Capturing A Phantom Heart
Chapter Sixteen: Betrayal Becomes Forgiveness.
They stood, eyes boring into each other's.
Their hearts pounded against their chests.
Without noticing, the room they were in came to life by a golden glow.
Darkness faded to nothing, only their shadows stayed.
But what they couldn't deny was how different they both looked.
Erik was tired and a heavy frown appeared, his masked covered his face apart from those lush lips.
Olivia was blooming with her swollen stomach, she looked like a angel tonight something that was making his body tremble with forbidden desires.
Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to a hour without a word being spoken.
Countless times they wanted to touch, to say something but they were too spellbound by each other's presence.
Though Olivia was dying for him, she was simply enjoying this beautiful moment of staring into his beautiful eyes.
Erik felt the rage rise and fall, he wanted to know about this child while taking her in his arms and embracing her until the early rays of the sun appeared.
It was he that broke away from the contact, his finger pointing at her stomach.
"Whose's child is that?" He asked, bitterly.
Olivia took his hand into her but he backed away, his eyes returning to hers.
"Yours, Erik. Always yours." She replied, hopefully.
"I don't believe you."
"You must! We made love, I was ill when I came here to London and the doctor comfirmed it." She explained.
Erik turned around to focus outside, swallowing this in.
"That child will be disfigured, like me. A monster." He said, gruffly.
Olivia placed her hand on his broad shoulder, he tensed at her touch.
She bit her lip from it trembling, though she could feel tears prickling against her eyes.
He could hear her whimpers, her body shaking from despair.
"Get rid of it, I refuse to be a father to a child that won't be loved in this world." He demanded, heading out of the room.
Olivia screamed in shock that made him freeze in his steps, so chilling that it frightened him.
He turned to look at her, tears were rushing down from her eyes and her hands turned to fists.
"NEVER! I WOULD NEVER KILL A CHILD! HOW CAN YOU BE SO COLD, ERIK?!" She shouted.
Suddenly, he stormed towards her at a very fast pace that made her sink to her knees.
"You destory it or live with regretts for the rest of your life." He threatened in a sinster voice.
"I don't care, rather be alone with my child than be with someone who wants it dead." She replied, sniffing.
Erik tore off his mask and thrusted his face right at hers, his eyes burning ever so much deeper than before.
"So you want to have this on your child's face?" He roared.
"Yes, the child would be loved and taken care of. If it's father dosen't want to know, then fine. At least it will have a mother that would always be there for it."
He backed away, clawing his fingers over his hair.
Olivia slowly rose from the floor, watching him carefully.
Pacing up and down, Erik thought this furiously.
"A child? My child? Olivia would be a beautiful mother, I can see her now breast-feeding our child in a room filled of happiness and spring outside the window. Her eyes burn back at me, love is written all over her face. Could it happen? Run away, start a new life together and perhaps marry? Oh God, why do you constantly torrment me?! Life without her and the child is possiable but I can't run anymore, I love Olivia with all my heart. I have let Christine go, though I will always love her, it's Olivia I want to be with for the rest of my days."
He stopped and looked at her, so beautiful.
Olivia waited for something to happen next, would he grab her in a tight grip and demand more horrible deeds?
"I can't wait no longer, I want to be in his arms. To feel his lips on mine, his touch all over my body, take me again and again and lay in a bed of silk sleeping until the rise of the sun. I adore him, I want him, I love him, I wish for him to be the father he is destined to become. If he hurts me once more, I will die of heartbreak right here on this spot I'm standing on"
Erik came closer to her, taking her arms by his hands in a gentle but strong grip.
"Olivia, I'm so sorry for everything. I'd never told you anything about my past, not even what lay behind the mask. It angered me that Raoul took you away from me to here in London, he told me about your pregenacy and I just had to find you. That's why I planned this ball because I had a feeling you would come here. When you arrived, I had never seen such a beautiful and glowing woman in my life. But I wanted to know the truth, that was why I was so angry back then. I never want to hurt you ever again, nor leave you. Can you ever forgive me?" He pleaded.
She sobbed, leaning her head against his broad chest.
He stroked her hair while she cried until her wails calmed down.
Olivia listened to his heart-beat, pounded like a drum and so relaxing that she shut her eyes to it.
"You are amazing," She sighed, softly.
Erik put his hands on her head to take her away from his chest, her eyes burning into his.
"So are you, Olivia." He said, with a warm smile.
She wrapped her arms across his neck, their foreheads touching.
"I forgive you, Erik, if you forgive me from what I said that night." She said.
"I already did, my darling Olivia." He replied.
They pulled away to let their lips do the rest of the talking, at long last.
Shreding their clothes, they collasped on the bed and got familer with their bodies over and over again.
Sated and in total bliss, they lay in each other's arms asleep as the sun began to rise for a another day.
Though deep down they feared of what happened next, it was right now that mattered all the more.
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