She stayed silent this time, her eyes half filled with hurt and half filled with anger. She didn’t want him to see her hurt, it was awful being perceived as weak. The word innocent made her feel sick, but the real blow was the comment about how she had no good in her right from the start. If she had a heart left to give it would have cracked then and there as she turned away and faced the large glass panels, staring out at Collinsport.
So many things had gone unsaid, and maybe if she hadn’t been so frightened of what his Father would do she would’ve told him sooner. She remembered the countless bruises and cuts, where Barnabas had asked of them and she had told him that she had tripped or fallen over whilst doing some chore or another. And he hadn’t even questioned it. She had had enough, too much would come spilling out, and he was right in what he said. He couldn’t believe a word that would come out of her mouth. She couldn’t blame him for that, she had gone too far and she had lost herself in her magic. Something her own Father had been destroyed for when she was only very young.
She cleared her throat, not wanting to look at him again as she continued to stare out at the view. “I believe we are done too. You know the way out.” she replied in an icy tone, not bothering to turn around again, assuming he would be out the door within seconds.
There was a slight pause and then when she did speak, her voice was surprisingly calm. He was expecting her to shout at him as well and continue the argument. For a moment, he wondered if his harsh words had upset her, but he soon dismissed that thought. In comparison to the things he said to her in the past, it did not seem much worse to him. After all, he had only been defending his family and what reason would she have to get saddened by that? As far as Barnabas knew, there was no reason.
Still, something seemed a little off. He knew her well enough to be able to sense that, although he could not put his finger on what exactly it was. He turned his head to glance back at her once more. She was looking out the window and facing away from him, which made it obvious that the conversation was in fact over. He hesitated for a moment, letting out a sigh, and then uttered under his breath, “Very well.” Without another word, Barnabas left her office and closed the door behind him, still in disbelief that Angelique really had survived the fire. Many questions went through his mind, but it did not seem like it was the right time to search for answers and anyway, he was certain that he would be hearing from her again soon.
She burst out laughing as he spoke, more in surprise and sheer shock than anything. She loved this man. Maybe the Collins family suffered because of what they had done to her all those years ago. Each and every one of them had a part in her undoing. Why she never told him was beyond her, she didn’t like thinking about it mostly.
"You broke my heart. And you had the nerve to say in the ‘midst’ of my untimely death that once upon a time you could have loved me? What was that? A final dagger through the heart?" She asked. She had not used magic since she had recovered, and she felt her poor, trembling hands hot with it now.
"Your family destroyed any truce…or any goodness I had left two hundred years ago." she told him. Her voice was shaking, but not with upset, with sheer anger and rage.
"Your family are safe Barnabas. I mean them no harm anymore." she simply replied. "I destroyed those who were to blame for all of this, so there’s no problem is there?" she asked, lowering her voice.
The truth was, Barnabas had had a very tinted view of his generation of family. His parents were not good people, nor was his beloved Josette, but what could she do now? Anything she would say to try and explain why she did what she did would be diminished as lies. It was hard, but she settled for the fact she would rather him hate her than drag up painful memories that haunted her past, present and surely future too.
It was very possible that Barnabas had a basis opinion of his parents and Josette. In his eyes, they were pure, well mannered people, who always had good intentions. That was how he remembered them to be and it would be painful to imagine them as anything else aside from that. After such a long period of time, it would also be near impossible for Barnabas to accept that they may have not been good people. He still loved them dearly, even if he would have to admit that his memories of them were not as crystal clear as they once were two centuries ago.
"What is it you mean, Angelique? Yes, I may have broken your heart, but my innocent family did not destroy your goodness. They were not responsible for that. Perhaps you never had any to begin with, even two centuries ago. How dare you accuse them of such a thing, after you brutally murdered them? I do not believe a word that comes from your wretched mouth! You say that you shall not continue harm my family, but you have not given me a reason to trust you. I believe we are done speaking about this." He turned to leave, but did not yet walk out the door. He still had so many questions.
A particularly gloomy afternoon in Collinsport was the perfect time for Barnabas to go for a walk. He took his time as he wondered through the small town. All the work that needed to be done for his family’s cannery had been finished and so for the first time in awhile, there was no reason to rush about. The bright, colorful lights of the record store caught his eye and he decided to have a look inside. Although this modern world was still a mystery to him, he was also amazed by all the new technology of the 1970s. As he browsed through the shop, he recalled that Carolyn had been upset several days ago because her cousin, David, tried to use and ended up accidentally breaking one of her records. Barnabas often felt badly for the young girl, who seemed to be very unhappy with her life and decided that perhaps buying her another record to replace her old one would cheer her up. The only problem was that he was uncertain about which one she would like. “Pardon me,” he called to the person across from him, who was also looking through the records. “What would you recommend? I am purchasing a gift for my teenage niece.”
