black mask covering the left side of her face.

"You're not the only one who covers their imperfections with a mask." She said. "My name is Nicole Destler, and I sought you out because I had hoped to see my twin brother get married."

Erik heard a gasp and looked up to see Christine standing behind Nicole her eyes wide. He swept past the woman claiming to be his sister taking his wife's hand. "Are you alright ma Cherie?"

"I'm, I'm fine." She assured him unable to take her eyes off Nicole. "Did this woman say she was your sister?" Erik nodded. "I always thought. I mean I never asked, but I assumed you were an only child."

"I am." Erik said placing an arm around Christine and studying the masked woman in front of them. She was about 5'7 and he could see a few strands of brittle blonde hair escaping from under her wig. Like most did about him, he wondered what laid beneath her mask. But what struck him most about her were her eyes. They were a light sea green with small specks of brown like his own. A rare color in this part of the world. He thought.

"I apologize for intruding on a day as special as this." Nicole said. "I understand my arrival and revelation must come as a shock."

"That's certainly one word for it." Christine whispered.

"I have another." Erik said. "Deception."

"What?" Nicole said shaking her head. "I would never…"

"This has the foul stench of Raoul De Chagny's name all over it." Erik hissed, disgusted to speak that name on today of all days. "Does he think after all he's done I would be so easily fooled? Does he want to prove that even from his cell he will exact vengeance? What were you supposed to do? Get close to me and kill me? Kidnap my wife, or perhaps wait until our child is born and attempt to take it."

"I understand how it could look that way given I am an absolute stranger to you." Nicole replied. "I've heard the gossip in Paris and I was one of many in attendance at his trial. I know the horrors you were forced to endure and see why you would think my intentions for seeking you out are part of a larger plot."

"Do you have any proof of your claim?" Erik asked.

"I do." Nicole replied bringing a hand up to her mask.

"Wait!" Christine said.

"It's alright. I'm not ashamed of what's under my mask."

"I understand and I mean you no offense but I think it would be better if we took this somewhere private." Christine explained noticing the conversation around them had become hushed. "There's no need to feed the gossip mill anymore then we already have."

Erik had been so shocked by Nicole's claim he'd almost forgotten they weren't the only ones in the house. "We can go up to the guest room." He said and led Christine up the stairs.

As soon as she heard the click of the door close behind them Nicole decided not to waste time. She put the satchel she was carrying on the dressing table next to her along with her cloak and carefully removed her mask and wig. She took a deep breath and turned around revealing a deformity almost identical to Erik's.

Erik felt Christine's fingers entwine with his own and he gave her hand a squeeze while his eyes stayed fixed on Nicole. Aside from the fact she was a woman and her deformity was on the left side of her face everything was the same. From her eyes, to the mangled red flesh shielded by a mask, to thin brittle blonde hair hidden by a wig.

"Is this proof enough?" She asked and waited for one of them to respond but neither said a word. "My mother, Sophie, warned me that if I found you it may not be the happy reunion I envisioned."

"Sophie." Erik said barely above a whisper.

"Excuse me?"

"You said your mother's name was Sophie." Erik replied coming out of his shock. The suspicions about her motives returning. "My mother's name was Celine."

"Sophie was what you would call my adoptive mother."

"How did you come to be in someone else's care?" Christine asked.

"She was one of our mother's mid wives." Nicole explained relived that at least Christine seemed willing to hear her story. "After giving birth to Erik our mother was so, horrified, that when I came along Sophie told her I was stillborn and took me to raise as her own. When I was twenty-four she became ill and before she died she told me the truth about where I came from." She paused for a moment looking Erik directly in the eyes. "She wanted to take you as well but our mother wouldn't allow it. Sophie told me she was deeply religious and felt it went against god to give you away."

Erik couldn't help but laugh at his mother's hypocrisy. "Her belief in God didn't stop her from selling me to a band of gypsies to be rid of me."

Christine put a hand on his shoulder and looked at Nicole. "If you know what we've been through then you know how hard we had to fight to get to this day. Perhaps you should come back another time before bringing up any more painful…"

"No." Erik cut in.

"Erik." Christine said looking at him with concern clear in her eyes. "You don't have to do this today."

"Yes I do." He said. "I need to know." He whispered and turned back to Nicole. "Please, continue."

"After Sophie's funeral, I decided to leave my home in Rouen and try to find my family. It took a few years but I finally found someone in Calais who knew what had become of Celine Destler. She'd left the city years before and relocated to Paris. When I found her she'd taken refuge in a convent, living a life of silence and solitude in an attempt to atone for her many transgressions. As soon as she saw me and the mask I wore she knew who I was. She confirmed that what Sophie had told me was true and then went on to tell me about you." She paused for a moment. "I doubt it will mean much but she did tell me how much she regretted everything she'd done and that if she could have taken it back…"

"Why didn't she come back for her son after selling him to the gypsies?" Christine asked.

"She did." Nicole revealed. "Before she left Calais she tried to return the money they'd given her and get Erik back. The clan refused and went as far as threatening her life if she ever returned. Apparently our particular deformity is quite rare and the gypsies refused to part with you. She couldn't face the guilt of returning to the home she'd shared with you, so she left. She almost went back to her remaining family in Paris but was too ashamed of what she'd done. She thought in a convent she might find some peace from the guilt that plagued her."

"If you expect me to forgive or feel any sympathy for her…" Erik began.

"Please, don't mistake my calm demeaner as acceptance or approval for what she did to you. While I was searching for my family I imagined all kinds of reunion scenarios and how happy we'd be together. I never in my wildest dreams thought my birth mother would be a person capable of such cruelty. I could barely look at her after she told me. It wasn't long after that that she asked me to leave and not return." She took a moment to rummage through her satchel and pulled out an envelope. "Before I left she asked me to give you this if I ever found you."

