Here we go! Are you ready for another one? I know, two updates for you guys in one day, I must seem pretty ambitious. This is a concept that I've been playing with for quite some time, and I decided to finally just sit down and right it out. This is going to be set in the 1970's and this first chapter will be after all of the books events have transpired - an epilogue for a beginning. This one will be shorter than One to Remember, but also AU since it will start in the movie's events but then go off course. Enjoy!
Rating will soon change to M.
"See if you can lure him into showing you the secret of his great strength and how we can overpower him so we may tie him up and subdue him." - Judges 16
"I love you."
Three little words. That was all she needed. That was all he needed. Those three little words altered nations, but to him, they were much more singular. They got him what he wanted. Barnabas had always considered himself a man of intellect, of decency. Sure, he slipped up occasionally, but he always knew his true intentions were good. They were meant for his family, those he cared about. Thinking this was the only way he could live with himself.
But now, living with himself was harder than ever. For all of the past year, actually. He tried to remind himself that he wasn't doing anything truly heinous. Nothing deeply immoral. But he knew it was wrong. Worse than last time. Last time, he never planned to hurt her so badly, he never intended it. This time he knew that he was going to, from the very beginning. But she's evil, he told himself. She-
His breath faltered. Despite how much he hated her, wanted to use her, ruin her, his heart couldn't help but break from the way she was looking at him. Because it worked. She believed him. Her ice blue eyes, that he had only remember containing lust and rage, were expressing the deepest emotions of love and gratitude he could image. Goodness, they were watering.
The thing was, he had wanted this. This much control over her emotions. It was just a manipulation tool. She licked her lips before she pressed them to his own. They lingered there for a few moments, and when she broke the kiss, she didn't move away. She pressed her forehead against his and took hold his lapels, pulling him towards her. She whispered, ever so softly against his lips,
"No, you don't." He immediately pulled away from her. She knew. Her words echoed in his skull. She knew everything. He never would have thought that she would figure it out. He had been so careful. Barnabas scowled deeply as he looked at her. The look in her eyes wasn't love, it was despair. He had never seen, nor did he ever even imagine the look that was on her face. There was no hate, only pain and sorrow. And he winced, because she looked just like he did when his parents died. When Josette died. Tears were rolling down her pale cheeks, dripping onto the floor. Her lip was quivering and he could tell she was trying not to start sobbing. He parted his lips to speak but she silenced him with her finger. She trailed it across his lips, and he almost knew what she was going to say next. Tears started to form in his own eyes just from looking at her sullen expression.
"But I do." Angelique's words were sharp and smooth at the same time, her expression more crestfallen than ever. He took a deep breath, his face contorting into pain as guilt racked his body and soul. He had lied. About everything. From the start he had chosen to react the way she wanted to get what he wanted in return. But he never meant any of it. All the kind things he said, he did. Or did he? At that moment so many thoughts were running through his head they all started to blur together into one giant, confusing mess.
"How did you-?! Who told you?" The way he was speaking was so unlike him, so desperate and disturbed. But Angelique was the only thing disturbing him. Her face itself was so calm, all her lovely features void except for her eyes. They were shining with so much raw emotion he knew that any attempt to speak with her would be useless. He had brought this upon himself.
"You did. Just now." Her voice, it was so... soft. Barnabas' chest convulsed with her words and he broke eye contact with her. He shook his head, furious with himself. He should have - he should have denied her words. He shouldn't have done any of this in the first place. He had only made things worse. Their relationship was at an all time low and it was his fault entirely.
"Angelique, please-" He choked out the words, his mind traveling to all the pain and suffering he knew would follow this. All that anguish was exactly what he was trying to avoid with their affair. Or could he even call it that. They had been together for so long should more rightly be described as a relationship. But he had gotten ahead of himself. He had played the game with too much confidence, and too little speculation. Because she knew. She knew everything.
"Go." She barely moved her mouth to speak. At that moment, he could see it all. The betrayal in her eyes, the desperate longing for him to love her, just like before. Those some two hundred years ago. But this time, he couldn't say he didn't deserve whatever was to follow. He knew what she was capable of, and of what he was dealing with. But he did it anyway. He abused his power over her just like before. Barnabas clenched his teeth, exhaling harshly through his nose, and he obeyed. Now definitely wasn't the time to disrespect her.
After he closed the door he leaned against it, biting his lip in an attempt to calm down. If he had a heart, it would be racing. Pounding. She caught him, plain and simple. And he was most certain to pay.
But something distracted him from his inner musings. Behind him, behind the door, he heard a body hit the floor. Well, collapse, more like. He scowled deeper because he knew that sound. After draining his victims of blood, they sounded just the same. Lifeless, empty. But then came the sobs. Heart wrenching, tear jerking, maddening cries that he was sure would haunt him for the rest of eternity.
She sounded like he had just stabbed her. He couldn't help it, his body shook, tears fell freely from his dark eyes. It was too much at once. Like the climax of a symphony. It stung in his ears. But this sound, this was unbearable. He gritted his teeth and sobbed quietly, digging his nails into his palms. He couldn't stand this. This helplessness. This despair. The control that he had over her now made him feel sick. It was selfish, it was disgusting.
He knew what he had just done, and he hated it. He hated himself for making a fool out of her. He hated himself for using her, for taking everything she offered and more. He hated himself.
Because she was just another one of his victims, drained of life. Drained of hope.
"A man is his own easiest dupe, for what he wishes to be true he generally believes to be true." - Demosthenes
Mmhmm. I'm glad I decided to take an hour and write this. Are you? Would you like me to keep going? Would you like to see what brought them there?