Angelique’s Wild Ride
by: Delilah Robbins

Nicholas snuck up on Angelique as she gazed at his mirror and it’s ever - changing view.

"What are you doing!" He barked.

This time he scared her out of three hundred years of afterlife.

She was visibly shaken. "Nnnothing!"

He grabbed her by the chin. "You’re lying! You can’t see yourself in it, so you must have been looking at something else!" He circled her strutting around in his magnificent robe. "I know what goes in that demented pea brain of yours. You want to be a part of that experiment don’t you?" He raised her chin higher when her gaze diverted from his. "Don’t you?!" He thundered.

She tried to be silent but thought she might explode. "YES! Damn it! Why did you have to tell me about the experiment in the first place, just to gloat?"

He regarded her in silence. He didn’t owe her any explanations. He was Nicholas Blair and she was absolutely correct in her assumption. Watching her squirm really made his day! He suppressed a hearty laugh at her expense.

"You have the run of Collinsport. She continued. Dates with women, new races of humanity to create and what do I do? Gnaw on anemic cast-offs from simple minded heroines!"

Nicholas shook a finger at Angelique. "Angelique, it is better to be alive than to be nothing at all."

Angelique mouthed the words as he spoke them. He was beginning to sound like a broken record. Then she turned to reproach him. "Easy for you to say!" She turned in disgust and sat on her seat. She silently brainstormed ways of turning the tables on him.

His eyes were daggers. "I know what you’re thinking but, if you cross me in any way, if you interrupt this experiment with thoughts of becoming human again, take heed! You and I are going to watch the sun rise together. So go ahead and test me! You’ll only be making an ash of yourself."

Just then Fi-Fi, Nicholas’ familiar jumped up on Angelique’s lap. The cat adored her, following her every where she went. The vampiress despised Fi-Fi. The cat was a pest leaving hair and hairballs everywhere! She was always scratching at the furniture and plopping herself down in the middle of whatever Angelique happened to be doing. That damn cat followed her around so much that she wondered if she was really a Frank. The former witch purposely stood up so that Fi-Fi would fall off her lap.

Nicholas rubbed his hands together. He smiled his broadest and most devilish grin. "Besides, I’ve found the woman whose life force I will use!"

Angelique’s ears perked up immediately. "Who Nicholas?"

"A woman so evil, so despicable, so depraved that she makes Catherine the great look like St. Catherine!"

His eyes narrowed and the complacent smile broadened as he regarded his charge. He knew the suspense was killing her and it was satisfying to milk it for a while.

Her eyes flew open as she crossed to him. "Well?!" She demanded.

He turned, pursed his lips and gave Angelique a self -satisfied smirk. "Leona Helmsley!" His voice rang out.

Angelique shook her blonde curls in confusion. "I don’t even know who she is."

"Never mind, it isn’t necessary that you should." He stated, waving a dismissing hand in her direction. He touched his mustache as he regarded his reflection in the mirror. "She’s perfect for the experiment." He regarded his protégé again with a purposeful index finger aimed at her like a gun. "Just remember my warning to you!" With that, he removed his robe and replaced it with his hat and gloves. He scooped up Fi-Fi who was rubbing her fur all over Angelique’s dress and made some pathetic, affectionate small talk with his familiar. "Yes, that’s a good Fi-Fi. Who’s my best girl?" He crooned to her purring.

Angelique sulked as she watched the display. "You really do make a fool of yourself over that filthy beast."

Nicholas raised an indignant brow. "Filthy? You could learn a thing or two from her about fastidiousness. By the way, since I haven’t allowed you to go out tonight, I have a few chores for you to do. Number one, clean Miss Fi-Fi’s litter box!

Angelique’s jaw dropped, she was indignant.

As he gently placed his beloved Fi Fi feet first on the floor, he spun on his heel, and left for parts unknown by his charge.

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It had been a long day in the lab for Jeff Clark. It was over now though, and Jeff quickly placed beakers in cabinets and covers on equipment. If he really hurried, there still might be time to see Vicky. Almost done, great, he thought to himself. Just as he was about to turn off the lights, he saw her, the girl, the leech.

"Oh no!" He gasped. "Sorry, blood bank’s empty." He tried to run past her but she floated right up to his neck in her ghostly gown. Attaching herself to his neck she drank deeply until Jeff sank to the floor.

He has to wake up she thought. Come Hell or high water, I’m going to be the life force for that creature. She started tapping his face. "Jeff. Jeff! Wake up!"

He opened his eyes groggily. "Haven’t you had enough? I feel like a dried up old bandage."

"Look into my eyes!" She commanded.

After a few moments, Jeff was buckling Angelique on to the table next to the green lump on the other table.

OOOOOh, leather straps I wonder whose idea that was, she thought. Jeff scratched his head. "You know, I keep telling you that I don’t know much about this. I mean, you could die."

