Subj: Angelique Part Two
Date: 11/27/01 4:42:23 PM Central Standard Time
From: Aesgaard

Eyeing the dirty walls of the flat that might be her home for a while, Angelique turned her hand and extended her fingers to the spectacle as she reached for a broom. The walls brightened as the molecules of dirt fell to the floor to be swept up. She used her shoe to dust off the curtains and peeked briefly into the closet as she passed it. It was fair enough for her as she reached for a hanger and started to hang her clothing, but then she had a feeling of apprehension. Maybe she should not be putting anything in there. She tried to shrug it off then hung her clothing off a bar to her kitchenette in an alcove.

She repaired the broken window pane herself. She took a bottle from outside her door and used its volume to replace the space in the pane again molecule by molecule. Another pass of her hand and she elevated the mattress of her would-be bed and flipped it over.

"Telekinesis,,,," she grinned to herself as she swept her floor out the door. "How could I live without it ?" She looked up and saw someone coming for her down the alley. He was dirty and loathsome and clothed offensively as he looked her over.

"I'll give you five pounds for a good time...." he thought she was one of the East End's whores !

"What you need is a bath !" Angelique cringed and covertly turned her hand again. The would-be john was doused with a pail full of water from the apartment above.

Smiling to herself, Angelique returned to her cleaning, but she was barely finished when the door sounded again. The john was back and not alone. "What did you do to my friend ?!"

Another bucket of water fell to earth, this time enough for two as Angelique grinned mischievously back to them.

"You mean that ?!" she turned into her flat and closed the door only this time she locked it. She turned back to her sweeping and light cleaning to turn this would-be apartment to a brief home. She took the linens from a trunk by the door and started setting her bed. She still needed to check her lamp for oil, but just as it started getting dark, Mary Kelly's old johns started returning. She grumbled as she unlocked her door and peeked out. "I am not a......"

"Ten pounds, missy - fifteen of you bring your friends."

"Meet my friends." Angelique closed and relocked the door. The buffoon stood outside her door as he heard dogs in the distance barking and growling. The noises were getting closer as he saw five, then eight, then twelve dogs coming at him. Bolting from the door, he briefly saw Angelique watching from the window as a huge retriever and a pinscher bit and tore at the seat of his pants.

"And that's enough of that." Angelique removed her dress to her skirts, undid her locks of hair and slipped into bed. She lit her oil lamp and decreased the flame to barely light the room and leaned back to sleep. The bed creaked under her as she closed her eyes. Knock knock knock

"This is getting......" she pulled her blanket around herself. "Now listen you here...!!!!"

The alley way was empty. She shuddered in the cold air as she heard the far tapping of wheels to a cobblestone street. That feeling of inexplicable dread returned as she doubly locked her door, peeked out to be sure and returned to bed. It creaked under her again as she nervously thought of ways to earn money.

The mattress creaked.

Lifting her head, she looked through the dim darkness. As she laid back down, she heard it again as if someone had crawled in bed with her. She began to look around again. Her hanging dresses were swaying on the impromptu rod.

The unexpected sensation of someone on top of her pushed her to the bed. Looking straight up, she saw nothing as something pushed against her ! She gasped and kicked at the presence then slid her body and tumbled to the floor for her bags.

"Miss Kelly," she pulled some white candles out."I'm so sorry about your murder, but this flat has not enough room for previous tenants !!"

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