Angelique 15 Date: 1/2/02 2:07:45 PM Central Standard Time From: Aesgaard As Angelique, Mary Jane Kelly loved being able to have dreams rather being trapped in a nightmare as a disembodied spirit. Dreaming of King Arthur, Robin Hood and other heroes, she noticed the surreal nature of her dream was changing. Her heroes were leaving her as another presence entered the dreamscape, that special realm between the waking world and the realm of eternal sleep. The fog parted as Angelique invaded her imagination. "I believe you have something of mine, and I want it back." She replied. "Forget something ?" Kelly grinned and threw an amount of mystical energy. "I have your powers too." Angelique dodged the blast as she conjured a sword out of the tangible air of the dream. Kelly copied in same as they met in this illusory world where gravity was a thought and cause and effect was willed. They jabbed and parried against each other, imagining armor when they needed it and acrobatically jumping and flying around and through the Celtic ruins of Kelly's dream. Kelly swung hard at the blonde witch, and the British prostitute fought dirty with kicks and blows to the sorceress who owned this body. Pushed backward, Angelique somersaulted and landed on feet as Kelly reared back, swung her sword and struck the marble pillar. Where was the witch ? "Tricky, tricky, tricky." She mumbled as she heard earth moving. She looked over her shoulder and saw Angelique several feet away. She was waiting for her as she charged with her sword drawn. She then noticed the grave dug for her. Stopping short, she barely missed it. "Thanks for showing me another spell." She landed behind Angelique. Sweeping her arms, she caused the earth to well up around her foe. "No !!!" Angelique screamed as it rose up over her legs, her chest and then over her head. Her sword was driven from her hand as the cocoon of dirt and soil incased her. She became buried alive! "So sorry to see you go." Kelly cackled as movement stirred out the corner of her eyes. Her horizons were becoming darker. A break of light showed something else entering her dream. "This can't be good....." she picked up her sword. The falling mass became a figure in a large red cape and silver armor. He was huge and blonde with the arraignment of a Viking. Long blonde hair dangled from under her winged silver helmet as he clutched his hammer. He scowled toward her presence. Kelly threw a blast of mystical energy, but it just evaporated in his presence. She dove at him with her sword, but his hammer shattered it as if it were glass. His powerful hand clutched her by the waist and lifted her by the feet. "Thanatos," he spoke. "This one is yours." Kelly looked up and noticed what looked like a handsome Greek with short dark hair. As he came closer, though, he was immersed in black and his face became a skull. In his role as the grim reaper, he reared his scythe and dragged Kelly into his embrace. "Hades, Annwn or Niffleheim." his voice was hollow. "Your choice." The huge viking reared his hammer back and struck the pillar holding his beloved Angelique. "And thank your nephew Morpheus for the spell." The sound of thunder covered up Kelly's screams as the Olympian god of death dragged her off to the underworld of her celtic ancestors. The mound of dirt holding Angelique shattered like an egg shell as she collapsed into her hero's arms. "YOU!!" she coughed and shook the dirt from her hair. He was the one who had saved her on the Titanic. "Thor Odinson at your service, my daughter." "What did you call me ?" "Angelique," the Asgardian god of thunder draped his cape over her. "You are the last of my mortal descendants. Your father, Donner Jordson, was a Hessian soldier killed in the American Revolutionary War. Haven't you ever wondered where your natural Wiccan gifts come from ? Wouldn't it be greater to embrace your pagan roots than to embrace the evil of a false god?" "I'm sorry, but I......." "Can't believe it ?" Thor answered as he took her hand and laid it on the hammer Mjolnir. As Angelique squeezed the handle, the sky opened up and in a burst of light and she saw a million stars and floating realms. All at once, she was side by side with Apollo in the court of the Mayan gods. Six-armed Hindu deities gave her amrita to drink and Russian faeries and satyrs ran around her. Native American gods stood side by side with Chinese gods as African loas and orishas danced with Hawaiian fire spirits. Leprechauns from the realm of the Celtic gods rose jugs of ale to her as her presence flitted by them. It was all so incredible and spectacular as her immortal ancestor whispered in her ear. "Do not forget your pagan legacy." his voice drifted off as the scenes broke to her room in Collinwood. She looked up to Joanna Collins replacing the wet rag on her head. "Jamison, her fever broke and she's awake !!" Joanna called to the family.
