Here's a rough draft of a new interpretation from the scene before "burn baby burn/entombed". Hope you enjoy and remember to leave a comment! If requested, I'll consider editing this/adding to it.

"There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but

have to learn, and people we can't live without but have to let go." -Author Unknown

"Why have you done this to me?" Barnabas sneered, his blackened eyes coated with hatred. His hand gripped the chair with ferocity and a need for vengeance on the woman who single-handedly ruined his life. Angelique's cerulean gaze rose to match her former lover's with matching fire.

"Contrary to popular belief I do have reason for my actions. Something you continue deny." She spoke strongly, taking time to stress each syllable in her carefully selected words.

"What on Earth do you mean by that?" Clearly, they were simply confusing Barnabas.

"Despite your failure to come to your senses, you know exactly what I mean."

Barnabas furrowed his brow at her, his senses fuming. He had had enough of her trickery.

"You know why I'm different than all the rest, and yet you continue to make decisions without thinking twice." Angelique was not so quick to back down. the entire purpose of her saying this was to make him think.

"Speak plainly, snake."

She paused. Her eyes clamped around his, burying him back in his chair as she stood up.

"You use me and you expect me to do nothing because you still think you're above me." Even though she never wanted to say that sentence out loud, her only goal was to get him to understand how much destruction he caused; and it seemed as if the bluntness was of good use.

"But I'm not going to sit back and watch you tear my world apart. As surprising as it seems, love, I fight back." Angelique's words were clipped and definite, her tone much louder than before. Her expression matched her tone perfectly, her mouth pressed into a straight line as he studied her statement. Instead of snapping right back at her as she expected, he sat down quietly and tore his gaze from her.

"I know that." He added reluctantly, a little surprised at her statement. Even for him she could be quite domineering; especially since he now knew what she was capable of.

"Yet you refuse to get along with me."

He waited, not responding at first for the fear of ending up in a place he did not want to be.

"What do you mean to say by, 'tear your world apart'?"

Angelique jaw tightened, but her eyes relaxed their strain on his own.

"It's taken one hundred and ninety six years for me to become what I am now. And unlike you I've had to work for it." If he knew anything about Angelique, it was her passion and determination to have control, even if that was self'control.

"Work for what? Angelbay?", he answered, his words dripping with disdain. The word sounded like rotten vingegar sliding down his throat as he spoke. It was painful to think that everything his father had worked for had been taken away by the woman that used to clean his dishes. But then again, it was painful for her as well.

"Everything." Again, he was far from deciphering the coded phrases that slipped off her tongue with defiance.

"Think." She spat harshly, her expression vengeful. She did indeed remember those years long ago. It was what drove her. Moved her. Changed her.

"You are scared I will take that away from you." He tilted his to the side. She never admitted to fear; except for this occasion.

"I'm scared you'll make me want to." Her aura changed somehow, softer; more complicating then ever before.

"How? If you really are as tenacious as you act, you would not break from something as simple as rejection."

And once again, her disposition shifted; her inner turmoil compromising her ability to keep her emotions at bay. His words felt life hot cinders against her flesh. She knew he was right, and she knew that if she didn't try to calm down there would be no possible way he would even fall in love with her. Her eyes focused on the empty glass in front of Barnabas as her hands burned with the need to release her frustration. She was on the murky edge of an explosion of emotion. Barnabas furrowed his brow as she sat in front of him with anxiety, her breaths short and erratic as her hands twitched with the indulgence of gratification through magic. In an attempt to understand her behavior he spoke again; but in more submissive tone.

"It was my understanding that you were not cross with me about that as of now."

"I wasn't. But then you did it again. So now I'm mad again. I'm really not that difficult to understand me if you just realize what you're doing, Barnabas." Her words came in short fragments, her face struggling to keep peace.

"I apologized for that." Her gaze rose to his once more.

"So you're expecting me to completely forgive you for your wrongdoings?" He had always gotten his way. There was no reason he should now, especially when he didn't deserve it.

"Yes. But it is had become apparent that that is impossible for you. You cling to such a sense of malevolence it clouds your judgement." He spoke with dignity, but remembered that overconfidence was not appreciated by the "malevolent" blonde facing him.

She denied his statement without doing anything, and respond to him more softly. Sure, malevolent could be found as a synonym to her name; but she didn't want that now.

"I never said I wouldn't forgive you, Barnabas." Her words changed the air so quickly, revealing something in her no one else would be able to see. Remorse.

"You're agreeing to forgive me?" Barnabas furrowed his brow, being more perplexed than ever at her words. But this time, they weren't attempting to puzzle his mind and with his contort his feelings for her. They were unveiled, a room with emotions of red morphed to blues and purples. Maybe even black.

"I will, if you do the same."

"Why should I? You do not deserve my forgiveness." They both seemed to think that, though.

"And you do?" Maybe there was a common ground here after all. The both of them were so scarred already by one another.

Angelique turned to look out the windows, her back away from him. The water pounded against the shore as it had for the last two centuries she spent her. Building her legacy. One that could only be destroyed a single man. And only know was she staring to accept that fact. He was either with her, or against her. And she wanted anything but for him to hate her. Barnabas stepped closer to her and whispered,

"Why do you desire this so much?"

His words contained intrigue, and she longed to give him the answers. But there was only one.

She said nothing at first, just kept her gaze on the shore. But then something snapped within her. All the memories they shared came rushing back. The feelings she used to know so well that were snatched from her after his betrayal. That moment of explosion. Knowing who to go to when you needed support, love or even something as simple as acceptance. The time it seemed nothing could part them. When they could solve each others problems, heal each others grief. She wanted him to remember them like she did him.

Inside her heart, beneath the black, rotting exterior was something much more human. Something no one but him had ever witnessed before. For once in her death, he had cracked the hardened surface of her heart to reveal a glimpse of what was there before. The light he gave her those centuries ago. Angelique turned around abruptly and kissed him with a brilliant alertness.

And just like every time, Barnabas couldn't find it in himself to pull away. But this time, he didn't want to. They fit together perfectly, their bodies mindlessly adjusting themselves to one another. He knew her answer. He had always known it. Despite her outer core of independence she was really something much more human. She, just like everyone else, longed for an other half. A soul mate. The only difference between now and then was that their true feelings were unveiled. Revealing something much more... humane. Behind the lust and the hatred lied another emotion. It's motives clear, ambitions deep and feelings indescribably truthful. Love.

Her warm breath engulfed him, and even after several seconds she couldn't part herself from him. There was always something about her that he couldn't break free from. Angelique had set hooks in his heart from day one, but she was the only one who knew this. The more he backed away from her, the more she tore away at his heart. Only then were the hooks released. For love could never be found in force, or deception, or hatred. It was found in acceptance, understanding, and a joy in the others happiness.

They kissed more passionately, her elegant fingers entangled in his dark hair. His grasp on her back tightened and he lifted her up slightly. Eventually Angelique removed herself from the kiss, but tightened her hold around his shoulders. Their gaze locked and she rested her forehead against his. Angelique looked into his dark eyes with contentment, an expression he rarely saw her express. His cool breath tingled against her lips.

"For this."

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