Angelique 12 From: Aesgaard Date: Fri Dec 21, 2001 11:25 am "You are my Uncle Barnabus's daughter ?" Jamison barely remembered his uncle who had lived on Collinwood in 1897. He himself looked uncannily like Barnabus himself; his wife, Joanna Edmonds-Collins, looked rather like Angelique in a way except for her long black hair. The Collinwood of 1925 was obviously in a time of transition as it turned from 1897 Collinwood to the 1967 Collinwood Angelique had discovered when she called herself Cassandra. Edward himself was still very much alive, but very old and set in his ways. Judith was bedridden upstairs and slept most of the time except when she woke to read to her grand-niece Elizabeth Collins. The young girl reminded Angelique of Sara Collins, and Nora had now grown up to look like Victoria Winters. Very rarely at home, Nora traveled the world and called Collinsport her home three months out of the year. She sat in awe and listened to her cousin Angelique talk of life in England. "Who was your mother ?" Edward asked. "The Lady Kitty Hampshire." Angelique mentioned in passing. The answer drove Edward into a mood as he still resisted losing Kitty to Barnabus. The only one to know the truth, Angelique looked to the empty spot in the foyeur. "What happened to the portrait of my father's ancestor ?" "I had it burned." Edward tramped out of the waiting room. Angelique froze at the news. "He burned a copy." Jamison added in a whisper. " I had the original hidden to be rehung later in the future." Angelique relaxed. Without it in the foyeur,Willie would not know to release Barnabus on time. Little Liz must have rehung it on time in 1967. "Where are you staying ?" Joanna asked her blonde twin. "At the inn," Angelique admitted. "I'm only in town for a little while." "Nonsense." Jamison turned to his sister. "Nora, show her to a room. I'll have Hanscomb pick up her things in town." Gently protesting, Angelique actually wanted it no other way. She wanted to return to Collinwood to be closer to the mausoleum. Nora however continued talking as they headed up the stairs. "So you were on the Titanic ?" She smiled. "You were what ? 15 when it went down ?" "16." Angelique claimed as she was shown to the room that would someday be Victoria's and sometime later Maggie's. Ironic that the three loves of Barnabus Collins would share the same room in different years. She and Nora talked as if they were friends until her belongings arrived from the inn. She settled in afterward and after dinner and more whirlwind conversations, she finally slipped back to the room to sleep. She was home ! And so were the ghosts. Angelique heard and felt them all. From Sara on the path to the Old House to the Widows on the cliff. From Josette and Jeremiah downstairs to Beth Chavez upstairs. Yet, there was one she wasn't familiar with at all. It felt familiar in some way, but it did not belong to Collinwood. It creaked the floorboards in the room and hovered over the bed like a faint smoke. A face appeared in it that Angelique tried to recognize. She watched in awe and fear as the face vaguely resembled both Millicent Collins and Charity Trask. "Mary Jane Kelly !!!" Angelique shrieked as she once more found herself pinned to the bed. "You found me !!!!!!"
