08; you'll pay the price.
You'll Pay The Price.
yellow light. (stoplight system.)
concerning: Angelique Bouchard, Barnabas Collins.
488 words; complete. original post date: 07-30-09.
Angelique was too busy stabbing the ragdoll that she held with pins to notice Barnabas back up in shock before rushing to where he'd hid a gun under a cushion. She'd keep him there with her - the fact she held his precious little sister's life in her hands would ensure that. She didn't notice him check the gun or pull the trigger. Even the gunshot barely registered with her until she felt a searing pain in her shoulder and realized that the shriek echoing throughout the drawing room was her own. She dropped the doll and stumbled back against the column behind her. Angelique clutched at her shoulder as if to stop the pain and pulled it away, looking down at her own palm.
Blood.
"Barnabas, what have you done?!" she shrieked. Her back connected with the stone of the column and she slid down it, collapsing to the floor. Barnabas rushed to her side and fetched the doll. Of course he wouldn't be concerned for his own wife, crumpled on the floor and gasping for air, bleeding to death. A glorified piece of cloth was of more importance to him. Angelique should have known that she was nothing. She never was, and never would be, even in death.
But, oh, he would never forget her. She would make sure of that, even with her dying breaths. Angelique pressed her hand harder agains the wound, willing it to stop bleeding if for a moment. "You didn't do the job well enough, Barnabas," she hissed with all the rage she could muster. "I am not dead yet. And while I can still breathe-" Angelique paused for a moment, steadying herself and her voice - "I will have my revenge."
She watched as Barnabas simply stood there blankly. He'd wanted to do this all along, hadn't he? Oh, she hated him. She hated him with all the power she ever had.
"I set a curse on you, Barnabas Collins!" Angelique's bright blue eyes seared with rage. "You wanted your Josette so much - well, you shall have her." She paused, giving him a moment to revel in the thought before adding, "But not in the way that you would have chosen. You will never rest, Barnabas, and you will never be able to love anyone. For whoever loves you -" she gasped, knowing that she was low on time. The pain was too much, but she had to finish this - "will die." She swayed dangerously on the floor, trying to hold herself up as she sneered at him in fury. "That is my curse. And you will live with it through all eternity."
Though Barnabas showed no reaction, Angelique felt an immense satisfaction exacting her revenge. It was finally done, wasn't it? He would become a monster - exactly the sort of thing that he had been to her since her arrival. Angelique's only regret was that she wouldn't be there to see it.
yellow light. (stoplight system.)
concerning: Angelique Bouchard, Barnabas Collins.
488 words; complete. original post date: 07-30-09.
Angelique was too busy stabbing the ragdoll that she held with pins to notice Barnabas back up in shock before rushing to where he'd hid a gun under a cushion. She'd keep him there with her - the fact she held his precious little sister's life in her hands would ensure that. She didn't notice him check the gun or pull the trigger. Even the gunshot barely registered with her until she felt a searing pain in her shoulder and realized that the shriek echoing throughout the drawing room was her own. She dropped the doll and stumbled back against the column behind her. Angelique clutched at her shoulder as if to stop the pain and pulled it away, looking down at her own palm.
Blood.
"Barnabas, what have you done?!" she shrieked. Her back connected with the stone of the column and she slid down it, collapsing to the floor. Barnabas rushed to her side and fetched the doll. Of course he wouldn't be concerned for his own wife, crumpled on the floor and gasping for air, bleeding to death. A glorified piece of cloth was of more importance to him. Angelique should have known that she was nothing. She never was, and never would be, even in death.
But, oh, he would never forget her. She would make sure of that, even with her dying breaths. Angelique pressed her hand harder agains the wound, willing it to stop bleeding if for a moment. "You didn't do the job well enough, Barnabas," she hissed with all the rage she could muster. "I am not dead yet. And while I can still breathe-" Angelique paused for a moment, steadying herself and her voice - "I will have my revenge."
She watched as Barnabas simply stood there blankly. He'd wanted to do this all along, hadn't he? Oh, she hated him. She hated him with all the power she ever had.
"I set a curse on you, Barnabas Collins!" Angelique's bright blue eyes seared with rage. "You wanted your Josette so much - well, you shall have her." She paused, giving him a moment to revel in the thought before adding, "But not in the way that you would have chosen. You will never rest, Barnabas, and you will never be able to love anyone. For whoever loves you -" she gasped, knowing that she was low on time. The pain was too much, but she had to finish this - "will die." She swayed dangerously on the floor, trying to hold herself up as she sneered at him in fury. "That is my curse. And you will live with it through all eternity."
Though Barnabas showed no reaction, Angelique felt an immense satisfaction exacting her revenge. It was finally done, wasn't it? He would become a monster - exactly the sort of thing that he had been to her since her arrival. Angelique's only regret was that she wouldn't be there to see it.