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Music of the Night: The Phantom of the Opera Returns (Guile & Melody)

Christine grew tired and could no longer fight him. "Very well, Opera Ghost. Do with me what you will, but spare my children!" She pleaded dramatically, throwing the back of her left hand up to her forehead as though she were fainting. "Run, my children! It is too late for me!"
 
Erik laughed maniacally. "I do not wish to hurt them - I only want you!" He still joked with her and swept her up in his arms as she pretended to faint. He placed another kiss on her lips once she was firmly in his arms and could not get away, though she didn't look very much like she wished to escape.
 
Christine gasped. "Oh,I knew it! There is no hope for me!" She stifled her laughter as the kids pretended to be frightened. "No! Spare my mommy, foul beast!" Lilly pleaded with her father. "She's got three kids!" She wrapped herself around his leg. "Please!" Catherine held Alistair and was hiding in the bottom of the boat. She reached as far as she could yanked her sister in with them and rowed as quickly as she could.
 
Erik laughed at the sight of them all. He glared down at Lilly, trying his best to hide his smile and half-growled half-laughed at her. His entire body shook form how much he was laughing, but trying to hold it in. Erik put Christine down only once the children were in the boat rowing, but he held her tightly to his waist. He only put her down to pull the lever - the gate closed before the boat could reach it and he laughed again. "Now you're all my prisoners!" He turned, putting his hands around Christine's neck, gently, and kissing her again.
 
"Never!" Alistair charged his father and jumped on his back. "Let us leave!" He growled, also hiding laughter. "For I am the son of the Opera Ghost who will haunt you until you release his children!" Catherine laughed, causing the baby inside her to react in a similar fashion. Christine kissed him. "You cannot have my soul!"
 
"I shall not!" Erik stumbled a bit under Alistair's sudden jump onto his back. "I do not fear this Opera Ghost and you all shall be my prisoners until I grow tired of you here. Which does not seem likely." He laughed, then reached back and pulled his son off his back after quite a struggle. "You're a brave one aren't you?" He said, holding him up in the air form under his arms. "I fear your bravery has doomed you, young one." He threw Alistair into the air, but only upwards and not too hard for the boy came right back down into Erik's arms safely.
 
Christine watched as her only son was bonding with his father. "Isn't that the sweetest thing that you've ever seen?" She asked her girls. "And he's the big tough guy in the family." Lillith laughs. "I think it's perfect, Mother." Catherine kissed Christine's cheek and secretly prayed for her own baby.
 
Erik laughed as he caught Alistair, then set him back down on the ground. He playfully messed up his son's hair, as he caught bits and pieced of the women's conversation. He bent down to his son and whispered an exasperated, "women!" and rolled his eyes with a laugh.
 
"Exactly my reaction, Papa. Everyday for the last seven years!" He laughed too. As the youngest daughter listened for the infant, she smiled. "I hear him!" Catherine messed up her sister's hair. "He's saying he wants to meet you, sweetie." She was very close to delivering, but wasn't worried at all.
 
Erik laughed at his son's wit, then led him over to the women. "What is it that we're all discussing?" He was looking at Alistair and didn't notice what the girl's were talking about. "Can the men of this house be involved? Or do we really want to be?" He teased with a smile.
 
Christine smiled. "Well, I don't know. How much do you value sleep?" She teased, protecting the baby with her hand. "Because, you are about to lose a lot over the next few months." Catherine was looking forward to being a mother, but not exactly losing her precious theater days while she raised the little one. "Papa, I-I...." she feared her father would be angry for going against God and having a child outside of a marriage, but, then again... that was how she and her siblings were conceived. "I'm pregnant."
 
Erik looked at Christine with a raised brow, but a smile. He chuckled, "I do enjoy my sleep. I suppose it depends why I'm going to be loosing it." He turned to Catherine, who was looking guilty, for an answer. "Catherine?" His voice was soft, a part of him already assuming he knew the answer, but still wondering. When she told him that she was pregnant, he was shocked. He hadn't expected this - or perhaps, wasn't ready to hear it. He went to Catherine and wrapped his arms around his first born - a smile on his face and his eyes filling up with tears. "Oh, my little girl. My sweet, Catherine. I'm so happy for you, my child." He kissed her forehead, but inside his heart was breaking. Marriage was one thing, but now his baby was going to be a mother.
 
Alistair's jaw dropped. "So you went and had a baby with a random man?" Catherine glared at her brother and Lilly stomped on his foot and said "Shut up" out of the corner of her mouth. "No, Brother. It's not random." She was hurt that he would ask that. "It's William's baby!" She turned back to her parents. Christine's hands were on Catherine's shoulders and Catherine was finding it hard not to cry as well. "Papa, my dear papa, what are you crying for?" She hugged him.
 
"I'm crying..." he began, "I'm crying because my baby is going to be a mother!" He held onto Catherine for a few more moments. He could care less that she went and had a child before she was married - William was a good man, and Erik could see why his daughter would give herself to him. After all, who was he to judge? He had done the same with Christine. He stopped crying and wiped the tears from his eyes. Unable to resist cracking a joke, he looked up at Christine and laughed. "Do you know what this makes you, my love?" He asked her, unable to stop laughing, though his cheeks were still tearstained. "A grandmother!" He smiled at her, knowing that also meant that he was to be a grandfather.
 