Erik took the envelope, it was worn and yellowed from age. He turned it over and saw an unbroken crimson wax seal, a fleur-de-lis underneath an ornate D. "The Destler family crest." He whispered. The last time I saw this was when I was a boy. He thought. Even though the ink on the front had faded he recognized the handwriting as his mother's which simply read, Erik. He was tempted to tear it up or throw it in the fire that was crackling behind them and tell Nicole to leave but before he could do either he felt a soft hand on his cheek.

"Before you do something you can't take back I think you should read it." Christine said. "You said you needed to know. Perhaps this will give you the answers."

Erik mulled her words over for a moment and with a sigh opened the envelope. As he unfolded the paper he stared at the perfect penmanship of his mother.


Erik,

I honestly do not know where to begin. However, if this letter has found its way to you then it can only mean one thing, your sister found me and now has found you. I'm sure her arrival must be shocking, but I have known about her existence since the day she was born.

Sophie, one of my midwives, told me she was stillborn. But I heard the cries of my daughter as she was whisked away from the house. I was so distraught over your deformity that I let Sophie leave with her.

In hindsight I should have let her take you as well. You could have had a chance at the life I dreamed for you rather then the hell I offered you. I forced you to live a life no child should endure. I locked you in the guest room of a home that should have been safe. I beat you with instruments no child should see and when offered money I traded you like a commodity.

Over these long years I have had time to reflect on my life and all the poor choices I made. I have my doubts that you ever tried to find out more about your family but you should know this. I had an older sister, your aunt Sabine. Like you, her face was imperfect. Your grandparents took her to any doctor in France that would see her, none of them could explain why she was born the way she was or know of any way to fix it. Because of the ridicule she faced from the outside world she took her own life on her Twenty First birthday. I was so devastated by the loss that I left my home and proceeded to destroy my life. I realize now that I took out the rage I felt for my sister leaving me on you.

The guilt I carry for how I treated my own son will never relent and I know I will carry it to the grave. I suppose living out my days in guilt ridden solitude is a fit punishment. I doubt even god will forgive the wrong I have done. I know an apology will never suffice and I would not be fool enough to expect your forgiveness. I do want you to know that I love you and there has not been a day that has passed that I have not thought of you.

I pray you have been able to have a good life and find happiness. I hope that my treatment of you did not harden your heart and you were able to find someone who will love you as you deserve to be loved. I know I have no right to request anything of you but I hope you have room in your life and heart to allow yourself to get to know your sister. If you cannot I blame no one but myself.

I feel I have rambled on enough and I am sure you are tired of my words. If you have read this far I thank you and again wish you the happy life I did not provide for you.


Erik turned the page over expecting a bit more but found nothing. She mustn't have known how to say good-bye. He concluded. He started to read the letter again. When I was boy I used to hear her at the end of each night praying to god for forgiveness for how she'd treated me. He thought as he read. It didn't stop her the next day, but she was so ashamed that I'm fairly certain only her and I would know the dark secrets of that house. He handed the letter to Christine and looked at Nicole. She'd put her wig and mask back on and was placing what he assumed was make up back in her satchel. It's true. He thought. Everything she's said since she arrived has been the truth. "I have a sister." He whispered closing the gap between them.

Nicole nodded letting a tear slide down her cheek. "Yes."

"I have a sister." He repeated pulling her into a tight embrace.

Christine wiped the tears she hadn't realized were falling from her cheeks as she watched their reunion. All you ever wanted was a family. She thought. Now you have more then you ever could have asked for.

"I tried to find you after I left the convent." Nicole said. "I asked anyone who would listen and even tried to find the gypsies but everything led to nothing. You were a ghost. I ended up settling down in Beauvais. I didn't want to give up my search, but in my travels I met someone. We fell in love and he helped me see I needed to live my life. That you'd want me to, and if I was meant to find you I would. Then a few months ago I was in Paris and heard your name as I walked past a group of gossiping women."

"You said you were at the trial. Why didn't you reveal yourself to me then?"

"I wanted to, but I was afraid and didn't want to intrude on the life you'd built. Then I heard about your wedding and I just, I just wanted to see you get married. After your usher refused to allow me in I was going to sneak away but I couldn't. This might sound selfish since it's your wedding day but I knew if I left without trying one more time I'd regret it."

"I'm delighted you decided to stay."

"So am I." Christine said pulling Nicole into a hug. "Welcome to our family."

"Thank you." Nicole replied.

"Do you know what happened to Celine?" Christine asked.

"I went back to the convent a week or so later. I wanted her to know I didn't hate her. The people at the convent told me she'd died two days before."

"I don't know that we'd ever go to pay our respects but do you know where she's buried?"

"I made sure she was laid to rest in the Destler mausoleum just outside Paris. If you like I could take you there…"

"That won't be necessary." Erik said. "I have no interest in visiting the grave of my torturer. Besides, I've been there before."

"You have?" Christine asked and then realized. "It's in the same cemetery as the Daae mausoleum."

"Yes, it's a bit further back then your father's. I happened upon it the day you went to…" He stopped not wanting to continue on this path to the past.

"I'd love to keep talking and getting to know you both of you but I believe I have monopolized enough of your time." Nicole said. "After all this is your day."

"Nonsense." Christine responded. "You're family."

"I appreciate your kindness but I'm sure there are many others waiting to congratulate you. Besides this is a day to be joyous. I don't want to continue to darken that by bringing up any more painful memories or people."

"We've put it behind us." Erik assured her. "Honestly your arrival has made this day more special than I thought possible."

All three of them looked over when they heard the door open. Meg entered the room eyeing Nicole suspiciously. "I'm sorry to interrupt but your absence downstairs is becoming a bit conspicuous. I'm not sure how much more Roger or I can do to stop the rumors circulating as to what's going on up here."

"Don't people have anything better to do then speculate about business that's none of theirs." Christine snapped, then sighed. "I'm sorry Meg. Would you please have the caterer begin serving dinner and we'll join you in a moment?"

