Angel or Father Friend or Phantom
Christine had chosen me she gave herself to me and I let her go..
The same thing had haunted Erik's dreams for weeks. He had of course followed his love; he would have followed her to the ends of the earth, and beyond. Though he had not consciously wanted to, his body did not let him rest until he saw her. Nine months after the night she had given herself freely to him, Erik set out to see her one last time. The first thing he saw upon approaching the Chagny household was the Vicomte pacing outside, his brother, Philippe, beside him. Frankly, the site of the pompous young man walking around pensively disturbed him. Why was Christine not with him.? What had happened?
"I tell you Raoul, the children cannot be yours", Philippe stuttered. "Damn you man, do you not believe I have perceived that myself? Leave me, Philippe, I must think what must be done with the children." "Calm yourself Raoul, the boy can easily pass for your son. on the other hand the girl." "Philippe, the child will have to be sent away that is all there is to it. 'Jacqueline' is what Christine calls her. Tell that to a family anywhere in the world and give her to them. Christine is not to be in the knowing." "Come inside brother. I will make arrangements as soon as I can"
Erik's blood boiled at this conversation. That boy was about to send away, Christine's little baby girl. his daughter. Moreover, what was to become of his son? Obviously, he had taken on the traits of his beloved Christine, who shared somewhat of a likeness to de Chagny, with her golden hair and fair blue eyes. Stealthily climbing a wall up to a darkened window, Erik entered the house. The sounds of a baby's cry brought him right where he wanted to be. Peering into a lantern lit room; he found two newborns lying in two tiny cribs. The baby boy was the one shedding tears. Quietly seating himself down, he sang softly and quickly silenced the infant. Glancing around the room, Erik found a piece of paper that read:
Charles de Chagny born May 12, 1881 7:30pm Jacqueline de Chagny born May 12, 1881 8:00pm
Charles slept peacefully after Erik had sung the soft lullaby. Erik turned to the other crib and found himself looking into two tiny amber eyes. Good God so this is what the boy meant when he said she looked like me. Raoul's words, Erik found with dismay, were completely true. Jacqueline had black hair, amber eyes, a pale complexion, and long fingers designed to play a magnificent instrument. Anywhere in the world
The poor child was about to be sent away from this richness into the hands of two waiting foster parents! And Erik was the only one who could stop them! Quickly he made up his mind, but sadly, it was not quick enough. The sound of de Chagny's footsteps came up to the door as the handle turned.
"Philippe, take her and send her to a family in America. We can blame all this on le fantome and be done with it" Erik could do nothing but watch from the shadows as Count Philippe picked up his daughter, his beautiful amber-eyed daughter, and carried her off. Silently he watched Raoul lean over the other cradle of Charles. "A tribute to the Chagny family you are. You will make us proud." Raoul spoke softly. "Your sister on the other hand should be completely happy in America." When the Vicomte had gone Erik had his say to the babe. "I swear on my life I will bring her back to you, however long it should take"
Christine had chosen me she gave herself to me and I let her go..
The same thing had haunted Erik's dreams for weeks. He had of course followed his love; he would have followed her to the ends of the earth, and beyond. Though he had not consciously wanted to, his body did not let him rest until he saw her. Nine months after the night she had given herself freely to him, Erik set out to see her one last time. The first thing he saw upon approaching the Chagny household was the Vicomte pacing outside, his brother, Philippe, beside him. Frankly, the site of the pompous young man walking around pensively disturbed him. Why was Christine not with him.? What had happened?
"I tell you Raoul, the children cannot be yours", Philippe stuttered. "Damn you man, do you not believe I have perceived that myself? Leave me, Philippe, I must think what must be done with the children." "Calm yourself Raoul, the boy can easily pass for your son. on the other hand the girl." "Philippe, the child will have to be sent away that is all there is to it. 'Jacqueline' is what Christine calls her. Tell that to a family anywhere in the world and give her to them. Christine is not to be in the knowing." "Come inside brother. I will make arrangements as soon as I can"
Erik's blood boiled at this conversation. That boy was about to send away, Christine's little baby girl. his daughter. Moreover, what was to become of his son? Obviously, he had taken on the traits of his beloved Christine, who shared somewhat of a likeness to de Chagny, with her golden hair and fair blue eyes. Stealthily climbing a wall up to a darkened window, Erik entered the house. The sounds of a baby's cry brought him right where he wanted to be. Peering into a lantern lit room; he found two newborns lying in two tiny cribs. The baby boy was the one shedding tears. Quietly seating himself down, he sang softly and quickly silenced the infant. Glancing around the room, Erik found a piece of paper that read:
Charles de Chagny born May 12, 1881 7:30pm Jacqueline de Chagny born May 12, 1881 8:00pm
Charles slept peacefully after Erik had sung the soft lullaby. Erik turned to the other crib and found himself looking into two tiny amber eyes. Good God so this is what the boy meant when he said she looked like me. Raoul's words, Erik found with dismay, were completely true. Jacqueline had black hair, amber eyes, a pale complexion, and long fingers designed to play a magnificent instrument. Anywhere in the world
The poor child was about to be sent away from this richness into the hands of two waiting foster parents! And Erik was the only one who could stop them! Quickly he made up his mind, but sadly, it was not quick enough. The sound of de Chagny's footsteps came up to the door as the handle turned.
"Philippe, take her and send her to a family in America. We can blame all this on le fantome and be done with it" Erik could do nothing but watch from the shadows as Count Philippe picked up his daughter, his beautiful amber-eyed daughter, and carried her off. Silently he watched Raoul lean over the other cradle of Charles. "A tribute to the Chagny family you are. You will make us proud." Raoul spoke softly. "Your sister on the other hand should be completely happy in America." When the Vicomte had gone Erik had his say to the babe. "I swear on my life I will bring her back to you, however long it should take"