Angelique 17
Date: 1/7/02 12:39:23 PM  Central Standard Time
From: Aesgaard  
Angelique pulled the drawing room doors closed on her and Quentin.  Because 
of the Tate painting, he was still irresistibly handsome if not a  bit wiser 
than the person he once was. Back in Collinwood, he  characteristically went 
to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a  drink. 
"If anyone asks...." He started. "I'm the son of Quentin and Amanda.  You ?" 
"Barnabus and Kitty Soames." Angelique claimed. "What are you doing  here?" 
"Still chasing my portrait." Quentin sipped his drink. "What did you do  with 
it?" 
"I ?" Angelique remissed. "I thought you had it when you pursued Amanda  to 
New York." 
"I lost trace of her." Quentin sat down. "I did learn that several Tate  
paintings turned up in Boston after the fire then tried tracing you down.  I 
thought you had it. Barnabus?" 
"Which one ?" Angelique strided confidently through the room. "The  
doppelganger I created of him still lays staked at Shipwreck Point, his  future 
body 
took his place in the mausoleum to be released in 1967 and  Josette's ghost 
took 
him and Kitty to 1795." 
"How did you know that ?" 
"I was there." Angelique smiled secretly. "Kitty appeared on Widow's  Hill 
after the real Josette had jumped. She was mistaken by the Countess  Dupres to 
be Josette and later took poison. About that same time, I  followed a governess 
named Victoria Winters back to the future where she  had come from." 
"So you've been there too." Quentin smirked. "Personally, I can't wait  till 
everything catches up." 
"Yes," Angelique chuckled. "Still, a rather dark part of my life I  still 
despise. I posed as a Cassandra Blair and married Roger." 
"That baby boy upstairs ??!!!" 
"He's not much different as an adult." Angelique sat down by him.  "Anyhow, I 
was sent back to the past and was shot by a man named Lamar  Trask. I would 
have been lost forever if you and Nicholas had not brought  me back to life." 
"Nicholas ? You mean, Evan Hanley." 
"His real name is Nicholas Blair." Angelique remembered her former  ally. "We 
were members of Judah Zachary's cult in the 1690s. We were once  lovers too. 
Posing as a Charles Dawson in 1840, he and Judah almost framed  your 
great-uncle for witchcraft." 
"Don't tell me you were Valerie Collins ?!" 
"That was me." Angelique smiled precociously. "We must find your  portrait. 
It must be in west wing !" 
"It's locked." 
"Doesn't mean a thing to me." 
Quentin beamed as he put his glass down as Angelique reopened the  doors. Her 
infant future husband was screaming upstairs. 
"Wait a minute," Quentin stopped her at the base of the stairs. "What  if we 
both make it to 1967 ? Won't you run into yourself as this Cassandra  ?" 
"Yes," Angelique admitted. "And she better watch out  !"


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