Chapter 7: Sadness and Handkerchiefs
By: PittsBurghFuzz
Faith and Vivian were in the kitchen, cooking up some oatmeal for all of the guests at Erik's mansion.
"Say Vivian," Faith asked, "have you seen Erik around these days?"
Vivian shrugged her shoulders. "I haven't Faith, I haven't. Not since dinner a few days ago. It think I heard the master go to his joyful prison."
"Ah." Faith continued making food.
Ravelli walked around the house, telling everyone to get ready for breakfast. It was an amazing feet at how fast he told everyone, considering how short his legs were. He knew that Erik was in the grand study, and decided to inform him about breakfast. Ravelli then saw George, who had no legs.
"Hey George." Ravelli said waving.
"Oh, hey Ravelli," George replied, "how are you this morning?"
"Oh the usual, informing everyone about breakfast, its become old hat by now."
"Yeah, I bet it has. How has Erik? Have you seen him?"
"Not for a few days, but whatever. Its his business. I have to go George, I'll see you later."
"Alright then, take care."
Jacob was in his room whistling a tune Erik wrote. He heard a knock at the door.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Jacob, come down for breakfast." Ravelli told him.
"Thanks Ravelli."
Jacob got out of bed and yawned. He walked towards the door, and exited his bedroom. Jacob bumped into a woman.
"Who are you?" Jacob asked.
"Oh, I'm Christine."
"When did you come here? I met all of the guests here, but I don't recognize you. Yet somehow, you seem familiar. I'm Jacob by the way."
"Well, nice to meet you, Jacob."
"Do you know Erik well?"
Christine stared towards the staircase, where Erik was gracefully climbing the stairs.
"Too well." Christine said.
Erik finally arrived, next to Christine and Erik.
"Good morning, Jacob, Christine." Erik nodded.
"Good morning." Christine said softly.
"Jacob? Are you ready for breakfast?"
"You bet!"
"Good." Erik smiled. Jacob and Erik went down the stairs together. For some strange reason, Christine always thought Erik would be good with children, outside his bursts of anger.
Jacob pulled on Erik's sleeve and pointed to Christine, and whispered to him. Erik nodded.
"Christine, are you coming?" Erik asked.
"Yeah, sure." Christine followed Erik and Jacob down the staircase.
Christine entered the dinning hall, with great shock. Not because of the people with physical oddities, but the colossal size of the dinning hall itself. Erik happened to have an extra seat for Madame Giry and Christine.
After the meal, everyone went back to their rooms, while Erik went to his "joyful prison". Jacob took notice, and followed him in.
Erik went to a separate room in his damp chamber, and sat at his desk. Jacob hid behind a nearby wall. Erik opened a drawer and took out something. Jacob saw that Erik was looking at a handkerchief, smelling it. Jacob decided to get out of the dark lair, but tripped. Erik heard the noise and quickly turned around.
"Who is here?" Erik roared.
"Jacob, Erik." Jacob said, scared.
"I'm terribly sorry Jacob, I thought you were someone else who got in here once." Erik said, with a sad tone to his voice. "Do you need anything, Jacob?"
Jacob shook his head. "I'll go to my room now. Sorry Erik."
"Don't apoligize Jacob, its my fault. Thank you."
Jacob nodded and left. After that, Erik locked his door, which was like that of a heavy prison cell. Erik went back to his desk and smelled the handkerchief.
"Oh Abbey, why did I ever have to meet you?" Erik broke down to tears.