"I did, about an hour ago."

"Oh my, I didn't realize it'd been that long. Well before we return to our guests, Meg Giry I'd like to introduce you to Nicole Destler…"

"My sister." Erik finished.

"Sister!" Meg exclaimed looking from Nicole to Erik and vice versa.

"Yes." Erik said. "It's a long story for another day." He turned to Nicole. "We'd be delighted if you'd join us at the reception."

"I'd like to, I really would but I have to get back home. I've already been gone for two days and my boys can't seem to get a good night's rest if I'm not there with their father to tuck them in."

"Your boys." Erik said. "I have nephews."

"Twin nephews." Nicole revealed. "Alexander and Corbin."

"You must be as anxious to get back to them as they are for you to return." Christine said. "Why don't we escort you out and set up a time for all of us to get together."

"I'd like that." Nicole said and after gathering her things they left the room.

Erik stopped them halfway down the stairs clearing his throat to get everyone's attention. "On behalf of Christine and myself I'd like to apologize for our absence. I'd also like to extinguish any rumors about the identity of the woman next to Meg. Her name is Nicole Destler and she is my sister." The room began to hum with whispers and Erik couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Meg left them to help Roger while Erik and Christine took Nicole to her carriage. Christine excused herself wanting to send Nicole home with food from the reception and give them a moment alone.

"The rest of my family and I should be able to come back next week." Nicole said. "Unless that's too soon. I'm sure you and Christine have a wonderful honeymoon planned."

"No actually. After talking with her doctor we decided a honeymoon was an unnecessary risk." Erik explained. He was silent for a moment before asking her the question that'd been at the forefront of his mind as soon as she told him she had children. "Your boys, my nephews, are they…"

"Corbin inherited our deformity, Alex didn't." She told him. "I'm sorry. I know that's probably not the answer you were hoping for."

"From whoever came before, to our aunt, to us, this deformity seems to run in our family. It was foolish of me to think it possible my child would escape it."

"Erik, I know it was ingrained in you from birth that our deformity is some kind of curse or punishment to be ashamed of but it's not."

"Then what is it."

"It's simply a physical reality that has nothing to do with who we are. One of my sons has it and one doesn't but they are both healthy happy boys. I'm sure the same will be true for your child."

"It's interesting that you have such an open point of view yet you still wear a mask."

"Only when I feel a situation warrants it."

"I apologize, that was rude. We've lived different lives. It isn't my place to question you."

"It's ok." Nicole assured him. "I understand your fears. We never want to do anything that could hurt our children. But this is something..."

"No one can control." Erik said. "Christine's told me the same thing."

"She's a smart woman. I had your same worries before my boys were born and I can promise you one thing. When you look at your child for the first time, deformed or not, all you'll see is beauty and love." She paused. "I suppose I should warn you now, Alex and Corbin just turned five which seems to have imbued them with endless energy along with a knack for destruction."

Erik couldn't hold back a laugh. "Well hopefully they'll be too busy with the gifts that will be waiting for them to do much damage."

"Oh Erik you don't have to do that."

"We know." Christine said handing Nicole the basket she'd packed. "But we have a few years of missed birthdays and holidays to make up for."

"My boys are going to be even more spoiled then they already are." Nicole said with a laugh. "Christine, I didn't want to before without asking but would you mind if I…"

"Of course not." Christine responded. She took Nicole's hand and placed it on her belly. It wasn't long before the baby kicked.

"That was a strong one." Nicole observed. "Has everything been progressing well?"

"It seems to be." Christine said. Her smile widened when she felt another strong kick. "He or She's been quite active today."

"With all the excitement I'm not surprised. Well, you have a reception to return to and I have lengthy journey ahead of me."

After numerous hugs and goodbyes they watched Nicole's carriage disappear in the distance. Erik turned to Christine caressing her cheek with his thumb and pulling her into deep kiss before starting back toward the house. "Our reception awaits."

"Wait." Christine said. "Before we go back in I must know, are you alright?"

"I never thought I'd get the answers to the questions I had and honestly it is a lot to take in but the good far outweighs any negative feelings our conversation with Nicole brought to the surface. Part of me still can't fathom that I have a sister, a brother-in-law, nephews..."

"And you're alright knowing one of your nephews…"

"I should have known you'd hear that." He sighed. "I didn't want to dampen your happiness with my fears. Now that we know my deformity is hereditary it's more likely our child will have it."

"If he or she does will we love them any less?"

"Of course not!" Erik said placing a hand on her stomach. "I already love this child to the moon and back."

"Then there's nothing to worry about." Christine said placing a hand on his masked cheek. "Our child will be loved and happy no matter their appearance."

Erik pulled her into one more kiss before they continued hand in hand back toward the house. Javert was the first to approach them after they walked in the door. "Congratulations." He said shaking Erik's hand and kissing Christine on the cheek.

"Thank you." Christine said. "We missed you at the ceremony."

"Unfortunately it couldn't be helped. But I have a feeling you'll be happy with the news I have." Javert said. "It's about Rao…"

"I think that name has been spoken enough for today." Erik said glancing at Christine.

She looked up at Erik squeezing his hand. "It's alright." She assured him and turned back to Javert. "What news do you have about Raoul?"

"He was sentenced today. He will be spending the rest of his life behind prison walls." He lowered his voice to a whisper. "There are rumors that the Comte De Chagny called in quite a few favors to ensure his brother would not face the gallows."

"There's no need for whispers. His pathetic excuse for a brother is getting exactly what he deserves." Erik said. "Thank you for letting us know."

"Consider it an additional wedding gift." Javert said. "Congratulations again on your marriage, I wish you both years of happiness."

"Thank you." Christine said and as Javert walked away she pulled Erik into the shadows of the porch.

"Christine is something the matter?"

