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Somewhere only We belong to	By : InfernalParadise Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 5210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Finally, this is the last chapter. Yes, I know I’ve been absent for quite a while, but I’ve had a terrible time, so I really didn’t feel like ruining Erik’s and Seraphine’s last chapter when I’m in a mood where you only want to kill your fanfiction characters cuz you can’t stand their happiness. Hope you understand.
Thank you to anyone who read but not reviewed this story (I can see there were quite some people), but a real big thank you from the bottom of my heart to those of you who read and reviewed!! It’s one of the most important things in a writer’s life to get a reply to something you’ve written (especially if it’s the first fanfiction in a genre, or if English is not your mother tongue) and I highly appreciated the reviews I got! You really kept me going on and wanting to continue, so thx!!! A special thank you to my dear friend and beta Lisa who never let me down (not just concerning fanfiction) and remained a true friend throughout the years – without her, I’m afraid, this story would have never made it, and I would still be down as hell after all that happened. :)
I hope that I for my part somehow succeeded in giving you some good reading time now and then, too, and that it was a story you found yourselves able to like.
As for now, however, enough with the sentimental drivel, and enjoy the last chapter! ;)
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Chapter 14
Somewhere only We belong to

"Are you sure you don’t need me anymore?", Etienne asked on a chilly autumn’s evening about seven years later, the door knob already in his hand, and Seraphine shoved him outside with a laugh.
"As I’ve told you already two times before – go and enjoy your free days!"
"Alright then, Madame", her butler-like servant bowed to her, "I shall go and enjoy Paris during the next week. Hopefully the Phantom won’t bite anyone of us…"
But Seraphine only grinned to herself while he made his way to the carriage. From time to time, Etienne would make little remarks about Erik’s former being that amused both lovers, leaving the cook to break into laughter and causing a frown on the other two servants’ faces who doubted the butler’s sanity then. Nevertheless, he would have never given away the truth to anyone who wasn’t aware of Erik and the Opera Ghost being one person since he truly cared about the young family – especially the children thanked him by rather seeing a loving grandfather in him than just a loyal servant.
With a happy sigh, Seraphine closed the door when Etienne’s carriage had disappeared, and made her way into the twins’ bedroom to read a goodnight story to them. She was somehow glad about having given Etienne, the cook and the other two the following week off, thus she hoped to spend more time with Erik in private although it was mainly only their children who kept them from doing so.
"One dark night, the big, sad bear found the little girl sitting in front of his cave again, and it strangely touched him to know that it hadn’t given up hope. Maybe it had been true when saying that nothing happened without reason. When he approached it, it smiled to him and rose to stroke his fur. "Let us go to a place where only we belong to", the little girl whispered and the big, sad bear nodded his head in agreement. "Yes, somewhere only we belong to." And in the same night, they set off to that magical place, hope being the only baggage they carried with them."
"It’s not finished yet", Rachel reminded her mother carefully, just in case she forgot as she closed the book.
"No, it’s not, my love, but it’s time for sleep now. Gabriel, please stop jumping around on your bed…", but the boy was already sticking his tongue out at Seraphine before he ran off to escape her.
"Let’s tell father goodnight", his sister exclaimed in sheer joy as she stormed after her brother.
Giving a desperate sigh, Seraphine picked up a few fallen pillows and followed the children down into the living room where she found the siblings sitting in Erik’s lap in front of the fire place.
"Let us go somewhere only we belong to", Rachel whispered into her father’s ear and he stroked over her hair.
"We are already somewhere only we belong to, my angel", he told her.
Gabriel showed a content grin.
"See, I told you. But you wouldn’t believe me."
"Because you are stupid", Rachel stated in utter convincement that made Erik frown.
"Now, don’t argue…"
With a sigh, Seraphine sat down next to Erik and stroked over her daughter’s hair.
"Your brother is not stupid, Rachel", she explained softly, "He may be wrong at times, but he’s no idiot. Many people get things wrong… your father, me, yourself – it’s in our nature to do so."
"When was father wrong?", her daughter wanted to know with a curious expression, causing a smile on Erik’s face as he wrapped an arm around Seraphine.
"I was wrong when I thought we’d have only one child, Rachel. But at your birth we found out that you two were twins. And Gabriel", he gazed at his son to find him having fallen asleep in his lap, thus he lowered his voice to not disturb him, "came shortly after you."
"Did I scream a lot when I was a baby?"
Both Erik and Seraphine gave a deep sigh at the question.
"Oh yes, you did…"
"And Gabriel?"
"He was rather hungry than loud."
