Angelique, eyes blazing icy blue sparks, faced Barnabas. The realization that he no longer wanted her made her feel like squashing him under her foot like an insignificant bug. His fumbling, ridiculous explanation for not wanting to make love to her anymore--that he was engaged to Josette and felt continuing their relationship would be wrong--maddened her.

When she told him, "You will see!" she meant it. She would seek her revenge, make him pay for humiliating her. He had taken her body in Martinique so many times, filled her with such enormous pleasure, and now he was turning her aside, casting away her offers for more ecstasy in this cold, ugly place? And for something so old-fashioned as fidelity!

She took the toy soldier in hand, fully intending to throttle this "member of the regiment" and kill Barnabas outright.

Suddenly, a better idea struck Angelique, and she smiled evilly. She examined the toy soldier, took a small piece of clay between her palms and rolled it into a small cylinder, fashioning something the poor toy soldier was missing. She raised a knife and brought the glinting blade down, severing that which she had just attached.

Barnabas Collins, embracing his beloved Josette at last, suddenly screamed and grabbed his crotch. There was blood on his pants front, so much crimson, and a severed lump in his breeches that could only be one thing.

The doctor had no explanation for why Mr. Collins' member mysteriously separated itself from his testicles, but neither Josette nor Angelique had any interest in marrying a eunuch, and both returned posthaste to Martinique. Angelique smiled all the way home on the ship.

Love, RobinV