Cracked chapter 3
Angelique heard the clicks of his shoes coming up the stairs relatively quickly, Barnabas must have woken up. She put her shiny heels up on her desk and waited for him to barge in.
"I hate you!", Barnabas scoffed with a scowl on his face, followed with the slam of the door. She wasn't surprised by his gesture, not flinching at all.
"Nice to see you too", she added with a tone of sarcasm, "I see you're finally awake". His eyes narrowed at her. Her skin had completely healed and she looked as perfect as ever.
"What happened? Why am here?", he questioned.
"You were in a post traumatic shock coma for four days", she said, seeming very much in control. Barnabas narrowed his eyes and looked down at the floor.
"You're supposed to forget some things", she stated, "Have you forgotten anything?". "How would I be aware that I had forgotten something? ", He replied in his usual high-class british accent.
"Do you remember what happened to you you before you went unconscious?", she said plainly while leaning forward and placing her devil red heels on the floor.
"Yes, you killed Josette.", he stated grimly while looking up from the floor into her eyes, and angrily stared her down. She could tell that he was disturbed, but something about him seemed alright. He wasn't as traumatized about her death as she thought he would be
"Do you remember what else happened that night?" Angelique added.
"Yes", he stated, raising his voice a bit as his eyes firmly planted on her.
"And all the things i've done to your family?"She asked.
"Yes", he increased his attitude. Angelique leaned back in her black leather desk chair and looked to the wall with a combination of being confused and distant in her own thoughts.
"That's a shame, you would have been better off forgetting some of that..." She went from looking at Barnabas back to the wall. He looked at her, puzzled at her relaxed tone, but kept on with his disturbed aroma and walked towards her.
"How could I forget anything you've done to me?" He asked coldly staring down at her, now her focus turned to the grim vampire approaching her. She didn't answer him so he added in disgust,
"How do you live with yourself?" Barnabas questioned, narrowing his eyes,"Does the guilt not eat you alive?".
"I guess you could call it a gift", she responded, trying to change topic after a few seconds of silence, "So have you made up your mind yet?". He was caught off guard with her question, and didn't answer her immediately. She looked up into his eyes, somewhere deep in his own thoughts. Angelique flipped her light blonde hair over one shoulder and said to Barnabas with a small sense of compassion,
"You should go home. Besides, you just came out of a coma, I really shouldn't ask you to be making life choices now". Barnabas was even more astounded with her second remark and took a step back in amazement, turning his focus to Angelique.
"Don't you remember? You burned my home down", trying to return to his former tone.
"I fixed that", she said blankly. Barnabas just scowled and turned his head to the side in response to her statement. His pale features, cadaverous hollow cheeks and completely together looking appearance almost made her laugh knowing that his mind was far from his appearance. She looked at him blankly, but also with a hint of love and spoke,
"I'll call someone to come and get you", and looked down to her telephone. He had no idea what she was talking about but assumed she knew what she was doing. He felt a small sense of relief knowing that his family was still alive. Unless it was just him, he thought gravely.
"How many of my family still endure?", he asked, terrified.
"All except for Victoria, I believe. If you would count her as family", Angelique added before touching a strange colourful device on her desk and placing part of the object near her ear. She answered the question without a glimpse of evil in it, despite the fact that she had burned her to a crisp in front of his disgusted him and he narrowed his eyes and focused on the corner of her desk knowing his true loves murderer stood directly in front of him.
"Yes, he's here", she said with a dull tone into the contraption. Probably the thing to whom she was speaking to earlier Barnabas thought as she put part of the object back on her desk. She looked up to him, still seeming lost in his thoughts staring helplessly at her desk. She didn't expect him to ask out of nowhere,
"Why are you being considerate towards me, Angelique?", as he turned to the with in front of him. She thought about his question as she stood up from her chair and added as she elegantly walked past him and looked into his eyes,
"Because believe it or not Barnabas, I actually care about you". His eyes stayed in the same, confused expression as he turned to follow her to the door. She opened the door him using magic and he stepped around the corner and down the hall. Angelique added
"Oh, and the rest of the town besides your family has no memory of what happened four nights ago".
"What?" Barnabas added with confusion, looking into Angelique's eyes. A knock on the door immediately followed. He quickly turned to the door, to see a Willie's shadow in the entryway. When he turned around to look back at Angelique, she was gone.