She shook her head. "I know you thought hearing about Raoul would upset me after last night but I'm more concerned about your thoughts on this news."

"I know after what happened I wanted him dead but you were right. He's received a fate far worse then death."

"And Philippe's involvement?"

"I expected it. He was determined to keep me from killing Raoul in Calais. I assumed he'd pull whatever strings he could to ensure his brother would remain alive." Erik said taking her hand and smiling as he felt her wedding band brush his skin. "That's all behind us now. This is our wedding day. I say we continue to enjoy it."

Christine leaned up and pulled him into one last kiss before they emerged from their hiding place. They made the rounds from table to table mingling with their guests. As promised Philippe bid them farewell before he left to return to Paris but Christine kept him awhile longer with questions about the opera house.

"Restoration is set to begin after the first of the year." Philippe said. "I have not worked out all the details yet, but I welcome suggestions from both of you and of course should you choose to stay in France you will always be welcome there as my guests."

"Do you have any plans to venture beneath the opera house?" Erik asked.

"My architect asked me the same question recently and as I told him I have no desire to incur the wrath of any ghosts that may be lingering. He was relieved, and I expect you are as well."

"Indeed I am. I would hate for anyone under your employ to fall victim to a stray trap left by the opera ghost or become lost in the labyrinth."

"If you have any information on how to avoid an, incident, I'd be grateful."

"Next time we're Paris I will do what I can to assist you."

"That is much appreciated. Now, I really must be going."

"Travel safely and we'll see you next time we're Paris." Christine said. "Thank you so much for coming."

"I wish you both a lifetime of happiness." Philippe said kissing Christine's hand and shaking Erik's before heading out the door.

"I was so excited about the restoration of the opera house I didn't think of the dangers that still exist there."

"Don't worry my love. I will do everything I can to ensure the opera house is safe."

"That would be a welcome change." M. Firmin said walking up to them. "I know many who have already said restored or not they will not set foot inside the Opera Populaire."

"Surely you're not one of those people." Christine said.

"I am indeed."

"But." Christine lowered her voice to whisper. "You know the truth. There's nothing to fear."

"That may be so. But the memories will always haunt me. Which is why I've decided to bid farewell to France."

"Where will you go?" Erik asked.

"London. I've always wanted to venture there and thanks to your generosity I can."

"I will forever be grateful for your assistance and I apologize for the scars my actions left on you." Erik said holding out his hand.

"The fault is not yours alone." He replied shaking Erik's hand. "La Carlotta's shrill screams are never far from my mind."

Christine giggled. "It helps if you picture her as a toad."

They all laughed and after assuring them he would write once he was settled M. Firmin said his goodbyes.

"You are full of surprises my masked friend." Nadir said when he saw them entering the kitchen. He nodded his head in thanks to the man handing him a glass and took a sip of his brandy. "In all of our conversations you never mentioned a sister."

"I only found out about her existence today." Erik replied handing Christine a glass of water and taking a flute of champagne for himself. They exited the kitchen and sat together at a table by the sitting room fireplace. Erik told Nadir about what had transpired when they went upstairs with Nicole.

"I am delighted you got the answers to questions you brooded over for so many years." He said. "Christine, I hope you are feeling well."

"Very well thank you." She replied. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"I am and I must thank you again for the invitation." He looked at Erik. "I know we have had our differences."

"You were only trying to help me see what I refused to. I would be a fool to fault a friend for speaking the truth."

"I consider myself lucky to be among the few who hold that title." Nadir said reaching into his coat. He pulled out a small rectangular box and handed it to Christine. "My intention was to give this to you when we last met but it took a bit longer to have made than I anticipated."

Christine opened the box revealing a gold chain with a gold diamond encrusted infinity charm. "Oh Nadir this is beautiful." She said taking it out the box and with Erik's help put it on.

"The infinity symbol represents a never-ending loop symbolizing eternity, empowerment, and everlasting love."

"I will treasure this." Christine said placing a hand over the necklace.

"A beautiful gift for a beautiful bride. I wish you both all the best as you embark on this wonderful adventure together."

"Thank you." Erik said.

A gentle clink on glass echoed throughout the room and soon became a chorus as everyone joined in. Christine smiled as Erik's lips met hers. When they parted they turned their attention to the ringleader.

"I think this is the part of the day I've been most nervous about." Meg said feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. "You'd think I would've been more anxious about singing in front of all of you earlier but no its this, right here." She took a moment to try to calm her racing heart and gather her thoughts. "I've been fortunate enough to know Christine most of my life. She became a part of my family when she was young and since then we've been sisters. I haven't known Erik as long but from the moment I met him I knew he was a special man. Thinking back now I can't imagine two people more suited for each other." She paused holding back the tears welling up in her eyes. "I've known them separately and together. To know them as a couple is to know that you are in the presence of true love. They are partners, soulmates, and will no doubt be amazing parents. If everyone would please join me, I'd like to raise my glass to Christine and Erik and this new chapter they are starting together. I can think of no two people better prepared for the journey."

"Here, here." Roger said raising his glass before taking a sip of his champagne. "If all of you would be so kind as to follow me, it's time for the bride and groom's first dance."

To Christine's surprise they ventured back outside toward the backyard. Like the house it had been transformed into a beautiful dance space. A wooden floor had been built over the grass and candle chandeliers hung from four wooden posts circled with ivy that wove into a canopy above them with more candles hanging in the center of the ivy ceiling. Just off to the right sat a young man at a grand piano draped in red roses and white wisteria.

Erik twirled Christine around on the dance floor and took her in his arms as the pianist began to play a soft romantic melody. "I've waited a hundred years." He sang. "But I'd wait a million more for you. Nothing prepared me for, what the privilege of being yours would do. If I had only felt the warmth within your touch. If I had only seen how you smile when you blush. Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough. Well I would have known, what I was living for all along. What I've been living for. Your love is my turning page, where only the sweetest words remain. Every kiss is a cursive line. Every touch is a redefining phrase. I surrender who I've been for who you are. For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart. If I had only felt how it feels to be yours. Well I would have known, what I've been living for all along. What I've been living for."

