Angelique 13 Date: 12/26/01 11:43:49 AM Central Standard Time From: Aesgaard Angelique stood coldly in front of her mirror. She had pulled on the tightest dress she had and had arched her chest up as high as it would go. She dressed and primped herself for several minutes spraying herself with expensive perfume as somewhere in Collinwood two month old Roger Collins screamed his head off. The boy's older sister Elizabeth ran loose through the halls with her doll under her arm. She stopped in her Aunt Angelique's doorway and watched as her new relative worshipped and flirted with her reflection. "Aunt An," the girl looked up. "Would you like to play with me and my dolls ? I named this one....." "Get out !" Angelique snapped at the young girl. Liz just made a hurt look, squeezed her plastic doll and hurried off back to her room. Satisfyingly running her hands down the front of her dress, the calculating sorceress turned on her heel and headed down the hall. She opened the door to the foyeur and walked out on to the balcony as Jamison entered the house. Joanna met him with Roger over her shoulder. Coddling the baby, she kissed her husband as Angelique stood defiant in their presence. "Would you like the servants to bring you lunch ?" Joanna asked her husband. "Quickly," Jamison brooded a minute. "I need to get back to the cannery and make sure they're not goofing off." He proceeded on into the drawing room. Standing over the desk, he perused the morning mail as Angelique appeared. She grinned oddly into his presence as she glided up to him. "Cousin." he asked. "How was your first night here ?" Without warning, she gripped him tightly and closed her lips over his. Flustered by the kiss, he grappled with her a minute carefully as he pushed her away. "Angelique !" "What ??" She seemed to come out of a spell as she regained her composure and crossed her arms in front of herself. "Jamison !" She became embarrassed. "I don't know why I did that !!" "It was....." he looked for a reason as he looked to make sure his wife was gone. "An accident..........we won't speak of it." He hurriedly wandered off as he struggled to wipe off the lipstick. Angelique collapsed into the sofa and distraughtly became afraid of herself. "Get out of my body....." She whispered to herself. She slightly swooned as her body and facial features relaxed into an expression of desire and deceit. She once more ran her hands over her face and body as she straightened her dress. "No, my fair Angelique,,,," her accent changed from French Martinique to English Cockney. "Your mind, body, soul and wonderful powers are now........mine !!!!" She broke into an evil laughter.
