Angels Never Say Goodbye

Chapter 1

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Angels Never Say Goodbye

Chapter 1

~Flashback~

Christine was smiling up at him from her position in his arms. They were laying together on her bed in her dorm room. He was staring at her mouth opened. In all his almost 30 years he had never been at a loss for words.

"I-I'm sorry?" He repeated. There was no way…He couldn't have heard her correctly.

She giggled again, the sound that calmed and relaxed him. "Erik, you heard me."

"Say it again." He whispered, touching her face gently. "Please, say it again."

She gave him a smile and sat up, putting his larger hands on her stomach. "Erik, we're pregnant. We're having a baby!" Her eyes sparkled brighter than the chandelier. "You're going to be a father!"

"A father?" His voice was hoarse. "We…we're having a baby?"

She nodded again, giggling. "Yes you silly man. I'm pregnant. We're having a baby!"

Erik couldn't respond and just stared at her. The room was spinning. Why was it spinning? He felt light headed. Very light headed…..

"ERIK!"

~Present Day~

There was a high pitched crying. It broke him out of his drunken stupor, There was a child?

Why in the name of Hell was there a child in his domain... Then he remembered.

It was his child...he turned to Christine and then remembered. He threw his hand out sending the bottles to the floor, tearing at his hair with the other. Dead, dead. His beloved was dead.

The crying….his daughter. She was all he had left. But he couldn't….He couldn't bring himself to get up and comfort her.

"Maman…" He called out, his voice hoarse, not bothering to try and stand up. He knew he couldn't do it anyway.

Madame Giry was here. She could care for the child. She had been a mother before.

He wasn't fit to be a father. He sighed, laying his head on the table. No, he wasn't fit to comfort his child.

All he wanted to do was sink further into the bottle, perhaps this time….he could sink further into the bottle. Perhaps then he could join her again.

The crying finally stopped and he closed his eyes in relief. His head was throbbing, he couldn't take the crying anymore. At least he had a small reprieve until the next time she demanded something.

"Erik Gabriel Destler…" A stern voice said as the speaker walked into the room. A tone that would tolerate no dissension. A tone he knew far too well….

He groaned as he slowly sat up, holding a cold bottle to his head, nursing his headache. "What do you want Madame?"

"We need to talk about your daughter. Right now."