Christine giggled as Erik picked her up and spun her around. When her feet touched the ground he pulled her toward him wrapping his arms around her so her back was on his chest and they swayed to the music. Christine let her head fall back on his chest and she closed her eyes, the music filling her spirit. She felt Erik's warm breath on her neck as he rested his head on her shoulder. "This reminds me of our music of the night." She whispered.

"Now you're the one inside my mind." He responded.

"Though we're tethered, to the story we must tell." The pianist continued. "When I saw you, well I knew we'd tell it well. With a whisper, we will tame the vicious seas. Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees."

The pianist bowed his head in thanks while changing his sheet music as everyone applauded. "I'll keep you safe." He sang. Roger held out his hand to Meg glancing at the dance floor. She nodded taking his hand and it wasn't long before others followed suit. "Try hard to concentrate. Hold out your hand. Can you feel the weight of it? The whole world at your fingertips. Don't be, don't be afraid. Our mistakes they were bound to be made, but I promise you I'll keep you safe."

"You'll be an architect, so pull up your sleeves. And build a new silhouette. In the skylines up ahead. Don't be, don't be afraid. Our mistakes they were bound to be made, but I promise you I'll keep you safe. I'll keep you safe."

"Darkness will be rewritten, into a work of fiction, you'll see. As you pull on every ribbon, you'll find every secret it keeps. The sound of the branches breaking under your feet. The smell of the falling and burning leaves. The bitterness of winter or the sweetness of spring. You are an artist and your heart is your masterpiece. And I'll keep it safe."

"Dismiss the invisible. By giving it shape. Like a clockmaker fixes time. By keeping the gears in line. Don't be, don't be afraid. God knows that mistakes will be made, but I promise you I'll keep you safe."

Christine's eyes never left Erik's as they waltzed across the dance floor her vision becoming clouded with tears. I love you. She mouthed as he dipped her.

And I you. He mouthed back spinning her around.

"As you build up your collection. Of pearls that you pulled from the deep. A landscape more beautiful than anything that I've ever seen. The sound of the branches breaking under your feet. The smell of the falling and burning leaves. The bitterness of winter or the sweetness of spring. You are an artist and your heart is your masterpiece. And I'll keep it safe."

The pianist let the melody of the keys fade away and smiled, bowing his head as everyone applauded. Christine reluctantly pulled herself out of Erik's arms and led him to the young man at the piano. "You play magnificently."

"Merci Madam Destler." The young man replied.

"I recognize you from the ceremony, but I don't believe we've been properly introduced. My husband felt the need to keep many of our wedding details a secret."

"I hope everything has been a welcome surprise." The young man said shaking her hand. "I'm Maurice Cortot. It's a pleasure to meet you Madame Destler."

"The pleasure is mine." Christine said. "And yes, every surprise has been wonderful."

Erik saw the familiar colors of twilight out of the corner his eye and looked down at his bride. "Would you be terribly upset if we said good bye to our guests?"

"Don't you think it would be rude since we spent so much time with Nicole?"

"I think they'll understand. It is our day after all."

"True." Christine said and looked back at the dance floor. "Join me in one more dance?"

"As if I could deny you anything." Erik replied.

Maurice began to play a slow sweet melody as Erik pulled Christine close. " How does a moment last forever?" Maurice sang. "How can a story never die? It is love we must hold onto. Never easy, but we try. Sometimes our happiness is captured. Somehow, our time and place stand still. Love lives on inside our hearts and always will. Minutes turn to hours, days to years then gone. But when all else has been forgotten. Still our song lives on. Maybe some moments weren't so perfect. Maybe some memories not so sweet. But we have to know some bad times or our lives are incomplete. Then when the shadows overtake us. Just when we feel all hope is gone. We'll hear our song and know once more. Our love lives on."

Christine looked up into Erik's eyes as Erik looked down into hers. He cupped her face in his hands as she wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes. Everyone and everything around them disappeared as their lips met in a fiery passion filled kiss.

"How does a moment last forever?" Maurice resumed. "How does our happiness endure? Through the darkest of our troubles. Love is beauty, love is pure. Love pays no mind to desolation. It flows like a river through the soul. Protects, proceeds, and perseveres. And makes us whole. Minutes turn to hours, days to years then gone. But when all else has been forgotten. Still our song lives on. How does a moment last forever, when our song lives on."

Everyone broke into applause and Maurice stood taking a bow with a slight blush in his cheeks. "Merci." He said. "But I am merely the vessel for this beautiful music. Credit for its creation belongs to the groom and I thank him for sharing it with me."

Erik bowed his head to Maurice then looked at his wife. "And now I think it's time we say our goodbyes."

I had a feeling the words he sang weren't his own. Christine thought then noticed Erik trying to hold back a grin along with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "What are you up to?"

"Can't a man simply want to be alone with his new bride?"

Christine giggled. "I know that look my angel of music."

"I suppose I could have another surprise or two up my sleeve." He whispered and nodded to Meg who removed herself from Rogers arms to join them. "But first Meg is going to take you inside to change. Your dress, while stunning, will be a bit cumbersome for what I have planned."

"Alright. But first." She pulled herself out of his arms and turned around. "Everyone". She called and soon all eyes were on her. "I'd like to take a moment to thank all of you for joining us. You've made this day all the more special. I'm sorry we didn't get to spend more time with each of you…"

"There will be plenty of days for visiting." Marie spoke up walking over to embrace Christine and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Now you go and enjoy what's left of your day."

Christine nodded realizing that Marie and no doubt everyone but her knew what was in store for her. She followed Meg upstairs her mind filled with ideas of what Erik might have planned.

