Disclaimer: Well, I'm supposed to tell you here that I don't own these
characters, but in fact I do. They came to me, I didn't ask them to take me
over, they just did it anyway.
~Chapter ten~
Erik seemed to ponder for a few seconds that seemed like ages.
"Come here, you wanted to know what the key of death is all about, now I'll show you." he said and pulled her by the arm out of the drawing room and into his own, dreadful bedroom.
"What are you doing with me Erik? Erik please let me go, you're hurting me. Erik, please!" she shouted, but his determined mind seemed as fixed as his disfiguredment, and she wasn't even sure that he could hear her. He snatched the bag from her hand, and flipped it upside down, and she saw the key that was left in it fall into his bony hand. He threw the bag away, and stepped up to a dark cabinet she had never thought of before, next to the organ, almost completely hidden behind piles of notes. With a annoyed or angry (she couldn't tell which) sound he pushed the notes away with his free arm so they fell into a chaos on the floor like big snowflakes on the first winterday, and thus cleared the view of the dark cabinet in the corner.
It was magnificently decorated, and must have been made out of mahogony. Tiny rosebuds surrounded the cabinet door and the door itself, that had looked so dark recently was actually made of darkblue glass, but very dusty.
He glanced at her, and didn't know why, but he actually felt a need to explain the cabinets dusty outside, or quickly dust it off with his arm, but then he shook that feeling off. He shouldn't feel the need to explain anything to anyone, not about this, not about anything. This was his buisness, and should have stayed that way, if Christine hadn't touched the key of death!
He put the key in a tiny locker at the left side of the cabinet, turned the key, and opened the door. Inside there was this sort of jar looking thing.
"Happy now?!" Was all he could say, and then he let Christine go and turned away, walked a couple of steps away and he waited with crossed arms until he heard the question he knew would come.
"What's that?" Christine was afraid to go and have a closer look, knowing Erik this could be anything from highly deadly poison to. well whatever that sick, twisted mind of his could come up with. She didn't dare to trust him any more. There must have been a reason for his anger in the drawing room. She heard Erik sigh over her shoulder, but he didn't offer any reply. She took a step back, afraid that the lock mechanism might have light something that might blow up in her face or something, but then she remembered that Erik had never hurt her with any of his gadgets. yet anyway. So she stepped closer again.
"Erik is it dangerous?" She turned to look at him. "Erik, is it dangerous? Answer me Erik!" He shrugged and said with a thoughtful voice "It can wound you by the heart if you're not careful. but for you? No, it's not dangerous Christine."
"What is that Erik?" He walked past her and picked the jar up, and when he took it out of the cabinet and pulled it into the light she saw that it wasn't a jar, which she had at first thought. It was an urne!
"That, my dear, is yours truly birthmother. The original owner to some of the things I have down here, and the one who taught me to serve and be an obedient servant to others originally."
"But." said Christine and swallowed hard "why didn't you burry her?"
"I thought about it." he said, turning the urne, looking at it in different angles ". but then I thought, why give someone eternal rest at the cemetary, who hasn't given me any rest for the last thirty something years? When she died she left several questions unanswered, so why should I let her rest in peace? She hasn't given me any!"
She could see that he was sinsere about all of this, because his stiff, and hurt bodylanguage said more than his words did, and he usually could keep his cool, she knew that much.
"When you went to see your fathers grave at Perros- Guirec, Christine, I thought I would burry her there, near the churchwall, but I couldn't. She still haunted my thoughts even then. Even then she refused to let me go."
Christine put her hand on Eriks stiff shoulder, and could feel him tense under her touch.
"You have to let her go some day, Erik."
"I know." he said. "But not just yet, that's why I keep her here. In this deathcabinet. I like to think that I can make her suffer a bit, just like she made me suffer." Leaving the thoughtful voice, seemingly remembering what had brought them to the cabinet in the first place he said "You see Christine, death isn't always pleasant, and you, as a faithful Christian should know that as long as I don't burry her in sacred ground, she won't have any rest. I won't let her." he said and put the urne back into the cabinet, closed the door to it, and locked it again "And if you don't start obaying my orders, you might end up in one of these too! " he said, and walked out of the room in a rage that seemed to hide something more. Sadness perhaps? Or hopelessness? She couldn't tell.
As he slammed the door shut Christine realized how terrified she had been, and afraid of loosing her life, just a couple of minutes earlier, so she started to shake, and even though she tried to hold them back, revealing tears fell down her cheeks.
