05; to be your regret.
To Be Your Regret
yellow light. (stoplight system.)
concerning: Angelique Bouchard.
610 words; complete. original post date: 07-30-09.
It was half past two in the morning and Angelique hadn't slept yet. It wasn't for lack of trying; she'd gone to bed absolutely furious and had merely wound up tossing and turning for only God knew how long. She finally forced herself out of bed, feeling her way in the darkness to the small, round table in her room and the matches that lay upon it next to the candle. Angelique struck one and lit the candle, casting a small part of the room in an eerie glow, shadows playing off of the wall in front of her. It wasn't much light, but then again, Angelique didn't need much light as she took to pacing the small space that her room offered.
She was still enraged - angry enough to throw and break things even, but she knew that it wouldn't solve anything. Besides, the last thing she needed was for someone to hear her and scold her for being awake like she was a naughty child. Angelique was far from that and she didn't appreciate being treated as such.
And she also didn't appreciate being lied to, but that's exactly what had happened, wasn't it? What made it worse was that she was simply supposed to accept the lies as they were delivered with other patronizing comments. Friendship was far from what Angelique wanted, and Barnabas certainly hadn't been willing to settle for that in Martinique. Why had everything changed in a few short months?
He said he loved Josette. She knew better. Barnabas was expected to marry Josette to enhance the Collins family fortune; this was simply his way of accepting fate. It had to be. He'd been shy and polite and somewhat awkward in Martinique. So kind, a sort of kindness and gentleness that she wasn't used to receiving at all from the people of the house, being a servant girl and whatnot. Of course, she was close to Josette, but Barnabas was... different.
She looked in the mirror. Had she been the one to change? Barnabas had said she was pretty back in Martinique, and she didn't believe for a moment that he lied to her. Angelique didn't think he had it in him to lie to her - ever. Angelique shook her head and reminded herself that he was a man. Men lied - she had learned that much, even though she didn't have much experience with them herself. They lied, whispered sweet things to entice a girl into their bedroom, and Angelique cursed herself for her naivety. Of course he would have said she was pretty and that he loved her, when who he really wanted was Josette. Had she really been reduced to a replacement of her mistress?
She froze in the middle of her bedroom and clenched her fists, taking deep, measured breaths to stop her rage from rising. Josette. Even the name sounded bitter and terrible in her mind. She would be civil toward her mistress, of course, but the friendship wasn't entirely true. Barnabas had been the one thing that Angelique had had that Josette did not, and now that the tables had turned, she couldn't take it. Her jealousy was growing uncontrollable - it had been for what seemed like years. Barnabas was simply the final card.
Another deep breath and Angelique marched to her chest of drawers and opened one of the drawers, pulling out a square of cloth: Barnabas' handkerchief. She pulled it through her fingers almost tenderly and smiled devilishly. If she could remember the hex right, the seemingly harmless piece of cloth would come in very handy very soon.
Barnabas Collins would pay; Angelique would see to that.
yellow light. (stoplight system.)
concerning: Angelique Bouchard.
610 words; complete. original post date: 07-30-09.
It was half past two in the morning and Angelique hadn't slept yet. It wasn't for lack of trying; she'd gone to bed absolutely furious and had merely wound up tossing and turning for only God knew how long. She finally forced herself out of bed, feeling her way in the darkness to the small, round table in her room and the matches that lay upon it next to the candle. Angelique struck one and lit the candle, casting a small part of the room in an eerie glow, shadows playing off of the wall in front of her. It wasn't much light, but then again, Angelique didn't need much light as she took to pacing the small space that her room offered.
She was still enraged - angry enough to throw and break things even, but she knew that it wouldn't solve anything. Besides, the last thing she needed was for someone to hear her and scold her for being awake like she was a naughty child. Angelique was far from that and she didn't appreciate being treated as such.
And she also didn't appreciate being lied to, but that's exactly what had happened, wasn't it? What made it worse was that she was simply supposed to accept the lies as they were delivered with other patronizing comments. Friendship was far from what Angelique wanted, and Barnabas certainly hadn't been willing to settle for that in Martinique. Why had everything changed in a few short months?
He said he loved Josette. She knew better. Barnabas was expected to marry Josette to enhance the Collins family fortune; this was simply his way of accepting fate. It had to be. He'd been shy and polite and somewhat awkward in Martinique. So kind, a sort of kindness and gentleness that she wasn't used to receiving at all from the people of the house, being a servant girl and whatnot. Of course, she was close to Josette, but Barnabas was... different.
She looked in the mirror. Had she been the one to change? Barnabas had said she was pretty back in Martinique, and she didn't believe for a moment that he lied to her. Angelique didn't think he had it in him to lie to her - ever. Angelique shook her head and reminded herself that he was a man. Men lied - she had learned that much, even though she didn't have much experience with them herself. They lied, whispered sweet things to entice a girl into their bedroom, and Angelique cursed herself for her naivety. Of course he would have said she was pretty and that he loved her, when who he really wanted was Josette. Had she really been reduced to a replacement of her mistress?
She froze in the middle of her bedroom and clenched her fists, taking deep, measured breaths to stop her rage from rising. Josette. Even the name sounded bitter and terrible in her mind. She would be civil toward her mistress, of course, but the friendship wasn't entirely true. Barnabas had been the one thing that Angelique had had that Josette did not, and now that the tables had turned, she couldn't take it. Her jealousy was growing uncontrollable - it had been for what seemed like years. Barnabas was simply the final card.
Another deep breath and Angelique marched to her chest of drawers and opened one of the drawers, pulling out a square of cloth: Barnabas' handkerchief. She pulled it through her fingers almost tenderly and smiled devilishly. If she could remember the hex right, the seemingly harmless piece of cloth would come in very handy very soon.
Barnabas Collins would pay; Angelique would see to that.