With Meg's help she changed into a pale blue draped maternity dress with full length sleeves and matching sash that tied under her bust. She loved her wedding gown but was a bit relieved to be changing out of it and into something more comfortable. She thought about leaving her hair as it was but decided to take it out of its makeshift braid and let her curly tresses fall freely around her shoulders.

As she twirled in front of the mirror she caught sight of Meg smiling behind her. She turned around and took her hands. "I will never be able to thank you enough for everything you've done for us."

"We're family." Meg said pulling her into a hug. "Be happy. That's all the thanks I need."

"I think we can do that." Christine said. "Have you and Roget thought anymore about a date?"

"We have." Meg replied and raised her hand. "I am not saying anything more about it today." She took Christine's hand and led her down the back steps outside to where Erik was waiting.

Christine couldn't hold back a gasp when she saw Cesar and Arturo hooked up to a pure white enclosed carriage draped in red roses and lit lanterns hanging from each corner of the roof.

Erik had just finished hooking up Cesar when he heard the back door open. His smile widened when he saw his bride.

"Where are we going?" She asked taking his hand.

When they got to the door of the carriage Erik stopped and Christine noticed him pull a length of red silk from his pocket.

"Is this necessary?" She asked as he covered her eyes with the soft silk.

After tying a loose knot Erik wrapped his arms around his wife pulling her close and bringing his lips to her ear. "I would hate for the surprise to be revealed prematurely." He said. "Trust in me." He sang just above a whisper swaying them back and forth. "Just in me. Shut your eyes, trust in me. You can sleep safe and sound, knowing I am around. Slip into silent slumber. Sail on a silver mist. Slowly and surely your senses will cease to resist. Just relax, be at rest. Like a bird in a nest. Trust in me, just in me. Shut your eyes and trust in me."

Christine felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end and shivers run down her spine when Erik pulled her into an unexpected kiss before helping her into her seat. It wasn't long before she heard the whip of the reins and they were on their way. Christine listened to the hooves of the horses and the squeaks of the wheels as they traveled. She listened for any sounds that might give her a hint as to where he was taking her. Eventually she decided to sit back and allow herself to be surprised. She didn't know she'd fallen asleep until she felt gentle fingers grazing her cheek.

"I'm sorry to wake you my love, but we've arrived." Erik said assisting her out of the carriage and leading her forward a few feet before removing the blindfold.

Christine looked around as her eyes adjusted to her new surroundings and saw they were in the meadow they'd ridden to when Erik gave her Arturo. She smiled when she saw the elegant candle lit picnic in front of her. "This, this is beautiful." She said turning around to give him a kiss on the cheek. "I thought I smelled food in the carriage but assumed it was coming from the house."

Erik held back a laugh when her stomach grumbled. "I had a feeling we wouldn't get the opportunity to eat much at the reception."

"I don't think it would matter if we did these days." Christine said rubbing her stomach while looking at the various delicacies waiting to be consumed. She bit into a croissant and was pleasantly surprised when she tasted the apple, cheese, and chocolate filling. "Mmm Delicious. I didn't see these at the reception."

"I had them made specially for you. It's a rather, unique combination. I'm not sure many of our guests would have partaken in them."

"I suppose many of my food preferences the last few months would be things most people would reject." She said looking down at her belly. "But we love them, don't we little one?" She caressed her stomach. "That was a big one."

"I suppose we can take it as a yes." Erik said as they continued to enjoy the various dishes and pastries he'd packed for them.

After they finished they sat together on a blanket under a tall tree with low hanging branches that danced in the cool breeze. They watched as the moon took its place in the night sky and was surrounded by a blanket of twinkling stars. There were mountains in the distance and Christine thought she saw a hint of snow at their peaks.

She let her head fall back onto Erik's chest and breathed in the fresh night air letting the events of the day playback in her mind as she listened to his steady heartbeat. She felt Erik's hands rest on hers as her belly rose and fell, every so often her breath was joined by a kick from the baby growing inside her. "Is this all a dream?" She whispered with a sigh.

"What?"

She turned herself so she was facing him. "Did today really happen, or is this all a brilliant illusion of my mind?"

"If it is, it's one I hope never to wake from." Erik replied pulling her closer to him. "C'est vraiment mon amour."

Christine snuggled closer to Erik staring up at the moon. Will I wake in a moment next to Raoul? She thought. Will I feel his possessive embrace and find myself back in our room in Dijon?

Erik felt Christine tremble and thought she might be getting cold. "Christine." He said but got no response. "Christine." He repeated leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Christine my dear, are you cold?'

"Hmmm...Oh, no. I'm fine." Christine responded quickly trying to ignore her troubling thoughts.

"Where did you go?"

"Nowhere, I'm right here with you."

"In your mind, where did you go?"

She sighed. "It must be the few conversations concerning Raoul today. I laid back and started to wonder if this really was all a dream. That I'd wake up next to him utterly devastated that none of this was real."

I knew I should have stopped anyone from talking about him. Erik thought when he saw the twinge of panic behind her eyes. He took her left hand in his and held them up. "Do you see these rings?" She nodded. "These are real. Our love is real, our life is real. I promise you it is not a dream or trick of the mind."

"I know." She said leaning back and returning their hands to her growing belly. "I really do. I suppose it was naive to think the fears and anxieties I've lived with the last few months would simply disappear after one night. If my mind ever tries to make me doubt the life we have all I have to do is focus on this little miracle inside me."

"Is the baby always this active?" Erik asked feeling a second bump against his palm.

"Not usually but for the last few days this has been fairly normal. I think it's all the excitement."

"Is it painful?"

"Sometimes, but I love every moment."

Erik let his fingers entwine with hers and felt the smooth metal of her wedding band. "Your desire to keep our wedding rings simple gold bands still surprises me."

"We don't need exquisite gaudy rings for others to stare at." Christine said. "Our rings are for us and represent the simple life we want and the eternal love we share."

