Angelique Part 14 Date: 12/29/01 12:43:28 PM Central Standard Time From: Aesgaard Bereft of her body, Angelique was left to the mercy of the spirits of Collinwood as Mary Jane Kelly pretended to be her. No longer the ghost once left behind in England, Kelly once more embraced being alive again and with such remarkable powers at her command. Carousing the village for her male callers and having as much money as she wanted, she could not be stopped. Angelique was powerless to her possession. She could escape the torment by heading to the astral plane, but that could conceivably break her already weakening link to her body. The ghosts of Josette and Jeremiah were another matter. Their white shades chased Angelique through the corridors of the main house. Glowing white and screaming curses that the living could not hear, they taunted the uncorporeal witch with their words and curses. "You killed me !!!" Josette screamed. "I'm not the person I was. Please forgive me !!" Angelique could only throw balls of ectoplasm at her pursuers. Turning around, she recognized the shade of Beth Chavez. Her hauntingly beautiful apparition reverted to the condition the fall from Widow's Hill had given to her. Angelique shrieked at the sight and raced down the servant's stairs. The Reverend Trask was at the bottom. Clad in his black minister's clothing, his face was skeletal and his mouth permanently stretched back into a hideous grin. Angelique darted under him. It would be years until Professor Stokes returned him to a servant of God. Racing through the anamorphous shapes of the living in the foyeur, Angelique looked up the stairs as Jeremiah stood to greet her. His handsome visage returned into the mangled mess of bandages that she had caused. Sesperate to return to her body, Angelique turned to the door under the stairs. Sara Collins was there to take her hand and lead the way. "Sara ?" Angelique was surprised. "You ?" "My brother needs you, Angelique." the tiny phantom became lifelike in the black sub-basement. "You're still the only one who can save him." Josette's and Beth's screams for the witch went unanswered as the two exited the secret passageway into Angelique's room. The witch's physical body looked blurred and out of focus as Angelique looked upon it. Through a spirit's eyes, it looked like a human-shaped bag of colored water behind a thin curtain. Pushing through the veil between them, Angelique felt her estranged husband's little sister pushing her back into her body. The living little girl was Elizabeth Collins. Standing outside her Aunt Angelique's room, she was carrying her favorite book for her grand-aunt Judith to read to her when she heard the gasp from the room. Pushing the door open, she noticed her Aunt Angelique still laying in bed. She had got in so late last night, but now she twitched and shook in her sleep. The child's eyes widened as her new aunt's body began convulsing as if it were being ripped apart by invisible forces. "Mommie !!!" Joanna placed Roger back into his crib as she ran to the source of her daughter's scream. Remembering her nurse's training, she gently pushed Elizabeth away as she checked Angelique's pulse and for a fever. Jamison appeared. "What is it ?" he asked concernly. "She doesn't have a pulse !!!" His wife screamed.