Christine glared at him jokingly. "I told you, did I not, that you were getting old, Erik?" She raised her brow at him. "I believe that you saw this coming a mile away when you saw how she was eating more than normal." Christine kissed him. "And I shall love you, young, old, rich, poor, beautiful, which you are, or not so beautiful." She hugged him.
 
Erik rolled his eyes at Christine jokingly, of course, and scoffed. "I'm refuse to admit that, Christine. I'm only as old as I feel." He laughed, and crossed his arms defiantly. "And yes, I suppose I should have seen it coming. Perhaps I did and I just didn't want to. Not that it's a bad thing - it's a miracle, truly - I just...I didn't want Catherine to grow up that fast." He smiled at Catherine before Christine kissed him. When she did, he turned to her and hugged her back. "Thank you Christine. It makes me glad to hear you say that." He kissed her back. "Never doubt that I feel the same for you, my love."
 
Catherine felt special hearing Erik not wanting her to grow up. "Papa, I'm still your little girl. I'm just going to be your little girl with my own little one to take care of." She reached out for him. "Please, let me be your baby a little while longer." She wanted him, mostly to feel young again, but also to feel like he wasn't getting so old so fast. "I just want you to be happy." She giggled.
 
Erik turned to look at Catherine with a smile on his face. "Oh, darling, you'll always be my little girl." He said, reaching out to hug her again. He kissed her on the cheek. "And I am happy, my dear, very happy. In fact, you've made me even more glad with this news." He pulled away just enough to smile at her.
 
"Really?" She wasn't expecting him to take her pregnancy so well. "I-I mean, that's great, Papa." She winced slightly as her baby kicked. "Oh!" She knew the baby was strong, but she didn't know exactly how strong. Up above, there was commotion about where the Daaes were. A man's voice rose above the others. "Everyone, remain calm. They cannot possibly be harmed. They have simply been..." the owner sighed. "They've been taken by the Angel of Music." He was reading a note. "Fear not for Christine Daae and her children. The Angel of Music has them under his wings. Make no attempts to rescue them."
 
"Of cours, my dear." When the baby kicked and Catherine let out a small yell, Erik took a step back. "What's wrong, Catherine?" He was concerned for her and it showed in his eyes, Erik had never dealt with a pregnancy this far along to where the baby could kick, so naturally he wouldn't know what was happening. "Are you alright?" He was cut off by the commotion upstairs. He shook his head when they finished reading his note and mumbled under his breath. "Why can't they ever just let us alone? Why must they always worry when they get a note from me?" He knew why - his letters in the past usually meant bad news - but now he was simply trying to alleviate their fear, and here they were panicking again!
 
Catherine curled up on the ground as she fell, writhing in pain. "I-I'm alright, Papa..." in truth, she was terrified, for she didn't exactly know how to handle this coming so soon. "Mama! The baby!" She screamed as the baby started to kick even faster. "Mother, please! Help me!" Christine immediately took action and ordered the young ones away and had Catherine start breathing. This lasted for over two hours.
 
Erik was as horrified as his daughter. He had never witnessed a birth, therefore he had never witnessed the pains that had come with it. He took a few steps back to give Christine room to work, but he couldn't quite leave. He wanted to be there in case she needed help, but how he could help, he didn't know. Erik ended up pacing a lot, or standing there nervously rubbing his hands together. Each scream from his daughter sent a bullet of pain through his heart. Finally he was sitting on the ground, his hands clamped in his hair, eyes shut, praying that it would be over soon - he couldn't bare to hear her scream anymore.
 
The baby was born not long after and Catherine passed out when she finally heard his first cry of life. "My....baby..." she reached out for him, but then her hand dropped and she was under. The twins were panicking under the blanket. "Is it over?" Alistair cried. "Is he here?" Like his father, Alistair couldn't bear seeing his sister in pain. Lilly still wouldn't come out. Christine started singing to her new grandson. "So beautiful..."
 
Erik was breathing heavily, almost as if he had been the one giving birth. He looked up and saw the baby in Christine's arms and a sudden calmness overcame him. He stood, walking over to where they sat, and kneeled beside Christine. He had never seen a newborn before - no one ever brought them to the Opera and he had not been there to see his children born. Looking down at his grandson, regret suddenly hit Erik in the heart. He had always wished he could have seen his children born, or at least been there, but now he regretted not being there more than ever. "He is beautiful..." He said, reaching out with his hand and placing his finger gingerly on the newborn's hand.
 
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"Yes, I must admit that I miss having little ones like this, so precious and full of life." Christine smiled as the baby giggled at his grandfather, making small sounds as he brought the Phantom's finger to his lips. "Oh, please. Enough of this bile. I've seen more than I need to to know that I made the right decision in killing that fool, William. Now, I can have Catherine as my own and we'll have our family. Don't you think, Dad?" He smirked as the name rolled off of his tongue. "She'll make a wonderful bride." Christine was getting angry. "Leave us!"
 

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