Little Jammes - I love you. you are the best friend a girl could have.
Erik stared at Madeline in horror, as if this was a cold, cruel joke on his fragile heard. DEAD…The words resounded through his mined. They sounded so odd, so macabre connected to her name. Maddy's face paled at the pain and anger in his yellow eyes.
"No," he whispered. "No!" With one enraged motion he was on his feet. In his anger he toppled the table, sending candles and papers flying in an exodus of motion. Vaguely he saw Madeline run from the room and in that moment he noticed just how much like her mother she was but also…himself?
Tears stained Maddy's face as she rushed back to the louise-Phillipe room to grab her things. Lucius approached her nervously, alarmed by Erik's screams of agony. Mlle., what is wrong?" He asked kindly, trying to calm her down.
"I'm sorry, I have to go. I can't stay here another moment. Please Lucius, I'll give you anything. I just need to get out." Madeline gasped, fighting against his arms.
"I ask you not to leave," he whispered. Slowly she began to calm down and started to cry into his arms.
"Christine is my mother," she gasped, "and she's dead!" She screamed though her tears. Erik had terrible timing. He stormed into the room, ripping Madeline from Lucius's arms. Furiously he pulled her head back by her hair, grinding his teeth.
"How did she die?" He screamed. Madeline couldn't respond. "How did she die?" He repeated, shaking her violently.
"Erik," Lucius gasped reaching to pull him off Maddy.
"Of a broken heart," Maddy finally said. "There was never a day that she did not cry for you. She died because she loved you. And because she loved the bastard child you would never know."
Erik stepped back releasing her. "Child? My child?" Erik could not believe what he was hearing.
"Yes, Erik. My mother gave herself to you seventeen years ago. She raised your child a secret from everyone. Erik, I am your daughter."
"Erik," Madeline called to him, but couldn't respond, shock over took him.
"Erik what is going on?" Lucius looked at Maddy, than at his father. She looked different than the helpless girl she saved the night before, she looked divine, confidant, stern…She looked like…Erik.
Erik found himself sitting down upon her bed, staring up at Christine's child…his child. She looked just like his angel when he started their lessons except the straight black hair that hung to her back. Something she didn't inherit from Christine nor Raoul.
"But…how?" He found himself saying, she took a seat beside him, taking his cold hands of death into her own warm life. She didn't leap back as all others who touched him, but pressed her hands closer.
"Mother wrote about it in her journal," Maddy blushed at how descriptive she ahd written the night she left Erik. "That night…the last she saw you…," she trailed off, not waning to talk to him about it.
"She didn't have to continue, he remembered that night perfectly, forever reliving her touch in his mind, how soft she was…how warm.
"But I …I could never father a child…" He muttered, believing no monster was worth having descendants'.
"But you did," she spoke softly.
"And Raoul?"
"He doesn't know," she said plainly. He leaned back observing all that she had told him.
"My child?" The words sounded foreign to him, like one of the few languages he had yet to master.
"Your daughter." Maddy spoke.
"My daughter, Madeline."
"Maddy if you don't mind. I rather don't like my full name." Erik almost laughed but thought it wise not to.
"Maddy."