Search for the Opera Ghost: Rewrite

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While Erik and Zuri were happy and content with themselves, Christine and Raoul had gone off to Zuri's hometown of Aveyron. It had taken a week to get arrive but it would all be worth it when Christine could ruin Zuri's life for punching her. They had contacted Zuri's father a week before they left and they would be expected.

When they arrived at the Bellamont mansion she was surprised at the large size of the place. It was bigger than the home she lived in with Raoul. Several servants greeted them and showed them into the mansion. They were then led into a parlor room where they at on a couch waiting silently for Zuri's father to appear.

"I am rather curious how you came by the information of my daughter's whereabouts." A male voice made itself known.

"It was not by amiable circumstances. You see Monsieur Bellamont, your daughter punched me for no apparant reason." Christine replied.

"What?! Why would she punch you?"

"I don't know. She was crazed. Out of her mind I think."

"It's the Opera Ghost. Well, he is not a ghost but claims it. He has cast a spell over your daughter." Raoul interrupted. "We can take you to them. We know where he is located."

"Very well. I will leave for Paris in two weeks."

Christine smiled as she thought of nothing but wrecking the marriage of Erik and Zuri. Zuri would regret punching her when her father came to get her.

xxxx

Over the past week Zuri's mood for sex seemed to dwindle. She was having violent episodes of vomiting and many more symptons which Erik could not stand to watch her go through. He wanted her to be alright but that was not going to happen soon. Pregnancy was not agreeable with him. He laughed softly, if it wasn't agreeable with him then it must be hell for his wife.

He watched as she knit quietly. "Zuri, are you alright?"

"No Erik. I feel terrible." Zuri replied.

"I'm sorry love. I wish you were feeling better." He told her as she placed her hand over her stomach.

"I know. I appreciate the thought Erik, but I will not feel better for a while." She told him.

"Is there anything I can do?" Erik questioned her as she continued knitting.

"You can come over here and keep me warm." She replied.

Erik smiled wickedly as he made his way over to the couch where she was sitting. "You know I can make you warm."

Zuri shook her head as she commented, "Keep your sex drive in check."

"What if I don't want to?" He questioned her with a laugh.

"Then I will not be happy Erik." Zuri responded. "Believe me, you don't want to anger me."

"Yes my love." He said then gently kissed her forehead as he put a blanket over her lap and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

She sighed, "It's hard to concentrate when I have my husband trying to arouse me."

"Moi? I have not even touched you."

"You know how sensitive I am." Zuri responded softly as if wondering if Erik would

try something.

"You're accusing me."

"What gave you the first clue?" Zuri questioned him with a laugh.

"Then forgive me my love. You know how excited I get when you are around." Erik told her as he kissed her again.

"You are forgiven, but don't be cute Erik."

"Moi? Cute? Why i'm not being cute. Bunnies are cute. I'm handsome." Erik said as she eyed him.

She laughed softly. "Someone is full of himself. However, you are right, you are quite handsome." She stood up after putting her knitting on the table and gently tugged on his hands. "Come on Erik. What will you do without me?"

He laughed at her, "That is something I never want to find out. Now am I going to have to beg aren't I?"

Zuri smiled demurely. "Oh...I don't know...maybe." Erik raised an eyebrow at her as she began to walk quickly towards the bedroom.

"I better find my kitty in our bedroom or I will be angry." He announced with a laugh.

"Stop calling me kitty!" Zuri shouted then finally ran into their bedroom with a laugh.

Erik ran after her, his laugh echoing off the walls. What could ruin their fun now? Everything was perfect.

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