Angelique fluttered her eyelashes, giving him a sardonic look. I’ve been there and I’ve done that!" She snapped with satisfaction.

Jeff shrugged and then nodded rapidly as if trying to win a debate. "Okay, okay, but it might hurt." He reasoned.

Ugh pain! She cringed inside. I don’t like that. Then she remembered her purpose. I’ll be human again though! So I’ll suffer a little pain, couldn’t be any more painful than getting my legs waxed. "I don’t care, just do it please and get it over with." She commanded.

He turned to the instrument panel and started the machine, then shook his head ruefully. There’s probably more voltage in this thing than there is in the electric chair. He bit his upper lip as he sent the first charge.

ZZZZZZZZZ! Angelique screamed a shrill shriek not because she was in pain but because she hadn’t expected it to be so noisy. ZZZZZZZZ! Oh? She thought that’s quite a sensation! She twisted on the table. More! More! ZZZZZZZZ! Oh! Mmmmmmmm! This is incredible! She couldn’t help but let a few animal cries escape her lips.

Jeff looked over at Angelique gyrating on the table. Hey, she likes it! A LOT! Jeff was getting aroused just watching her. Maybe I’ll just give it a little more juice, for her pleasure of course.

Oh! ZZZZZZZZ! Oh! ZZZZZZZ! This reminds me of Martinique and me ZZZZZZ and Barnabas in the stable. The inner explosions she was experiencing were so intense and so over the top that she felt she might die from the pleasure of it. She didn’t smoke but she knew she’d need a puff after this.

Wow! I wonder if she’d let me hop up on the table when she’s done. Jeff wondered.

Just when Angelique felt she may spontaneously combust, Fi-Fi hopped up on to her stomach.

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Nicholas was furious to find that Angelique had disobeyed his orders by going out for the evening. His jaw tensed, as he feared the worst. The old house, that’s where she is! He stormed out of the front door again.

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When Nicholas arrived at the lab, he was surprised to see no one there. All that remained was the creature, strapped below sheets of green. He crossed to it. Adam’s mate he mused. I wonder what she looks like? Perhaps I’ll just take a little look. Pulling the covers off the creature’s face, Nicholas gasped as the eyes stared back at him. He shrank back quickly.

Fear wasn’t an emotion he’d experienced too often but in this case he found it appropriate. He regarded her again. The lips were moving. I believe she’s trying to speak he thought. He was totally amazed.

He whispered in the creature’s ear.

"Can you speak?"

The creature began to move her lips rapidly, struggling to emit some sound.

He encouraged her constantly. "That’s it. That’s a girl! Speak!" The creature groaned, it was an enormous effort but, uttered it’s first word, "MEOW!"

Angelique’s Wild Ride-Part 2

It didn’t take Nicholas too long to figure what had happened. He was livid. Angelique had successfully double-crossed him. It gave him a delicious thrill to think of all the ways he could punish her!

He recognized Fi Fi’s distinct meow immediately and re-built the inevitable scenario in his mind. What concerned him the most was the cause set in motion by the turn of events. One thing that was apparent, Angelique was not the creature’s life force.

There was one thing that he was Hell bent on. Leona Helmsley was still going to be that creature’s life force! He would just have to reverse the process…somehow. The first thing he would have to do would be to summon Miss Helmsley but he needed help.

Carolyn, recovering from being dead, was startled by three knocks at the great door. After the seventh knock, she realized Mrs. Johnson was probably playing hooky from her duties as she so often did. She rose wearily to answer the door. Behind it stood handsome Nicholas Blair, holding a package.

"Hello Nicholas, Uncle Roger isn’t here." She smiled apologetically. "I’m the only one home."

Nicholas smiled a devilish smile that reached both of his ears.

"Good. Actually, you’re the reason I’m here, my dear." I heard you were under the weather and thought you might like this." He presented her with the beautifully wrapped box.

Carolyn beamed. "How thoughtful of you. How did you know I wasn’t feeling well?" He’s nothing like Cassandra, Carolyn thought.

He hesitated. "I make it my business to know these things." He removed his gloves and hat and plopped them on the hallway table. "Try it on for me, will you."

Carolyn was delighted. "Oh?" It’s something to wear?" What a delightful man she thought.

"Yes, I’d like to see if it fits." He turned away for a moment. He didn’t want her to see the expression on his face.

"I won’t be but a moment." She promised. "Why don’t you make yourself comfortable in the drawing room." She turned and disappeared up the stairs.

Nicholas fixed himself a brandy. If she doesn’t hurry up and get down here, I’ll have to go up there and assist her. The thought of it made his temperature rise.

After what felt like an age, Carolyn finally entered the drawing room. A perplexed look crossed her pretty face as she fingered the lace collar of the French maid costume she wore. Nicholas immediately shut the drawing room doors behind her, which confused her even more.

"Nicholas, I’m not really sure I understand all this." She shook her head ruefully.

