The over whelming silence pulsed through the room. Erik leaned against the wall, his deathly black holes staring calmly in wonderment at the wise woman and her helpless child laying still on the bed.
"Christine?" Erik knew there knew there would be no answer, which was all the more reason to speak his thoughts to her now. "Do you believe in miracles?" Like a child talking to a stuffed bear or doll, he answered his own question. "You do? I suspected so, because at one time, I was stupid enough to believe you were one." Tears streamed down his skull like face and disappeared into his black dress coat. He could not stand his own guilt anymore, and he stepped out the door. Shutting the door silently behind him, he pressed his thin back against it and held himself tightly in his arms.
At one point I was your all capable angel, as you were mine. I though, no, I knew, that you were in love with Erik. Not the angel, the ghost, nor the genius, but Erik. He spoke to Christine, though she could not hear him. "I thought you understood."
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The man of the forest stood up straight and tossed the journal aside. Holding back his tears, he tried his best to convince himself that he had done the right thing.
"Jean, don't be ridiculous. Alice said it was right, and she is their caretaker. She is their mother, she must know. If Alice says they are devil children, she must be right."
Inside, he could not have been more weak, but outside, he was strong and all ruling. That was how he had convinced Adenaline and Jacob to run away.
"It is all going to be okay, Jean. You can find them and reconcile what has already been done."
With that being said, the man, Jean, set off with a new found slim hope of once again earning his two children's trust.
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Erik was up to his knees in water, staring at an individual spot on the ceiling. As he had been sitting against the door to Christine's room, he had heard an occasional dripping noise. In less than a minute it had grown from the drip, to a nice sized steady pouring from the street into their underground palace. Even though it was pouring into the lake, the lake could all too easily, overflow into the house, that is when everyone would be in trouble, particularly Christine and her tiny Erik.
Balancing carefully on his toes, he reached his bony hand, covered in a white sticky, pulp-like substance he had made to fill cracks such as these, into the crack and smeared it throughout.
"Not exactly the most attractive thing around, but I am not usually said to be a beautiful creature either. It should hold up for at least a week. By then the rain water should be gone."
A young woman in a pale blue dress gown holding a similarly clothed baby, stumbled casually into the small glass paneled room that looked out over the dark, murky lake. She coughed slightly under her breath, which gave a tremendous echo throughout that ever so tiny house on the lake.