Cheap Gothic Soap Opera, Part 50

Elizabeth ran into the kitchen. None of the cooks or servants looked up. They were too busy preparing food in case their master wanted to eat and then throwing the food away when their master was not hungry or decided he wanted Black Siberian caviar in a braised cabernet sauce instead of Red Cossack caviar with a sauteed chianti flavoring. She looked around the dank and hazy room until she spotted something shiny through the acrid smoke (even the food in those days was bad for the environment)...a knife! She sped across the kitchen and grabbed it.
The chef turned around from a concoction that can only be described as a mixture between jumbaliah, eggs benedict, and beef tempura, but in stew form. "What arle you doing with may cleaverl!?" he shouted with French rage.
Elizabeth cut the man down without a second thought, let alone a first thought. She felt something in the knife pulsing, humming with the electricity of life, and death. She tapped a servant on the back with her knife. "Um, excuse me, but where is Master Gornibas right now?" she asked sweetly.
"He's going to New Yorkeurgghghhggh..." died the servant.
"He's leaving? But I have to get my ring. And my finger!" She reached the front door just in time to see Gornibas' carriage go off in the distance. There was a crazed look in her eyes.
"No! Gornibas, no!" she yelled, accidentaly dropping the knife into the wooden floorboards of the porch. The crazed look left her eyes.
Suddenly Bob ran up to the Old House. "Elizabeth," he said, out of breath, "There is something I must tell you."
"Huh?" said Elizabeth, her attention momentarily taken away from the knife.
"I know you care for Gornibas, but...but I think...I think I love you!"
[stay tuned for 10 more episodes of "Cheap Gothic Soap Opera" revolving around this subplot and this subplot only!]

(OP: Nate, March 23 2007)