A/N: Sorry it took so long! I've had a ton of art coursework to do and I'm also redecorating my room atm! Anyway, thanks to Dark Magical Sorcres for reviewing! I now have 50 reviews! I never thought I'd have so many! It really means a lot so I would be grateful if you let me know what you think of this chapter!

"What do you think you are doing?" Barnabas bellowed as soon as Elizabeth had left the room. "I know this is all a ploy to stop me taking her from you."

"Barnabas, please, it is not a ploy. Do you think I would have gone to Elizabeth if it was? No, I would have come to you. It might not occur to you that she's a good friend, and to see her so upset like that is horrible."

"You know I cannot believe you. This has come at a time far too convenient for me to let it aside," he said obstinately, making Angelique sigh.

"Barnabas, you remember I told you that a yellow ford was following us on Saturday? Well, that yellow ford was Carolyn's. Elizabeth just confirmed the number plate. I saw that car take Clarisse. She's in danger. If Carolyn knows who I truly am, and she probably does because she's a werewolf, this is likely to be some act of revenge. Revenge that she's going to take out on Clarisse. Barnabas, please listen to me!" Tears were starting to well up in her eyes again as the vampire looked away from her once more, refusing to listen to what he thought were excuses. "She could die! Does that not matter to you? Do you really hate me that much that you are willing to let your only child die?"

"Enough, Angelique! I will listen to this no more. If you do not get out of my house this instant, then, by tomorrow the whole town will know who you truly are."

"Barnabas, you cannot do this, please! Our Clarisse–!" She was cut off as Barnabas roughly took hold of her arm and started to drag her towards the front door. "Barnabas, why can't you listen to me this once? Barnabas, please!"

But the vampire continued not to listen, opening the door and throwing her outside.

"And don't even think about coming back!" he snapped harshly, slamming the door.

"Barnabas, please! You have to believe me. Clarisse could die!" Silence. "Barnabas, I beg of you. You have to help me!" Still nothing. Angelique battered her fists against the door in frustration before giving up and falling against the wall, letting herself slide down it, defeated. What was she going to do now? She knew that she had to find Clarisse and it seemed as though she would be doing it alone. Yet, where did she start? Where would Carolyn be? The only thing she could do would to drive round town until she spotted the ford, but Carolyn wasn't stupid. She would have hidden the car by now, plus anything she thought incriminating.

Angelique put her head in her hands, trying to keep the tears away. She knew she couldn't stay here all night, if she had nothing else she could do today then she would have to head home. Her stomach flipped at the thought of going home without her daughter. The house would feel empty without Clarisse. It would be like there was a big hole in her life. Yet there was nothing she could do about it.

Reluctantly, she got up and walked back over to her car. Even driving in that felt wrong without her daughter by her side, but, trying to ignore it, she got in and slowly drove back to her house. If anyone had seen her, they probably wouldn't have recognised the slumped, solemn looking figure behind the wheel as their beloved Naomi, not with her face so pale and lifeless, her blank eyes watching the road ahead, not paying attention to anyone else other than the dark grey tarmac. No, it was as though she had had many sleepless nights. She just looked so… so dead and it had only been a couple of hours since Clarisse had gone.

Once she'd driven up the drive, she sat in her car a few moments, not wanting to go inside and be met with the loneliness that awaited her. When she finally persuaded herself that she couldn't avoid it any longer, she found herself unlocking the door, dropping the keys on the table and walking up into Clarisse's room. She didn't know why she was there. She didn't want to be there, but her body seemed to have just walked her into that room.

She looked around. It was as though Clarisse was still there, her pyjamas strewn across the bed where she'd left them after changing into her school uniform that morning, a book lying in the middle of the floor, her cuddly toys in disarray.

Angelique bent down and picked up the book. It was the one she'd bought for Clarisse for Christmas, the Famous Five. It fell open at a page marked with a pink bookmark. She had been just about halfway through. It made Angelique remember the times when she had sat on the bed beside her and read to her daughter before she went to sleep. It had often been the same couple of stories that had been Clarisse's favourites and had then ultimately become Angelique's favourites too.

She put the book down and went over to the bookcase, running her finger over all the titles. Eventually, she found what she was looking for. They were still there. Tucked away in the corner so her friends wouldn't see them; two picture books about unicorns and fairies. She pulled them out. The covers were faded and worn from the many times they had read them together.

Clutching them to her chest, Angelique left the room, shutting the door carefully behind her and heading to her own room. That evening, she was going to sit and read them again. She was going to relive the best moments they'd had together while she carried on searching for her. She would find Clarisse, however long it took.

She left them on her bedside table, and went back downstairs feeling a lot more content and hopeful. She'd have dinner and sit and think about what she could do next before reading the books and going to bed. With a small smile to herself, she went to pick up the post by the door that she'd walked over earlier. However, that smile soon faded when she saw a note on top, with just 'Angelique' written on it.

Putting the other post on the table, she sat down and unfolded the paper.

Angelique,

Yes, I know it's really you. I knew from the moment I stepped foot in this town two weeks ago. Your change of appearance and name doesn't fool me, even if it has fooled the rest of the town. Your scent is too distinctive. You should have known that sooner or later someone would have found out your little secret.

However, the main reason for this note, as you have probably guessed, is that I have your daughter. Quite a clever little thing really, she knew I was Elizabeth's daughter as soon as I mentioned my name. Anyway, I've watched you and your daughter these last couple of weeks and it seems that you actually love her. Of course, you can't have changed, you're still the same deceitful witch you were before you supposedly died. You ruined my family's lives with your revenge for Barnabas, so now I will ruin yours. If you want the chance to say goodbye to your daughter, then come to Widow's Hill tomorrow night at nine o'clock. I'm sure the poor, little thing would be devastated if you didn't turn up. She seems to think you're a perfect angel.

Nevertheless, remember, tomorrow night at nine o'clock.

Angelique sat back in her chair, dropping the note and letting it fall onto the table. Widow's Hill? She wasn't going to… to do that, was she? If Clarisse was like her, she'd crack and die if she fell that far! The only way she could survive was if she was a vampire like her father, and so far, she had had no taste for blood, or grown fangs, or wanted to sleep in a coffin. She couldn't let this happen! Not to her Clarisse! She had to find some way of saving her. There had to be something she could do alone. However, one thing was for sure, she would be there, on Widow's Hill, the following night at nine o'clock no matter what.