oh bogart, his children and Audric are mine... there the "evil" I talked about in chapter 2...
Chapter Eight: Time is a funny thing, whether it be too early, or go by quickly
His Lordship sure
would die of shock!
His Lordship is
a laughing-stock!
Bogart watched out of the window as he saw the children play.
It had been eight months since the Vicomte, their benefactor, had come with the decision to shut them down.
"What will we do Audric?" The man asked as he watched his own children play in front of the factory. Their mother was dead, and everyday before work, he told them to stay where they could be seen.
"Well, the truth is there is nothing we can do my son. Nothing at all, The Vicomte told us himself he would not support a dying cause, and that is all this factory is... It has not made money is I was a lad your age." The older wiser man stated simply.
"I will not live in the slums with my children any longer!" Bogart cried out in rage.
"I will not have Aimee becoming a whore! Or Pierre living the life I have led... If the factory closes we will have nothing, and that will surely happen."
"Then what do you suggest we do? What can we do? There is nothing left for us Bogart, we are merely the poor and weak, no one will listen to us now."
"We haven't done EVERYTHING..." Bogart said, getting a sinister idea.
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Poor young maiden! For the thrill
on your tongue of stolen sweets
you will have to pay the bill -
tangled in the winding sheets!
Raoul sat in front of the fire to nervous to move.
He watched as the fire spurted and cackled making brilliant colours in the darkened den.
He heard Michelle's quiet steps down the stairs and he turned to see her.
"Is she? How is she?" Raoul managed to somehow get out.
"I shall not lie to you Master, she is not well, the midwife and doctor say only time will tell..." She said curtsying and returning to her mundane task.
Raoul felt his heart in his throat. The last three months of Christine's pregnancy had left him torn and tired. The once young handsome man was becoming haggard and stern.
All he could remember was the night Christine had found out about her pregnancy... and how he would never forget her reaction.
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I'm here,
nothing can harm you -
my words will
warm and calm you.
Did it ever occur to you that it might not be the baby you don't want, but Raoul's baby?
"NO!" She said aloud, not caring that she was taking the insanity of talking to herself to the next level and vocalizing it.
"No, he loves me, and I love him. That is the way it was meant to be and will forever be." She said in an unconvincing tone.
But the dark voice did not reply she was left alone to think again.
One thing she did not want to think about is how eerie it was that the Dark voice had sounded like Erik's.
Suddenly there was a fierce knock on her door, one that demanded her attention without the need of words.
Carefully she got off her bed and walked over to the door that had been locked shut so that no one could intrude on her thoughts.
Staring at her from the other side of the door was Raoul.
"How dare you..." She said with contempt in her voice.
"Dare I what Christine? Protect you and my child?" Raoul said not understanding her anger.
"Protect me? You have done that Raoul! You should not feel the need any longer to 'Protect' me."
"I will always need to protect you..." Raoul said silently.
She knew he was thinking of Erik, and did not like how he was tip toeing by the subject.
"From what?" She said, "You know Erik is dead, what do you need to protect me from now?!"
"FROM YOURSELF!" Raoul shot back at his wife.
There they stood in silence for a good long moment.
"Well..." Christine said finally knowing how Raoul felt. He believed she would, and never could be able to take care of herself.
"You let yourself be taken by Erik, Christine. If you had told him no, he would of let you go. You encouraged his delusions and fantasies, and if I did not come along you would of probably still been at it to this very day." Raoul said finally releasing himself from the chains he had been keeping.
"Get out... GET OUT NOW!!!!!!!!" Christine screamed and picked up the clock by her nightstand.
Suddenly, she hurled to by Raoul's head and saw him flinch as the gold, and glass, shattered and crunched against the wall.
"As you wish..." Raoul said bitterly.
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Why did Christine
fly from my arms . . .?
That was the most they had maybe said to each other for the last three months... Christine had moved back into her old room, insisting that once the baby was born she would need to be by it at almost every waking moment.
Raoul explained that was what hiring a Nurse was for, to take care of their children.
"Our children Raoul? Don't get ahead of yourself..." Christine had said vindictively.
She wondered if Erik would even notice her now, her ill temper, her baggy eyes, her voice which had lost it's smoothed polished surface, was now only a mere apparition of what it used to be.
As time went on, the little sleep Christine had been getting became even scarcer.
One day, three months after their harsh argument, Christine was sitting in front of her vanity table, brushing her curly locks.
