Chapter 36 – Inside the Cottage

"Connor is that you?" Connor turned around to see his wife standing there.

"Mary, what are you doing here?"

"I was waiting for you. I went by the mansion and it was in chaos. Helena was furious and the servants were leaving not wanting to be witnesses to what might happen. Lucian is worried sick about you. Did you take Emily?"

"I couldn't let them kill her Mary, she's not like them."

"You were not supposed to get close to her Connor. That was the plan, do you know how much we have lost."

"Not everything is about money Mary." Connor snapped.

"What is wrong with you," Mary asked taken back by his out burst.

"I think she deserves the best and I don't understand why she has to pay for getting involved with these freaks."

"Why do you care Connor, you don't know her."

"But I love her," Connor said suddenly, and then regretted just as quickly. "I'm sorry I don't know where that came from, going off some of my medication has got my mind all mixed up."

"I know you don't love her. It's okay Connor, but we need to get out of here because Nikolas Cassadine is probably already here in Greece, looking for her."

"Well then we should just stay her then, Lucian will bring him here to look for her and then we can all go our separate ways."

"Are you kidding me," Mary said. "They are not going to forget all that we have done, anymore than we will forget what they have done to us. Or have you forgotten about my sister and our baby?"

"I could never forget Mary."

"Then don't you see this is are chance,"

"Are chance at what?"

"Our baby Connor, the Cassadine's owe us a baby damnit, they took ours, so its only fair that we take theirs."

"Have you lost your mind?"

"No I have lost my baby."

"No Mary, I am not going to let you hurt Emily. This is not you talking it is your grief. You need to calm down. I'm going to go out and check –" Connor didn't get to finish his sentence he had mistakenly turned his back to Mary, and she hit him over the head with a metal candlestick holder.

Outside Emily got out of the car her bladder could take no more, and she was starting to get worried, little did she know the house she was about enter would make this very miserable day even worse. Emily turned the handle of the door and it creaked open to a pitch black room. "Connor" she called out not stepping inside yet. "Is everything okay?" A feeling of dread passed over her making her turn back and head for the car, but she wasn't quick enough. She felt a towel around her face and the world around her slipped away as she breathed in chloroform.

Emily tried to open her eyes but she was still very groggy. So she took in her surroundings with her eyes closed. She was on a bed and her arms were bound she was in different clothes; a gown of some sort.

"I know you're awake, why don't you open your eyes," came a woman's voice.

Emily opened her eyes and looked at the woman before her, if looks could kill Emily would all ready be dead, the woman looked psychotic. "Who are you?"

"Mary Bishop," she said.

"Connor's wife?"

"So did you have a good laugh about me on the way over here, poor pathetic Mary who was off doing her husbands' family dirty work, while he fell in love with you?"

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"Oh don't play coy Emily everyone loves you, especially your bad tempered husband."

"What do you want from me?"

"What does everyone want from you, you're baby of course."

"Why?"

"Because it should mine, just like Connor should be the Cassadine prince. We always get the short end of the stick, that's what we bonded over originally, how totally unfair our lives are. Connor was the first born you know. But he was smaller and sickly he also had a birth defect look." Mary held Emily's face and made her look at a picture that made Emily's stomach turn. It was a young child who she assumed was Connor with what looked like a boil on the side of his face. "The surgery to get it removed was risky when he was younger so he didn't get it removed into his teens; it left a huge scar on his face. He didn't get the scar removed into he had to pretend to be Nikolas."

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

"Oh, I thought you would like to know a little bit about the people who will be raising your baby, but if you don't, lets get down to it."

"No! Wait what about you. Tell me about you Mary. If you are going to kill me and take my baby at least tell me why."

"I can't have children; I can't carry them to term. I had a sister who's name was also Emily. She offered to carry a baby for us. The procedure put us debt so we went to the Cassadine's for money, actually we tried blackmailing them, and that cold hearted bitch Helena had my sister and baby killed, of course it looked like an accident but it wasn't I know it wasn't. That's all you need to know."

"So this is all about revenge, and what is owed to you. This nothing about love Mary, because that's what every baby deserves, to be loved. I'm sure you loved your baby, and I love mines okay, it was not my fault about what happened to your baby, nor was it Nikolas's."

"It's too late to talk me out of this so stop all right." Mary said as she turned her back to Emily and began pacing the room.

"It is not too late, you can still adopt Mary. I know there is nothing like having your own child but adopting a child is a pretty fantastic thing to. I'm adopted Mary, and I thank God everyday for my parents."

Emily laid there in fear and silence for what seemed like forever, Mary still had her back to her and Emily's words seemed to have no effect whatsoever. But finally Mary walked over to her and untied her hands.

"I'm so sorry," she cried sitting on the edge of the bed and putting her head and her hands. Emily sat up and looked around the room. It was baby blue, like a room for a baby, more specifically a boy. There were clothes, diapers, and a bassinet. Emily then turned to the side table were there was all sorts of medical supplies including some very sharp knives. Before she could think about what she was about to do Emily picked up the cordless phone on the side table and hit Mary over the head with it with all her might. These people were insane and there was no way she was about to stay here any longer in case Mary flipped out again. Emily picked up one of the knives off the table and made her way through the house, she jumped when she heard a sound coming from a room down the hall, thinking that Connor was probably still in the cottage somewhere she picked up her pace and head for the outside. She opened the door and looked around for the outline of the car. It was still dark outside but she made it to the car and got in the drivers seat. Connor had left the keys in the ignition so she started the car but was then startled when a hand came out of nowhere and flew at the car window. Emily let out a frightened scream as the door was pulled open. She raised her hand that still gripped the knife and readied her self to attack whoever it was.