Erik leaned down and caught Christine's lips with his own. "Was today everything you hoped it would be?"

"It was beyond anything I ever could have imagined. You've given me the wedding day I never thought I'd have."

"After all you've given me how could I do any less." Erik said. They let silence settle between them as they watched the branches sway back and forth in the breeze. "Dance with me?" Erik whispered.

"There's no music."

"When have we ever needed that when we can make our own." Erik replied helping her up and taking her in his arms.

Christine kicked off her shoes wiggling her swollen toes in the cool grass as they began to dance. It wasn't long before she felt music fill her heart. "All the little cares picked along the way." She sang. "Suddenly have disappeared with yesterday. Tossed above the fields and lost among the winds. Our world is beginning today. Oh, so many times have I walked this way. And never seen the little things I see today. Never had my head so high above the clouds. Our world is beginning today. I know something's gonna happen but it's out of my hands. Things are gonna start snappin' without any plan. All the little cares picked along the way. Suddenly have disappeared with yesterday. Tossed above the fields and lost among the winds. Our world is beginning today. Our world is beginning today."

"I will never tire of hearing your voice." Erik said before pressing his lips to hers and felt her shiver in his embrace. "I think it's time we return to the house."

Christine was about to protest but couldn't deny the chill that had settled in the air as she shivered again. "I suppose going back sooner then I'd like is the price of having our wedding on the last day of October."

After everything was packed in the carriage they were on their way. Christine insisted on joining Erik in the driver's seat and before he could say anything about the cold she wrapped herself in the blanket they'd been sitting on.

"Have you thought any more about when you'd like to start our journey to America?" He asked.

"I know I've been adamant about leaving because of my fear for our families safety but I don't think such an important decision can be made that way."

"Are you having a change of heart?"

"I hadn't been but after opening up to you last night I feel like I'm finally able to see things rationally. Thinking about it now I do feel differently on the subject. Today not only did I find out Meg will be running the opera house, but you have a sister. You have family that I know you'd like to get to know better."

"I would, but I want you to feel safe. You, the baby, and your happiness are the only things that matter to me"

"And yours is all that matters to me. Now that we know Raoul will be in prison for life perhaps things are different."

"Are you sure you'd feel safe here? You've pointed out before that If we stay and Raoul were to escape prison or has friends Philippe was unable to bribe we could be inviting danger."

"I know, but I can't live in fear about what could happen or let Raoul have any influence over what we do. I know no matter where we are we'll be safe because you'll protect us."

"Always Ma Cherie."

"I know your sole concern is where I'll be happy and feel safe but what about you. Where would you be happiest settling and raising our child?"

"The location doesn't matter. I'll be happy wherever you and our child are."

"I know we've said France is tainted by blood but we've also made many wonderful memories here. We have family here. We fell in love here. It's our home and where I believe we'd be happiest."

"I thought there might be a chance you'd want to stay." Erik said with a grin.
"That's why instead of selling her home like she planned if we decided to leave France, Meg's giving it to us as a wedding gift."

"Meg is giving us her family home?"

"She and Roger are moving to Paris to be close to the opera house..."

"Wait, did you know about what Philippe and Meg were doing before today?"

"Meg offered me the house a little over a week ago and explained why. I'm sorry for hiding it from you..."

He fell silent and the carriage came to halt when Christine pulled him into a kiss. "Just when I think I can't love you anymore." She whispered when their lips parted.

"Another welcome surprise?"

"Yes, I've loved the Giry home since I was a girl. Although giving us the house is such an extravagant gift. We should offer to purchase..."

"I tried and Meg wouldn't hear of it. She wants to do this for us and you know Meg when she sets her mind to doing something."

"I know but there must be someway we can repay her generosity."

"We'll think of something but we can talk about that another time. We're home."

"Home." Christine repeated looking at the stone country house like she was seeing it for the first time. Our home. She thought and noticed that the carriages that lined the fence earlier were gone.

Erik helped Christine down and hand in hand they headed toward the front door. Without warning he picked her up cradling her in his arms.

"Erik what are you doing?"

"Carrying my bride over the threshold of course. We may not be entirely traditional, but some are worth keeping. Don't you agree?"

Christine nodded wrapping her arms around his neck. Once inside she expected him to put her down but he continued on following a path lit by candles and scattered rose petals. When they got to the top of the stairs instead of going to their bedroom they stopped at the door to Meg's former bedroom. She looked at Erik with a raised eyebrow. He smiled down at her and opened the door.

Christine's hand flew to her mouth as she looked in at the finished nursery. As soon as her feet touched the wooden floor she began to explore. A beautiful oak crib was in the center of the room, each leg ornately carved with musical notes and roses. Hand sewn linen bedding covered the soft mattress. She ran her fingers over the various painted animals that adorned the mobile hanging from the ceiling. A rocking chair was next to the fire place and opposite it was a dresser next to a changing table. Each piece was carved with the same ornate details as the crib. Tears came to her eyes as she took it all in.

She felt Erik come up behind her. "Do you like it?"

"I love it." She said turning to face him. "It's perfect for our baby." Out of the corner of her eye she saw a familiar figure. On the mantle above the fireplace was the paper mache music box from the opera house. After winding it up she placed it back and swayed to the music watching the monkey play his tambourines.

Erik wrapped his arms around her. "Masquerade. Paper faces on parade. Masquerade. Hide your face so the world will never find you." He brought his lips down so they were a breath away from here ear. "Christine, I love you."

"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime."

"Say the word and I will follow you."

"Share each day with me." They sang together. "Each night, each morning."

"Say you love me…"

"You know I do."

"Love me, that's all I ask of you." Their lips met and as they parted Christine squealed when she was swept back into Erik's arms and carried into their bedroom. The fire crackling in the fireplace gave the room an etheral amber glow. Vases overflowed with deep red roses and any free space was covered either by candles or rose petals. Wistera curtains replaced the canopy of their bed which had been freshly mad with red silk sheets. "We really must do something special for Meg, Roger, Marie, and anyone else who helped with our wedding."

