A/N: HOLY MOLY THAT TOOK A WHILE! I am so sorry, you guys, I have not been up for writing for a couple of days:( I've got a lot of personal issues going on right now, but thanks to a certain someone (cough, Uncontrollable-book-nerd, cough) who totally guilted me in to writing this chapter, I have finished it! This one is from Angelica's pov, so lots of action:D

"I need to go see a certain someone, Eliza." I said in a low voice, not trusting myself to turn and face her. My hands clenched into fists, renewed rage surging through my body. I need to find him.

And kill him.

"Angie, don't. Please, don't… I can't lose you too!" Eliza shouted at me, as I sped towards the front door. I hurried through the sitting area, through the kitchen, and ripped the front door open. Slamming it, I rushed across the Pendleton's porch and down the front steps.

Running across the lawn, I managed to get the attention of the revolutionary who had brought me here.

"Eddings! I need the horse!" I yelled, grabbing the reins from him. To his credit, he didn't even question me, immediately dropping on one knee so I could use him as a step. I flung my leg across the fidgety horse's back, quickly finding my other stirrup.

"Hya!" I shouted, giving a big kick to my steed. I raced towards the crooked bar in the bad part of town, a place Burr frequented for some reason. I dashed through the streets, thankful that it was still early enough that nobody was out walking. I took a turn, and ended up galloping next to the Hudson. I urged the horse to go faster, and we made it to the street harboring the bar. I flung my right leg over the animals back and slid to the ground.

"You can graze while I'm gone, hon." I pulled the reins up so he wouldn't step on them and let his head fall, focused on the grass. I ran onto the cobblestone road, my dress sweeping up dust and creating a cloud behind me. Usually the atmosphere outside of the bar was filled with the shouts of drunkards. But, today was quiet… unnervingly quiet. What if Burr wasn't here? What if he was so ashamed, he couldn't face anyone and just went home?

My doubts were squashed when I passed by a window that looked right into the bar.

Burr, sat at the bar seat nearest the door, was focusing intently on his glass while all the patrons in the room were glaring at him.

Serves him right.

I stepped away from the window, taking a breath. You can do this, Angelica, you're a Schuyler, after all. Turning, I headed towards the door.

I practically ripped the door off its hinges, bursting in like a hurricane. All eyes turned to me, quickly looking away when they saw who I was.

Burr was holding his drink a hair away from his lips, eyes frozen on mine. My fists clenched for the hundredth time that day, and my rage was refueled by the mere sight of him.

"Burr, you son of a bitch." I gritted out. I wanted to strangle him, to watch him turn blue. I wanted him to burn in hell for causing my family so much pain.

He slowly lowered his drink to the bar surface, inhaling deeply before turning to me. His dark brown eyes were a mixture of relief and… regret?

"Angelica Schuyler." He smoothly said. "I thought you were in London."

How dare he ask about me so calmly, as if this was a goddamn dinner party?!

"I came back to visit my sister and brother-in-law a few days ago, jackass." I bitterly said. "Is that all you have to say to me, Burr?"

His eyes glanced at the crowd behind him, trying to subtly eavesdrop on our conversation. He slightly shook his head, rising from his seat. He held his head high, strolling over to me and opening the door. He gestured for me to go first, and, with suspicious eyes, I did.

The cool midday air swept around us as we walked. I had no clue where he was leading me, but then again, this was the dramatic Aaron Burr. He probably wanted to die near the river to look cool.

We slowed near the edge of the Hudson, standing there in the slight breeze for a moment. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, almost like he was trying to figure out how to apologize for murdering my brother.

"I… am sorry for what I did, Angelica." He whispered, uncharacteristically. "I saw, too late, that he was aiming at the sky and…"

My glare resumed its place on my face, "And what? And I'm sorry I didn't even try to move my hand? To shoot somewhere else?!" I put my hands on my hips, turning and facing him head on.

He swallowed heavily, his hands began to fidget in his pockets. He gradually raised his head, looking at me with wavering confidence.

"And… I did not think that he would actually aim at the sky." He lamely finished. "I did not think that I would actually shoot first, to be honest."

Oh… so that's what happened. Well then, neither did I.

Aaron Burr was well-known for… waiting, to be honest. His response to almost every question he was asked would be, 'Talk less, smile more, and wait for it.' The man was a damn annoyance, never actually answering anything with a proper answer.

I bit my lip, contemplating my next move. Glancing around the grass we were standing on, I tried to think of ways I could insult him. It was harder now though, now that I saw the despair hidden behind his brown orbs. You could just… hit him, you know. No warning whatsoever, just… SMACK.

He seemed to know what I was thinking, as he put his hands up in a classic surrender pose. His eyes fell to the ground and he solemnly nodded.

"I know, you want to kill me." He acknowledged. "But, I thought he was honestly going to shoot me. For once in my life, I couldn't afford to wait. I have a daughter to think about, Angelica."

I nodded. I knew that feeling, I have a son with my husband. If I was face to face with a pistol, held by a quick to act man-child, I probably wouldn't even think before shooting. But, it was different for Burr, since Theodosia had passed away, leaving her daughter with just one parent.

"I know you do, Aaron." I managed to say, grinding my teeth. "But, Alexander has… had six kids to think about. Not to mention, Eliza is still recovering from Philip's death."

He didn't respond. He lowered his hands, letting them hang limply at his side.

"Can we make a deal, Angelica?" He whispered, still staring at the ground. "If I let you hit me, hell, you can beat me 'til I'm immobile, will you let me leave alive? My daughter will not be made an orphan, please…"

I... I don't know what to do. Do I beat him, but let him live? I don't think I could live with the knowledge that I made some poor girl an orphan. But could I stop? If I throw away his shot, is this how they'll remember me? What if this fight is my legacy? No... no, stop it, you're starting to sound like Alexander, Angelica.

I looked at the shell of a man standing in front of me. The man who could tear a person down with words, just like Alexander, but also a stark contrast.

I raised my hand, clenching it into a fist. "Burr."

He lifted his head; My fist shot forward. It connected with his jaw, the shock of it caused Burr to fall backwards, landing on his back. He didn't move for a moment, just laid there with his head against the ground and his arms spread out like wings. He released a deep breath, gradually opening his eyes. He squinted at the sun above him. Looking up at me, he nodded.

"Okay."

"Good. Don't touch my family again." I calmly stated, turning to leave. "And, Burr, next time… just you wait."

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