Nicholas slowly appraised Carolyn from head to toe. He didn’t bother to disguise his appreciative gaze. The black spiked heels were the perfect accent to her costume as were the fishnet stockings. "I’m not given to explaining myself often but, you’re entitled to something. I need your help Carolyn." His bedroom eyes penetrated hers. "As my slave, you want to help me don’t you?" It was more of a command than a question.

She stared at him transfixed as if in a trance. "Yes."

He smiled victoriously. "Good, come with me." He led Carolyn out to his car.

He and Carolyn descended the stairs leading to a musty cellar. There was a table and chair in the room’s center.

"What is this place Nicholas? I don’t like it here." She complained.

"Just do as you’re told and we won’t be here long." He ordered.

"Nicholas, why are we here? Can’t you tell me?"

He clapped his hands together once with great purpose. "You and I are going to summon someone, the most evil woman who ever existed. Her name is Leona Helmsley.

Carolyn shook her head. The name meant nothing to her. "But, why am I dressed like this?"

"You’re bait my dear. She’ll be attracted to you immediately." He smiled broadly.

Carolyn shot him a frightened glance. "She likes girls?"

"No, no my dear, she’s has a fixation with the working class." He explained.

"But, I’ve never worked a day in my life!" She said indignantly.

Precisely! It’s one of two reasons that you’re wearing that costume. Leona gets sadistic pleasure from ordering subservient individuals around. The attraction will be like a magnate to metal.

"What’s the second reason?’ She was really intrigued now.

"It attracts me as well!" He took in a sharp intake of breath and raised a horny brow. "You look ravishing my dear!" He led her to the chair and continued to instruct her.

"Place your leg on this chair while standing on your other leg. Whatever you do, you’re are not to move from that position."

"You’re scaring me Nicholas." She frowned. "What will happen if I move?"

"I won’t be able to see your legs properly." He jeered. "Thank you for the cheap look my dear, you may now sit in the chair." He handed her a book of matches. Please light the candles.

Standing next to Carolyn like that, he was tempted to live out one of his many French maid fantasies but something held him back. Maggie’s face was clouding his vision. Great balls of fire! He thought. I’m becoming a one-woman man!

Nicholas decided to get on with it. He chanted a phrase or two. His voice became hypnotic.

"Leona Helmsley! Evil incarnate, come to me from your board meeting, your schemes, your health spa, come to me now."

"I don’t know Nicholas, I’m not so sure I want to meet someone that despicable." Carolyn was petrified.

Nicholas patted her on the shoulder. "I won’t let her harm you."

Suddenly, the candlelight flickered and the door swung open. There stood Leona Helmsley fit to be tied. She immediately lit in to Carolyn. "Listen you bimbo, I want extra towels in my room you little tart! There isn’t enough heat in my room either. Are you listening to me? Hurry up and do as I ask! I know the president of this hotel chain and your job is on the line…

Carolyn covered her ears. She wailed. "Oh Nicholas, please make her stop! I can’t take any more."

Nicholas snapped his fingers and Leona suddenly turned her attention to him.

Leona was totally confused. "Where am I?" She bitched.

It gave Nicholas great pleasure to say what he said next. "You are my slave and you will shut up!"

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Nicholas strapped a quiet and cooperative Leona Helmsley onto the table next to the creature. Seeing a Frankenstein movie or two, he considered himself expert enough to conduct the experiment himself.

He threw out the first charge. All of the lights in the room dimmed and Leona screamed a blood-curdling scream. He paid no attention to her and continued to throw switches as she flopped around on the table. He couldn’t tell if she was dead or unconscious, he didn’t care either way. Giving the creature her evil nature was all that he was concerned with.

Satisfied he turned off the switches. He crossed to Leona and lifted her limp hand. She was indeed dead. He half expected to see legions of little people dancing and singing to the tune of Ding Dong the witch is dead. He pulled the green sheet over her head.

He removed the bandages from the creature’s face. Again he urged the creature to speak. This time the creature looked up at him furiously. She gave him a litany of complaints. "Let me tell you young man, this is the last time I fly with this airline. When I ask for a dry martini that is what I expect. And what’s with all the turbulence on this flight?"

Satisfied, Nicholas turned off the lights and exited the lab.

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It was early morning by the time Nicholas returned to the house by the sea. Angelique is in her coffin. He thought to himself. He would have to plan something very special for her.

Just then, Fi-Fi rubbed against Nicholas’ leg affectionately. He scooped her up into his arms and scratched under her chin as she purred appreciatively. "That’s my pretty girl." He crooned. "Angelique could learn a lot from you miss Fi-Fi. You never talk back. You’re never disobedient. Yes indeed she could learn a lot from you."

Fi-Fi jumped off Nicholas’ lap. Her tail swished in the air as she regarded him with huge, green almond shaped eyes. "Yes and she could change my litter box like you told her to."