This is official chapter one of this story. I want to introduce the maid to you. Meet Papillon ( Pap-lee-On ) her little side story and how she came to love our little Erik.
This maid was Papillon, her name was given to her by her grandmother. "My little butterfly, Yes my little Papillon." She was a very beautiful girl in her young age. The sight of her alone could make a normal man swoon. On occasion she would just bat her eyes and get away with the little things that she would do wrong.
She was known for being clumsy and shy, but she had a fire in her eyes that made the other woman near her fear to get on her bad side. The fact that she came from a family accused of witchcraft and spell casting, many didn't try to see what she had learned from her grandmother. The older she got the more hauntingly beautiful she got. She was said to be marrying a handsome suitor from a small town in France. But to every ones shock, He died suddenly the night before the wedding. Most thought that she would be devastated, but she was not, Saddened at his death but never really affected by it at all. She went on living alone, not intending on ever wedding anyone.
The day Erik was born she had been sent out to get small things that the woman wanted, though none of it was needed, she still went to retrieve it. On Papillon's return she heard the rumors of the hideous thing that came from the madden. She was intrigued from the first words. What could be so hideous about a baby? Babies were always so cute, even the ugly ones, so how could this one be hideous? She finished her duties and went looking for the baby. They said it was locked away in a room on the far and abandoned side of the large house. She walked for what seemed ages till she heard the whimpers of a small creature coming from a room at the end of the hall.
She ran to the noise of the cries. As she got to the door the cries seemed to weaken and die all at once. She panicked and turned her back to the door. What if the poor thing died? How could she deal with that? Gathering her courage all at once she turned and opened the door and peeked in.
There at the edge of the room, in a small, dust covered crib laid a small form. She walked in slowly, looking for any sign that the baby was moving. She edged up to it and looked down at the sorry little thing. Oh how wonderful a life is. She reached out and lowered the blanket away from the baby's face to see what everyone had been talking about.
With a loud gasp she held her hand over the little hallowed face of the baby. It's eyes were sunken in and there was no nose, Almost a skull really. Pale skin stretched over the small things form, dark red veins ran under the surface and etched a permanent spider's web over the baby. A small skeleton like creature lay before her, But this was a child, one who from the first moments in the world, has never felt any kind of affection.
Her heart ached at the thought. She placed a shaking hand on the little thing and pulled away quickly when it fussed. She had never really worked with babies before, this experience was new for both of them. with a sudden yell the baby cried to be held. She obliged and held the small and fragile form to her chest. The feeling of it's heartbeat, so fast and loud, against her own made her heart sore. She wanted nothing more than to hold the small baby forever.
Then with a started yelp she held it away from her. A small warm wet spot grew of the blanket that she had wrapped it in. The poor thing burst into fresh tears as it sat wrapped in it's own filth. "Oh now, now don't cry. Here let me get you out of that little one." She set it down and unwrapped it and was startled to find that the baby was a boy. "Oh my I didn't think to ask if you were a boy or girl, I guess I know now" She giggled and cleaned him with a dry end of the now filthy blanket. "Now I don't have another blanket for you to pee on but I have my apron if that's ok with you?" She smiled as the little boy smiled back at her. "Okay then, here we go." she wrapped him up again and held him to her. She sang a tune that had no set melody. This was her little gift, the Lord's way of saying she was being looked over. A way that he showed her she was loved. And she would return the love to this little boy who needed it most of all. "My little Erik, you will be loved. Always."
So this is Papillon, and her new found love for Erik. But this is only the beginning of her problems it the Destler home. Thank you of reading till the end and I can't wait till things pick up speed. Please comment, like, and follow to hear what comes next. And don't worry I won't stop till the primadona bring the chandelier down.