Subj: Angelique-chapter one
Date: 11/19/01 9:15:17 PM Central Standard Time
From: Aesgaard

Petofi was dead. Her beloved Barnabas was missing. His 1897 spirit had merged with his body from 1968 in the mausoleum at Eagle Hill. Someday someone named Willie Loomis would return her true love to her.

Rather than alter the timeline, Angelique bided her time by traveling to Boston and catching the next ship to England. It took all her money from Quentin, but it was worth it.

Arriving in London's West End, Angelique looked around. All her old contacts were long dead; her old haunts now new businesses. She smiled mischievously as she searched for lodgings.

"Haven't had a lodger since the Ripper killed Mary Jane." the landlord led the beautiful blonde sorceress down the alley in Miller's Court. "Can't seem to get anyone to stay more than a night."

The Landlord looked like old Ben Stokes only dirtier. The tiny one room apartment was dingy and foul with a broken window and stained walls. It would have to do for now.

"Here..." he snapped his fingers for the first mont's rent.

"I already gave it to you." Angelique lied as she stared into his alcoholic bloodshot eyes and mesmerized him. Feeling her power, the dirty fat man turned around speechlessly and returned to the tavern down the street.

Alone, Angelique turned round and dropped her one bag. Sighing, she wondered if this was going to be worth it.

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