Hello beautiful people :)
I just started high school (!)
Not true. I actually started a Senester ago.
So my updating's gonna get funky.
(It did)
Sorry!
Oh, by the way, I did not skip a part, this is four months after the wedding. I'll get to the ceremony later...sorry...
|| Christine Daae ||
I had to get out of here.
He had made it so clear...
Oh no. What was I going to do?
He's going to be so angry when he finds out.
If he were to find out, that is.
Dearest Aunt Marie,
Hello, it's your niece, Christine Daae writing to you.
I need to come visit you in Sweden.
It's an emergency.
I will see you in three days time.
I'll explain when I get there.
Much love,
Chrissy
I quickly wrote a note to Erik, saying my aunt was very sick and that I needed to leave. I should be back in six months and that I loved him dearly and I would write to him weekly.
I packed some clothes, sent Aunt Marie's letter and scurried to the docks. I needed to leave.
Now.
My head started spinning as soon as I bought my ticket.
I threw up all over the deck.
People looked at me with a weird look until they saw me clutching my stomach.
This was going to suck.
I boarded the boat and fell asleep immediately, waking up randomly to use the bathroom and to eat something.
When I woke up, I decided to walk outside. I had never been on a boat such as this and I wanted to enjoy it-without getting too seasick if possible.
I sighed contently as I smelled the ocean breeze.
I walked up to see the passengers only to realize,
I was the only one on the boat.
|| Unknown ||
Oh, she had married him?
She married the assassin so ugly and distorted even the Royal Executioner could not look at him without feeling scared?
She must be blind to his past.
Or maybe, she's in love.
I don't know which one is worse.
I sighed and walked out.
"Hello, Madame Destler," I said.
"Wh-who are you?" she asked, voice shaking with fear.
"Oh, my goodness you're pregnant? You conceived a monster with a beast?" I laughed.
"He's no beast, he's my husband and he loves me," she answered, confidence in her every breath.
I laughed. She was in love.
"My name is Remiunkin Serifumen. You may call me as my better known name," I said.
"What would that be?" she asked, quietly.
"The King of Persia."
|| Christine Daae ||
My heart, stomach, and possibly my baby, did a backflip.
What was I going to do?
"What would a King want with a mere performer like myself?" I asked, trying to sound like I wasn't completely scared.
"I want revenge on your husband," he said.
Oh, dammit Erik, what have you gotten yourself into this time?
"My husband?"
"Yes, your precious husband used to be an assassin for me. He killed without a thought, which was what I needed. When the time came, I asked him to preform a murder, and he refused. I told him that if he didn't agree, he would be sent back to the traveling fair from which I purchased him. He didn't seem to care, but ended up doing the murder anyways.
"Early one morning, I found your beast gone. All of my family members were dead, except my youngest daughter, who he said that if she ever were to live, I was to give my throne to my brother. I refused, and hid my daughter from the rest of the world.
"Madame, you must understand that your husband is a lair, a cheat, a murderer, a criminal, and worst of all, he's inhumane when it comes to bloodshed."
A million words were going through my head. Traveling fair? Purchased? Lair? Inhumane?
That was not my Erik.
"You lie," I hissed.
"Oh, then shall we make a deal? If your husband is not a beast, then he can naturally conceive and bare healthy and not deformed children. In five months time when your child is born, if he is not distorted, then you and the child may leave, and we will leave you and your monster alone.
"If, however, the child is deformed, then you and the child must lure your husband here, where he will be executed for his crimes against Persia. It won't be to difficult to watch."
"He's my husband and I-"
"If you love him, why did you leave?"
The answer was evident.
"He knows the child would be like him. He knows that he will doom his children to his awful fate," he laughed.
Was that the reason? No, it couldn't be...
"Do we have a deal?"
"Why should I?" I retorted.
"I have your mother, father, your little ballet rat and your teacher." He looked at me.
"They're dead. They died."
"Ever wonder why neither of your parents had open caskets? Or why Madame Giry's body was never found? Or why Meg's killing wasn't public. That's because they're all here. They always have been. So do we have a deal?" he asked.
"On one condition," I said.
He nodded.
"If Erik's child is as perfect as I believe it will be, I take all of them with me."
"Deal."
"Deal."
He walked off, and I collapsed.
My stomach was pounding as fast as my heart.
Wait a moment.
Stomachs don't pound.
I put my hand on my stomach.
It was kicking.
My baby was kicking.
I started to cry.
What had I done to this poor child?