Angelique had returned, and God it felt good. Whilst she might have needed that two year gap to compose herself and work out exactly what she was going to do, and what she was going to say to the man she loved, loathed and lost. The first thing she did was go to Angel Bay. The place was doing well. Not as well as it might have if she were still here, but they had opened up two new branches, one in Spain and one in England, providing her a nice little sum and profit which she very much appreciated.
She knew that news would travel fast that a Bouchard was back in town, and her office was soon flooded with various visitors, none of which she really gave a damn about though. There was one man still yet to make his presence known and she wouldn’t settle till she had seen him.
It didn’t take long before she saw the beat up chevy roll into the parking lot, and the cane that she had snapped into two pieces previously come out of the car.
She counted down from a minute and only got to thirty seconds before her office door swung open and he barged through. Barnabas Collins…well he hadn’t changed a bit, except for the wedding band on his finger. However she knew very well she could have that off quicker than she bedded him the heated night in her office.
A smile played on her lips as he walked through, and she was most surprised to see he looked a little relieved that she was alive and not perished in the midst of the family ruins. She would’ve thought that he would have been furious, but he simply seemed shocked as she leant back in her black leather chair, her deep blue eyes focussing on his that were almost black.
"What? After you lifted me from that wretched chandelier and carried me out to safety?" she asked sarcastically. "Oh wait. That didn’t happen." she added, her voice as cold as her expression.
"You see you dug yourself a hole here…if you’ll excuse the turn of phrase." she added a small smirk appearing on her lips. "Because now…that makes you no better than me…you left me for DEAD!" She snapped her tone of coldness transforming to anger within a second. She took a moment, cooling her temper before glancing back up at him. "No…I used magic, it wasn’t difficult. I was gone before you were…you just never looked back." she told him.
Even as he stood in the doorway and looked right at Angelique, it almost did not seem real. How could he have possibly been so foolish to think she had died? Of course there was no way for him to be certain if she immediately left Collinwood and he did watch as her heart literally broke into millions of piece, but he should have known that a witch would not so easily surrender, especially not Angelique Bouchard.
He never necessarily wanted her to die, but it was a quite a relief when he thought that she would never be able to place any more curses upon his innocent family. They already suffered enough throughout the years because of his mistakes. Barnabas became lost in his thoughts, until her sudden burst of anger caused him to flinch. His eyes narrowed into a glare as she continued to speak. The feeling of shock began to fade slowly and instead, he grew more and more upset with her. “I did not have a choice, Angelique! My family does not deserve what you have done to them, they were in misery. You had to be stopped!”
Barnabas came to the realization that shouting at his past lover and longtime enemy would only make the situation worse. He did not want her to continue with her old schemes and tricks to make the lives of everyone he holds dear miserable once again. The only way to settle this may be with a truce. “I mean to keep my family safe, do you understand? You must leave them be and we shall all move on from this. It is in the past. There is no need to continue a centuries old quarrel that causes us both nothing but unhappiness and remorse.”
((Barnabas Collins was a family man,
And now he had put things right,
Returned from the grave,
Josette he did save,
And saw the cause of it burn in the night.
But in the back of his mind he knew he was wrong,
That he had been partly to blame,
He gave into lust,
And that non-changing bust,
Then watched her perish in the flames.
Though he held little remorse for what she had done,
She had killed, destroyed and caused pain,
He had Josette,
And tried not to fret,
The witch had come to the end of her reign.
But now there were rumours of a certain return,
A ‘sister’ with dark brown hair,
It didn’t feel right,
It gave him a plight,
And the news was too worrying to bear.
So this is the new story of Barnabas Collins,
And his problems that began to come in play,
Angelique was back,
Without so much as a crack,
And it looked like she was going to stay.))
((Mwahaha I love a good limerick ;) ))
"Please, talk to me."
"I have no idea…"
"I know what this is!"
"Why did you do that?"
"How could you do this?"
"Let me do it!"
"Leave me alone."
"Don’t leave me."
"Don’t touch me."
"Why weren’t you there?"
"Why are you here?"
"What are you doing?"
"Just look at it!"
"How did you get in here?"
"How did you escape?"
"I want to help you."
"You’re a monster!"
"You’re not a monster!"
(( Although Barnabas may be dead, There are lots of worries inside his head. But a few remain the worst of all, Like what would happen if the cannery would fall? But another one that stays in his brain, Is the witch returning even more insane. But instead of trying to return his affection, She goes in a more willing direction. After five more years, a reincarnation in a young girl, Who will make young David's head swirl. A love potion would just be there, And he would also be the heir.))
((ooh that’s so perfect!! You’re amazing at writing for Carolyn, by the way.))