"Their contributions won't be forgotten or go uncompensated." Erik assured her. When they were in the center of the room he released Christine from his arms only for a moment before cupping her face in his hands and caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. "If someone had told me six years ago that this would be my future I never would have believed it. I am the luckiest man alive to be married to such a vision. You have made dreams I never thought possible come true. I will love you always, Madame Destler."

Christine smiled up at her husband. "Say it again."

"Madame Destler." He whispered.

Christine could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end and she leaned in caressing his neck with her lips before snaking her arms around him devouring his lips with her own. She felt their kiss deepening as Erik wrapped his arms around her pulling her as close to him as he could. He ran his hands over the soft silk of her dress and began to untie the belt under her bust letting it fall to the floor. She released his lips running her fingers over his mask and wig before removing them. She brushed her fingers through his hair as she laid tender kisses on his cheeks and began unbuttoning his shirt, letting it slide off his broad shoulders.

Their passion filled eyes never left the other's as their lips came together once more.

Erik ran his fingers through her curly locks and down to the buttons of her dress. As he removed it from her shoulders he kissed each spot of bare skin smiling when he heard her moaning softly. He was thankful she'd decided to forgo a corset as he kissed down the valley between her breasts to her belly button before once again claiming her lips with his own.

Christine ran her hands over his biceps and down his smooth muscular chest before finally finding the buckle to his pants. It wasn't long before the floor was littered with their clothes and Erik took Christine in his arms laying her down on their bed.

The cool silk sheets caressed her bare skin and her head sunk into the feather pillow. She pulled Erik onto the bed with her and into another kiss. His lips moved to her neck and Christine couldn't hold back a moan as he gently nibbled on her ear.

His tongue danced circles around her nipples before taking one in his mouth and sucking in the sweet nectar it produced. His smile widened as her moans became louder with each flick of his tongue.

Christine pulled him back up to her and pushed him on his back. He let out a moan as she bit the nape of his neck. She showered his body in gentle kisses his muscles rippling under her touch until he could wait no longer. He pushed Christine back down on the bed and hovered over her his hands on either side of her head as he lowered himself into her.

Their eyes locked as he entered her and Christine gripped his shoulders as they moved together. Their moans were a melody as they lost themselves in each other their bodies glistening with sweat and white petals dancing around them. Their breaths came in short gasps until their mutual passion erupted.

Later, Christine sighed as she laid in Erik's arms her head resting in the crook of his neck. She felt a peace within her she couldn't remember feeling before. She felt the flutters of their baby and her lips curled into a wider smile. No matter how many times I feel you it amazes me. She thought. "Erik."

"Yes my love."

"Was today everything you dreamed it would be?"

"Today exceeded any dream I could possibly have." He replied kissing the top of her head.

"Will it always be like this?" She asked snuggling closer into him.

"Always and forever." Erik promised.

"Will you sing to me?"

"What shall I sing?"

"Whatever your heart desires." Christine said. "All I want is to hear the sound of your angelic voice.

Erik closed his eyes and felt a familiar song fill his heart. "Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently our senses abandon their defenses. Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor. We'll grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. No longer turned away from the beauty of day. We'll bask in its warm embracing light. We've rekindled our music of the night. Close your eyes and surrender to our fondest dreams. Purge our thoughts of the lives we knew before. Close our eyes, let our spirits start to soar. Now we'll live as we've never lived before. Softly, gently, music shall caress us. Hear it, feel it, secretly protect us. Open up our minds, let our fantasies unwind. In this happiness we know we cannot fight. We've rekindled our music of the night. Let our minds start a journey to a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of this life we knew before. Let our souls take us where we long to be. Only then can we be truly free. Floating, falling, sweet intoxication. Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation. Let our dream begin, let our loving side give in to the power of the music that we write. We've rekindled our music of the night.." Erik smiled when he looked down to see Christine had fallen into a peaceful slumber. He let his head fall back on his pillow listening to the cracks and pops of the fire as he rubbed her belly until drifting off to sleep.

Three weeks later, Erik paced the floor of the hall his heart breaking every time he heard his beloved scream. It took all he had not burst into their bedroom but he knew Meg or Marie would force him away again. He sat down putting his head in his hands a tear sliding down his cheek as Christine screamed his name. He let his mind drift back to their wedding day. He replayed every precious moment trying to drown out the screams he was powerless to stop.

He jerked his head up when Christine let out a scream more agonizing then anything he ever heard. He got up ready to storm into the room but was stopped in his tracks when he heard something else, tears came to his eyes as he listened to the cries of his newborn child. "You did it my love." He whispered.

He expected someone to come get him so he could be with Christine and their child but the door remained closed. Through the cries he could hear shuffling and hushed conversation along with what he thought were sobs. He wanted more than anything to rush through the door but knew if something had gone wrong he could be a potentially fatal distraction.

He began to pace again his anxiety building. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours. Two hours had passed, the intermittent cries of the baby had died down and still no one had come for him. His mind began to fill with horrifying thoughts as to what could be happening. He needed to know, needed to be there for her, and distraction or not no one was going to keep him in this hall.

He marched to the door and just as he was about to open it he found himself face to face with Roger. His hands and shirt were stained with crimson red blood.

"The baby...?" Erik asked before Roger could say anything.

"Marie is tending to them now." Roger responded fighting to keep his voice even.

"Them? Christine was carrying twins?"

Roger nodded. "You have a daughter, and a son. Twin pregnancies can be difficult to detect which could be part of what caused the early..."

"Christine." Erik cut in. "Is she alright?"

"Erik..." Roger hesitated. "Erik i'm sorry but there were, complications."

Erik felt his breath catch in his chest and his heart begin to pound. He knew his entire life hung on Roger's next words.