The little girl gave a content grin until it rose and hugged its father while whispering something in his ear that sounded like a goodnight although Erik wasn’t absolutely sure. Rachel owned a talent for giving unintelligible words when she was excited or tired, thus he didn’t wonder about it. Instead, he got to his feet, lifted his daughter up and carried her back upstairs into the room she shared with her twin brother. Seraphine followed them a few moments later with a sleeping Gabriel in her arms who gave a small purring sound when she lay him down, gently pulling the blanket over his body.
"One more song, please", Rachel whispered to Erik in a pleading tone that reminded him of her mother and closed her hands around his forearms as much as she found herself able to do.
"Alright, but afterwards you have to go to sleep."
"Promised."
He looked up to find Seraphine smiling at them before she sat down behind Erik, leaning her head against his back. She loved it whenever he sang to their children for his voice was filled with such loving intensity then that she forgot any troubles that might have occurred during the day. By the end of the song, Rachel had fallen asleep, hugging her stuffed animal tightly as if it replaced her father’s arms. Erik remained on the bed a bit longer with the feeling of Seraphine against his body until he turned around to look at her in the weak light that fell into the room from outside through the half opened door.
"Go to bed already, love", he whispered hardly audible to her, kissing her on her lips, "I’ll be there in a minute."
When he entered their bedroom shortly after her, Seraphine saw the mask in his hand and laughed. Since he hardly wore it anymore during the day, it was saved for special events such as those moments when their children were in bed asleep and they had time for each other. She gazed almost curious at him with the consequence that Erik put on his mask, but burst into laughter the very same moment as Seraphine grinned at him utterly amused with a theatrical gesture. Sometimes he found it hard to revive a bit of the old menacing seduction, nevertheless, he was successful most of the time.
"I’m sorry, love, but I don’t think I’ll be able to remove it in seriousness tonight", she excused her behavior, drawing him close to her body.
With a fake sigh, he removed his mask again and stroked over her face.
"Our children will turn seven next week", Seraphine whispered into his ear, making sure to wake his arousal, "Don’t you think it’s time for a third child by now?"
"That means you’re not taking those things from the midwife anymore, I suppose?", he wanted to know with a smile. They had both decided in unison to not have a baby so soon again as the twins were keeping them awake most of the time anyway.
"It does. Do you agree?"
"You know I always agree with you as long as you let me make love to you."
"Did I ever deny you?"
"Actually", he thought for a moment, "no. And it’s no wonder… how could you resist me?"
"That’s my problem… I simply can’t", she assured him as his hands moved over her body. Lately she had gained some weight, but it did her well, Erik decided, all the while never taking his eyes from her.
"What?"
"You’ve gained weight."
"That’s one of the three things you aren’t supposed to tell a woman ever, Erik", she informed him with a fake pout although she knew he was right and well aware that she didn’t mind anyway.
"I’m just wondering… what are the two other things?", a grin appeared on his face.
"How the hell am I supposed to know? We’ve never been normal, and we’ve never cared about what others say or do. In your case, however, I think that those two prohibitions concern you telling me that you are a monster and that you are ugly."
"You restrict me", Erik dramatically sighed in defeat, sitting down onto the bed, but Seraphine raised her hand to lay it on his face and make him look at her.
"Feel free to do whatever you want to now, love", she whispered against his lips before he claimed her in a loving kiss.
"I want another child."
"Then you will have to work for getting it", they laughed at her response. As he started undressing her, however, she gazed at him in fake menace.
"No more twins, I’m warning you."
But Erik only gave a laugh and shook his head.
About ten months later, Seraphine gave birth to a son who couldn’t wait long enough for his parents to arrive at Paris, thus spotting the light of day from the carriage he was born in.
"Welcome to the world, you impatient little thing".
Erik held his son up to look at him with a content smile, before he lay him into Seraphine’s arms so he could go and check on the coachman who had went through a nervous breakdown when he had been informed to stop the carriage since the child obviously wouldn’t wait until they arrived at the midwife’s house in Paris.
"Are you alright, Monsieur?", he asked, handing the poor man a bottle of Cognac that always used to be in the carriage.
"Is your wife…", the coachman trailed off to drink a few sips, and Erik didn’t care telling him that Seraphine and himself weren’t married and didn’t intend to get one day, either.
"She just made me a proud father of my third child."
"Oh dear Lord – you already have some?"
"Twins."
"You still want me to get you to Paris?"
Erik shook his head and avoided the man’s gaze at his mask. Meanwhile, he had gotten used to other people’s reaction although he never succeeded in completely suppressing his slight rage at the curious, sometimes fearful looks.
"It’s not necessary anymore as the child and its mother are well. We’ll stay here for a few more minutes… then you can bring us back."
The coachman had retired to his position on the carriage when Erik called him back once more.
"Please try to keep the horses at a steady pace – I wouldn’t want any sudden movements to occur when there’s a new born child with us."