"Oh brother." Carolyn’s eyebrows raised as he went up to begin talking, insulting Angel Bay in under a minute. Someone behind her spoke up, and sure enough it was the man who had previously presented. "I’ll have you know that Angel Bay is a respected company! Much better than whatever you’ve got going on here." He explained, only making Carolyn feel more miserable about it all. Leave it to one of her family members to follow her to school and annoy her once again. The teen was not sure what to do or say, but managed to role her eyes and frown at the sight.
He felt very irritated by the foolish man. Barnabas could not understand why he seemed to be so defensive about and loyal to Angelique’s company. “I can assure you that Angel Bay is nothing in comparison to my business. If you had respect for Collinsport and the family who founded it, then you would be able to comprehend that,” he said, speaking directly to the peasant. “Of course there is nothing Angel Bay can offer that we cannot.”
Two years. It had been long enough for people to forget what she was but not long enough for people to disregard the Bouchard name. Whether the Collins family like it or not she had improved the town and it’s business. When Collins Cannery had been left abandoned she was the one who provided jobs, food and money to the town and it’s people, and she wasn’t about to be run out lying down.
Of course it was going to be a shock for her to come driving in and take over AngelBay again, and even more of a shock for Barnabas when he came to realise she hadn’t perished in the fire all that time ago. She had made subtle changes, not enough for anyone to question that she was a member of the Bouchard bloodline but enough for mere mortals to realise that she was the exact same witch who had practically demolished half the pier two years previous. Her bleach blonde hair had darkened back to it’s original state, and gone was the pale and harsh makeup that gave her that fearful look. She opted for the much natural option, posing as her as ”Angie’s sister’. Only the Collins knew her by the name of Angelique so it was a perfect time for her to return to her original namesake too.
Whilst away she had spent her days in Martinique, recovering from what had happened that fateful night, where it had been revealed that she was indeed responsible for the downfall of the Collins family and its’ many disasters. And upon reflecting upon the matter maybe she had gone a little too far- (not that she would admit that publically) there were a lot of things that Barnabas did not know about his precious Josette, Vicky or whoever the hell she went by nowadays, and even a few home truths about his parents might be necessary. But first she wanted to establish the grounds they were on, and what better way than to face it head on….after all she wasn’t a person who took matters lightly.
After the Collins’ family home had burned to the ground, they had to live in the guest house. It was not as extravagant or large as the old manor had been, but it was enough for the remaining five family members, including Victoria, who Barnabas had went on to marry. Willie and Mrs. Johnson continued to work for the Collins and they each had a room in the guest house as well. Although Barnabas had adored the house he grew up in, it was a relief that the family had just managed to survive the ordeal. The last time Barnabas saw Angelique had been that wretched night two years prior. When he left her to go find his dear Victoria, he thought that she was dead and since he had not heard anything of her since, he never questioned this. It seemed strange that she could really be gone after all that the pair had been through. Everything that happened between them was a shame and her death was such a waste, but he finally felt at peace now that he no longer had to be worried about her harming him and his family.
This made it come as a shock when he heard the rumors of Angelique’s supposed sister. She never spoke of having a sister and it seemed unlikely that she would make a sudden appearance at this time. For the first time in two years, he became felt very concerned about the well being of his family. Perhaps Angelique had somehow made it out of the burning building alive and now returned to ruin his life all over again. She was, after all, a very powerful witch and Barnabas knew better than to underestimate her. He decided that it would be best to meet with her as soon as possible to hopefully determine wherever it was in fact her or maybe an impostor. After Willie drove him to Angel Bay in the Chevy, Barnabas marched right into her old office and ignored any of the workers that tried to stop him. His stomach dropped when he saw the woman sitting at a desk. It was without doubt Angelique Bouchard. She may have changed her hair again, but he could never forget her face. He was so convinced that she had been dead all along and to be proven wrong was completely unexpected. “Angelique,” he began, trying to keep very calm. “How on earth did you survive?”
It had been some time since Lily had heard from Barnabas Collins. So, here she found herself walking up to a large manor known as Collinwood. She’d decided to come visit him herself. What a wonderful decision it had been, too. The town was peculiar, but the manor certainly caught her eye.
Wearing her thick, satin cloak, she approached the door to the manor. One hand clutching the fabric of her cloak, she raised the other to knock at the door. Now all she had to do was wait. Oh, she did hope he was home. It would be a shame if he wasn’t. She was indeed curious to see if the inside of his home was just as lovely as the outside.
Barnabas had been admiring the portrait of his dear Josette when he heard a knock on the door. He glanced back to see the ancient Mrs. Johnson very slowly making her way over to the door. “It is quite alright, Mrs. Johnson, I shall get it,” he said as he walked passed her and to the front door. Usually Barnabas preferred one of the servants to answer the door, but in this case, it would be much simpler for him to do it. His face lit up at the sight of Lily Munster, an old friend, when he opened the door. “Oh, Mrs. Munster! What brings you to Collinsport? Please, do come in.”