The Makings of Evil

by AngieB105

The world of Angelique Bouchard is full of darkness, she is seen as a monster. Realising she may die at the hands of the one she loves she sits down and she writes her past in the hope Barnabas will read it and remember her for who she once was when she is gone. She tells the story of growing up in Collinwood, the story of love, friendship, darkness and betrayal. (M for later parts

1. Chapter 1

The Makings of Evil

Part One

Collinsport, Maine, 1972

I stood in the window of my office of my Angel Bay looking out as I watched my beloved Barnabas Collins leave once more. Once again I had been used to satisfy him only to watch him walk out. It tore at my heart every time, the heart that so many have accused me of being unable to love another. My heart could love, and it did. It had only ever loved one and that was him, for over two centuries. I sighed and straightened out my short blue dress and fixed my blonde hair before looking out at the ocean. I remember coming to Collinsport before it was a town. That day the ship arrived I was so nervous. I remember my father looking at the ocean. He often told me it matched my eyes, a deep sapphire blue, like my mothers. I think of him and my mother when I look at the sea and eventually those thoughts lead me to think of their demise which leads to a period of sadness. No one knew that, of course. I was Angelique Bouchard, I was the ruler of this town now with my Angel Bay. I was strong in the eyes of the inhabitants and well loved unlike the poor Collins family that resided in Collinwood. That family was free to burn in hell for all I cared, after what they did to me, hell may even seem to good. To the people, when I looked at the ocean, I was looking at the next catch of fish that would bring more money. They did not realise it meant more, a gateway to my past, to France where I had been born. I shake my head sending the thoughts to the back of my mind and put on my blue coat just as my accountant walks into my office.

"Miss Bouchard, forgive me for disturbing you so late, but I have managed to get my hands on the accounts for Collins Cannery as you asked. The figures show they are doing better than we first thought." He frowns as he holds them out with shaking hands, nervous of what I might do to hear such bad news. I simply take the files and dismiss him with a wave of my hand and he moves quickly out my office. He has handed me a massive file so I start to look through it, my frown growing bigger as I read further and further in. How can they be doing so well? They have only been back in business a few months and the family are scum, no one likes them so why are people working for them or even taking business from them? It didnt matter. I was still the one the people wanted, I would make them see that family were nothing, I would destroy ever last one of them if I had to. Lighting another cigarette, I continue to read. This cant be allowed to happen. The factory has to go and so does that family, apart from my beloved Barnabas of course.

"Lets begin with this." In one quick movement the accounts are burning in the fire. I sit by the flames and watch them dance around the paper, a smile curling onto my lips. Before long, I realise what may happen if I try and destroy that family. Barnabas is a vampire, he will protect them, he will not let me near them. I know there will be a fight. I come to realise that Collinsport is indeed not big enough for the both of us and one can not live and be happy while the other is alive. If I am to die I will be glad it is by his hand, I know I can not kill him but also do not wish to be killed. My secretary is working late tonight and she brings me a glass of wine like she knows I am in great need of it. Half an hour later, I ask her for the rest of the bottle in my office as I sit and think things over carefully in my mind. Thoughts start to trail back over time, my short time in my homeland, then to Liverpool when I met my beloved Barnabas as a child then to Maine. I sit and think of us as children, best friends, first loves. It was uncommon for us to be apart. He even followed me as I did my chores. Like all good memories, bad ones must accompany them and I remember Joshua Collins. The things that man did to me, what he did to my parents, how he tore my life apart and I had to pretend that nothing was going on. No one knew the things that he did. To others he was a kind man who loved his wife and son and yes, he did, but he was a sick man for the things he did when he was with me when I was growing up. He was the only one who knew I was a witch and he was the only one who truly deserved his death. My Barnabas was my light. He is the one who kept me sane and the reason I didnt try and run away. No matter what happened, I was always happy when I was with him. I often wonder if he remembers this too. I want him to remember even after I am gone if something happens to me. I go to my desk and take out a large notebook and several pens. I decide to write our story right back from when I was forced to flee to Liverpool with my family and our lives together and dedicate it to him in the hope he will remember me for who I once was and see how I became the creature he now despises. At the top of the first page I write the title, 'The Makings of Evil' by Angelique Bouchard. I pour another glass of wine and I begin to write.