L'obscurite #Finished

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Meg laughed a strange maniacal laugh and Amy cringed away. She touched Jessie's hand. "Come, girls, Grandmother is tired."

The girls left and Jessie rolled her wheelchair out of the room. She stopped behind the door and listened, suddenly afraid of what might happen.

"Oh, Mother, Mother, Mother. How could you make up such stories?"

"Meg. You are the one that makes up the stories and fill your girls' heads with nonsense."

"Me? Why, I am a Baroness! Why would I make up stories?"

"Because you are insane."

"Insane?"

"Oh, yes. No one else may know, but I know. I am your mother. I know when something is wrong. It was you that hung Joseph Buquet! It was you who cut the rope of the chandelier! It was you who drowned Raoul's brother Philippe! It was you the whole time and yet I said nothing. Monsieur Erik took pity on me and claimed that he had done those things! We agreed to lie about your true nature! I can see the insanity in your eyes now, Meg! You killed Christine because you wanted Erik for yourself and it was no accident! You shot your best friend. You tried to kill your own daughter! Your own daughter! She can't even walk now because of you! You're a murderer, Meg!" Amy had never heard such passion in her Grandmother's voice. The anger and contempt made her heart ache.

"Enough! Enough!" Meg screamed.

 There was a sharp thud and the door flew open. It slammed into Amy's chair and Meg stormed through.Amy turned her chair around the door and paused in shock. A candlestick lay on the floor beside her grandmother, who was slumped to the side of her chair, blood gushing from a gash on her head.

"Grandmother!" Amy screamed. She fell forward out of the wheelchair and pulled herself to her grandmother. She pulled herself up to her grandmother."Grandmother, no. No. No. No."

Grandmother's eyes flicked open and she smiled at Amy. Gently, she ran a finger down Amy's cheek. "Mon petit. You heard it all?"

Amy nodded, not daring to speak.

"Good. You must find a place for your mother where she cannot hurt anyone else. This has gone far enough. You must write to the Persian. His name is Nadir Khan. He was a daroga in Persia once."

"Yes, of course." The tears started to slide down Amy's cheeks.

Grandmother's breathing grew more ragged. "And--Amy. Amy, you are not--Jessie and Tessa's sister and Meg is--not your mother. You--are the daughter of Christine--and Erik. Your--brother--is with--him.""What?" Amy's eyes widened.

Grandmother smiled. "Find him, Amy." Her eyes rolled back and she heaved a deep sigh. All was still. Amy let go of the chair and fell to the floor, sobbing.Jessie ran in. "Amy! What happened?"Amy looked up at her. "Mother must go to a home, Amy. We can't be around her anymore.""Alright, but what happened?""She killed her!" Amy wailed.Jessie dropped to her knees beside Amy and cried with her. It was a great loss in the Giry household.~