Chapter 21

At the other end of the castle, Viktor paced in his study as he formulated the perfect plan for bringing Cameron to the island. "Faking his death would be too hard to pull off." he muttered to himself. "It would cause a lot of questions that might result in answers that are better believed to be dead." Viktor shook his head to clear his mind of the mere thought of such a truth coming to light. "Kidnapping seemed easier for bringing his grandson home to his mother. Children disappear everyday in America and are never found." An evil smirk spread slowly across his face. Viktor knew Lucky had adopted Cameron, but chose to keep this information to himself. Elizabeth never spoke of her son until recently. He thought the child was a mistake, so he never brought it up. He eventually came to learn that wasn't the case, the truth was she believed Audrey would love Cameron as she had loved Elizabeth. With an amused smirk Viktor thought, "One day, I will have to tell the story of how Audrey signed Cameron away to Lucky. "Grams" didn't love your son as you thought she would. Perhaps he was unlovable in her eyes the same way you were in your adoptive parents' eyes." Viktor intended to crush any notions Elizabeth had about the goodness of Audrey Hardy. He had special plans for Lucky, as well. True love was the last thing Viktor needed to interfere with his relationship with Elizabeth. He had watched Laura choose her love for Luke over that of the flawed love of Stavros. Luke should have been dead not Stavros. Laura wouldn't have went mad had things turned out differently. Even though, Lucky was his mother's son he was also a Spencer and he would suffer just like his father. It was only fair, after all they had taken from the Cassadines. Viktor didn't believe himself to be insane, merely justified in his actions. He understood the circumstances were different between himself and Elizabeth. She was his grand-daughter. The only living connection to his beloved Andromeda. He couldn't bare the thought of losing her now that she's been apart of his life these last five years. He could barely handle knowing she was growing up in the Webber family and he was missing every precious moment. That was the past he chided himself, this is the present, and the future is bright so long as Elizabeth is apart of it. Viktor began to feel the effects of being mentally exhausted from trying to organize the perfect disappearance and destroying the Spencers. He started down the corridor toward his bed chamber. Viktor mumbled softly to himself as he walked, "It's all an illusion. Our eyes play tricks on us. Like making the Statue of Liberty disappear." A smile of pure satisfaction spread across his face.