"What have I gotten myself into?" she said to herself, and dried her tears with the back of her hand, and then started to pick up the notes from the floor, not ready to meet Erik again just yet.
~Chapter ten~
Erik seemed to ponder for a few seconds that seemed like ages.
"Come here, you wanted to know what the key of death is all about, now I'll show you." he said and pulled her by the arm out of the drawing room and into his own, dreadful bedroom.
"What are you doing with me Erik? Erik please let me go, you're hurting me. Erik, please!" she shouted, but his determined mind seemed as fixed as his disfiguredment, and she wasn't even sure that he could hear her. He snatched the bag from her hand, and flipped it upside down, and she saw the key that was left in it fall into his bony hand. He threw the bag away, and stepped up to a dark cabinet she had never thought of before, next to the organ, almost completely hidden behind piles of notes. With a annoyed or angry (she couldn't tell which) sound he pushed the notes away with his free arm so they fell into a chaos on the floor like big snowflakes on the first winterday, and thus cleared the view of the dark cabinet in the corner.
It was magnificently decorated, and must have been made out of mahogony. Tiny rosebuds surrounded the cabinet door and the door itself, that had looked so dark recently was actually made of darkblue glass, but very dusty.
He glanced at her, and didn't know why, but he actually felt a need to explain the cabinets dusty outside, or quickly dust it off with his arm, but then he shook that feeling off. He shouldn't feel the need to explain anything to anyone, not about this, not about anything. This was his buisness, and should have stayed that way, if Christine hadn't touched the key of death!
He put the key in a tiny locker at the left side of the cabinet, turned the key, and opened the door. Inside there was this sort of jar looking thing.
"Happy now?!" Was all he could say, and then he let Christine go and turned away, walked a couple of steps away and he waited with crossed arms until he heard the question he knew would come.
"What's that?" Christine was afraid to go and have a closer look, knowing Erik this could be anything from highly deadly poison to. well whatever that sick, twisted mind of his could come up with. She didn't dare to trust him any more. There must have been a reason for his anger in the drawing room. She heard Erik sigh over her shoulder, but he didn't offer any reply. She took a step back, afraid that the lock mechanism might have light something that might blow up in her face or something, but then she remembered that Erik had never hurt her with any of his gadgets. yet anyway. So she stepped closer again.
"Erik is it dangerous?" She turned to look at him. "Erik, is it dangerous? Answer me Erik!" He shrugged and said with a thoughtful voice "It can wound you by the heart if you're not careful. but for you? No, it's not dangerous Christine."
"What is that Erik?" He walked past her and picked the jar up, and when he took it out of the cabinet and pulled it into the light she saw that it wasn't a jar, which she had at first thought. It was an urne!
"That, my dear, is yours truly birthmother. The original owner to some of the things I have down here, and the one who taught me to serve and be an obedient servant to others originally."
"But." said Christine and swallowed hard "why didn't you burry her?"
"I thought about it." he said, turning the urne, looking at it in different angles ". but then I thought, why give someone eternal rest at the cemetary, who hasn't given me any rest for the last thirty something years? When she died she left several questions unanswered, so why should I let her rest in peace? She hasn't given me any!"
She could see that he was sinsere about all of this, because his stiff, and hurt bodylanguage said more than his words did, and he usually could keep his cool, she knew that much.
"When you went to see your fathers grave at Perros- Guirec, Christine, I thought I would burry her there, near the churchwall, but I couldn't. She still haunted my thoughts even then. Even then she refused to let me go."
Christine put her hand on Eriks stiff shoulder, and could feel him tense under her touch.
"You have to let her go some day, Erik."
"I know." he said. "But not just yet, that's why I keep her here. In this deathcabinet. I like to think that I can make her suffer a bit, just like she made me suffer." Leaving the thoughtful voice, seemingly remembering what had brought them to the cabinet in the first place he said "You see Christine, death isn't always pleasant, and you, as a faithful Christian should know that as long as I don't burry her in sacred ground, she won't have any rest. I won't let her." he said and put the urne back into the cabinet, closed the door to it, and locked it again "And if you don't start obaying my orders, you might end up in one of these too! " he said, and walked out of the room in a rage that seemed to hide something more. Sadness perhaps? Or hopelessness? She couldn't tell.
As he slammed the door shut Christine realized how terrified she had been, and afraid of loosing her life, just a couple of minutes earlier, so she started to shake, and even though she tried to hold them back, revealing tears fell down her cheeks.
"What have I gotten myself into?" she said to herself, and dried her tears with the back of her hand, and then started to pick up the notes from the floor, not ready to meet Erik again just yet.