At first she just rest her hands on her large belly, staring into the mirror, wondering who the girl was that was staring back.
A pinkish haze now clouded her crystal blue eyes, and the fair skin surrounding her eyes had turned to bags.
Is that really me? She asked herself.
Dear me, I look like death warmed over! She thought unhappily,
Well, with one exception... She said, perking a small smile up.
She rubbed her hands against the material sitting loosely on her stomach.
She was to have a child, a child that she could love forever and unconditionally...
Something to take care of, and worship and pamper.
Someone who would not feel the need to 'Protect' her.
Damn Raoul! She thought bitterly. Why did every man in her life protect her?
No wonder she never knew what to do with Erik, He expected her to be able to make decisions for herself, but she had never been taught how.
Even Erik himself had wanted to protect her, they all wanted to keep 'Poor little Christine.' As innocent as possible.
Well she was tired of being on the top of everyone's pedal stool only to be afraid to fall. Their standards were too high, and if she were to fall she would surely break.
As she noticed all the changes she picked up the brush and ran it through her hair.
Oh, Raoul. She thought.
She loved him still, she always would, but she still felt betrayed.
She believed if he truly loved her, then he would trust her for love involves trust, and if there is no trust, how can there be love?
This has gone on long enough! She said to herself, I shall go speak to him about this at once, even if we are both to stubborn to settle our differences, I can be the bigger person here and solve this issue between us, after all we are married, and if we are to bring this child into this world, we should be happy as well...
As she began to walk out of the room, she tripped on a corner of the carpet underneath her.
Christine fell to the floor with a loud crash, only to have Charlotte rush to the side of her Madame.
"Charlotte..." Christine said weakly, "Send for my husband... please..." Christine said as she felt the water from her womb seep out onto the floor.
The last thing she remembered before she fell was that it was too soon... It was a month too soon.
on your tongue of stolen sweets
you will have to pay the bill -
tangled in the winding sheets!
He watched as the fire spurted and cackled making brilliant colours in the darkened den.
He heard Michelle's quiet steps down the stairs and he turned to see her.
"Is she? How is she?" Raoul managed to somehow get out.
"I shall not lie to you Master, she is not well, the midwife and doctor say only time will tell..." She said curtsying and returning to her mundane task.
Raoul felt his heart in his throat. The last three months of Christine's pregnancy had left him torn and tired. The once young handsome man was becoming haggard and stern.
All he could remember was the night Christine had found out about her pregnancy... and how he would never forget her reaction.
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I'm here,
nothing can harm you -
my words will
warm and calm you.
Did it ever occur to you that it might not be the baby you don't want, but Raoul's baby?
"NO!" She said aloud, not caring that she was taking the insanity of talking to herself to the next level and vocalizing it.
"No, he loves me, and I love him. That is the way it was meant to be and will forever be." She said in an unconvincing tone.
But the dark voice did not reply she was left alone to think again.
One thing she did not want to think about is how eerie it was that the Dark voice had sounded like Erik's.
Suddenly there was a fierce knock on her door, one that demanded her attention without the need of words.
Carefully she got off her bed and walked over to the door that had been locked shut so that no one could intrude on her thoughts.
Staring at her from the other side of the door was Raoul.
"How dare you..." She said with contempt in her voice.
"Dare I what Christine? Protect you and my child?" Raoul said not understanding her anger.
"Protect me? You have done that Raoul! You should not feel the need any longer to 'Protect' me."
"I will always need to protect you..." Raoul said silently.
She knew he was thinking of Erik, and did not like how he was tip toeing by the subject.
"From what?" She said, "You know Erik is dead, what do you need to protect me from now?!"
"FROM YOURSELF!" Raoul shot back at his wife.
There they stood in silence for a good long moment.
"Well..." Christine said finally knowing how Raoul felt. He believed she would, and never could be able to take care of herself.
"You let yourself be taken by Erik, Christine. If you had told him no, he would of let you go. You encouraged his delusions and fantasies, and if I did not come along you would of probably still been at it to this very day." Raoul said finally releasing himself from the chains he had been keeping.
"Get out... GET OUT NOW!!!!!!!!" Christine screamed and picked up the clock by her nightstand.
Suddenly, she hurled to by Raoul's head and saw him flinch as the gold, and glass, shattered and crunched against the wall.
"As you wish..." Raoul said bitterly.
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