The way he spoke those words made the coachman swallow in visible fear. If you don’t try to avoid any uncomfortable movements, he read in Erik’s dark eyes, be sure I will kill you most painfully. Thus he bowed to the masked man before taking his position on the coach box again with shaky legs. Erik, however, returned into the carriage where he found Seraphine nursing their son. She looked exhausted, probably even more than he did, yet the joy in her eyes almost dipped their surrounding into bright light.
"I’m just glad this isn’t the first birth I’ve ever witnessed", Erik stated in relief, sitting down next to her and letting her rest her head on his shoulder.
"Witnessed? You’re joking, Erik", she watched how he touched his son’s little hand, "I wouldn’t have known what to do without you."
"It’s not that hard to assist you, my dear, as you quite well know what you want me to do."
He thought for a moment, a smile playing around his lips.
"I believe I appreciated most when you wished me to hell and told me it’s all my fault that you are in a situation like that. And the cursing wasn’t weak, either."
"Oh, you know I didn’t truly mean it, Erik!", Seraphine defended herself in shown regret about her former behavior during being in labor, but he hushed her with a soft kiss.
"I know, love… don’t worry."
The carriage started to move in a slow pace, thus causing a grin on Erik’s face as he imagined the certainly still frightened coachman. All of a sudden, he felt like being in the Opera again, walking through the endless corridors, enjoying the many sounds and smells. He wondered how fast time had passed, the twins almost at the age of eight by now, and Seraphine facing her thirtieth birthday in a few months. Christine must be about twenty-nine as well, Erik guessed, but immediately pushed that thought aside. They hadn’t heard anything of the De Chagnys in years, almost giving them the feeling that they didn’t exist, and as much as he regretted the former singer’s decision to marry such an idiotic Viscomte, he still knew she was given a choice whether to stay with him or rather divorce him. He definitely wouldn’t spend the rest of his life pitying someone who refused to actually see the real world. Besides, he had a wonderful family – three children by now, he reminded himself with a smile at his little son – that deserved to receive only the best by all means.
"What are you thinking about?", Seraphine’s soft voice called him back to her.
"Nothing… just enjoying the thought of having another child with you by now."
And basically, that was nothing but the truth.
Only years later, when Seraphine considered her daughter to be old enough, she finally told her of Erik’s and her own past, the time at the Opera, the reason why Madame Giry was like a grandmother to them whenever they visited Paris. She felt a sting of melancholy at the memories of that time that lay so far behind, and yet – as if the sight of Erik every day kept a sparkle of it alive – she loved the family life they had chosen. Their children had compensated Erik for all the pain he had ever endured, all injustice caused by the Gypsies then and various others who had refused to see the man behind the mask. He was a loving father by every meaning, spent both his days and nights with caring for his children who rewarded him with growing up to beautiful young adults themselves. They never asked why their father’s right face side looked different from most other faces as they were used to it since birth, and only later on they finally understood how hard it must have been for him to bear those fearful gazes, filled with disgust. What astonished them about him over and over again, however, was Erik’s musical talent. The way he used to sing them lullabies when they were still children. The patience he showed while teaching them how to play the piano or strike the right vocal tones of songs. The love in his voice during songs he sang to their mother when he thought they were unwatched for a moment. Little did he know that three young ears were always pressed to the door, then, as if fearing they might miss a single wonderful sound from their father.
Rachel was the only one who ever found out about her parents. As for her siblings, she decided to better let the truth rest within herself, the great honor her mother had granted her by telling her of anything too touching to share it with others. Long after her parents’s death, she set foot on the Opera house for the very first time in her life as if she had to prove herself that this was the place she had been created, where anything of the life she had been blessed with so far had taken its beginning. A strange sadness occupied her thoughts while she walked through the partly damaged house. Madame Giry may have stood here after the chandelier came down, she thought at a place that felt familiar thanks to Seraphine’s exact descriptions, and at another corridor she wondered if that had led to the ballerinas’ rooms once. Anything was so lonely and forgotten, the war having left its scars even here in a cruel way, yet when she closed her eyes, she was able to see the Opera house in all its former glory, feeling excited people passing by, hearing tender feet mincing along with beautiful music. And somewhere above them, as if watching over anything and anyone who breathed in his Opera, the Phantom being present who’s appearance was nothing more but a shadow in the darkness, a white mask hiding his content smile before he disappeared into his underground lair again.
Rachel kept her mother’s secret in her heart until the day she died. And thus the truth about Erik and Seraphine was buried with her during the funeral on the snow-covered cemetery that already held both her parents united in peace and immortal love. As for the Phantom of the Opera, however, the mystery remained unchanged and fascinating to this day.
The End
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