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| Verity, posing as Mary, makes love to Filipe |
On a windy morning, branches from a beech tree scratched the glass of a bedroom window of the Braga home in the village. A couple kissed passionately in the second-floor bedroom in the dim light of the early day.
The wind's unyielding soft howl kept in time with the heavy breathing of the couple, Filipe and Verity, as they slowly began to seep into each other, making love. Filipe believed the woman beneath him was the woman he truly loved: Mary.
But Verity's switch with her identical twin to take over her life had already taken shape and gone further than she had ever realized. It had become the perfect plan.
She was now making love for the first time. Her emotions and hormones swirled together like a hurricane. She felt like a fire growing hotter and hotter the more she took in Filipe and breathed in his breath. She scratched her nails down his back as the pressure of their lovemaking deepened inside of her. She could feel his body's weight on her, it felt like nothing she had ever felt before. Safe. Warm. Protected. It was erotic, and passionate and she wanted more and more of it and didn't want to stop.
She moaned, hoping to keep him in rhythm with her body's lust, he reciprocated.
Verity, clearly enjoying her first experience as a real person making love, then slipped out from under him, they rolled over and she startled his body. There was something about her, Filipe noted, something different. Wilder. More insatiable. It was sexy and he liked it but different.
He reached up to her chest; she grabbed his hands and sucked one of his fingers. Verity, masking as her twin Mary, felt every thrust from Filipe's body devouring every second in ecstasy until they finally exploded in unison. Her tired, slick body fell to his side as she quickly cuddled in his nook.
Filipe kissed her on the neck right below her ear. His stubble tickled her.
"Don't ever shave." She said.
"You usually like me clean shaven." He said with a grin.
She reached up and wiped a sparkle of sweat from his forehead. "But I like you like this now."
"Ok." he smiled. "That'll be so much easier for me on the shit. No need to take a shaving kit."
"Ship?" She asked.
He cocked his head to the side. "Yes, at work. When I set out to sea on the fleet."
"OH! Yes. That ship." Verity said, quickly recalling Filipe's fisherman occupation.
"Are you alright?"
She nodded that she was and kissed him. "Let's go again." She said.
"Again? I have to get up! I'll be out to sea again later this evening. You know that." He said.
"Can't you say you're ill and can't go out with them today? What good would a sick fisherman be all the way out there on the sea?" Verity asked, her voice soft and whispery like a schoolgirl's.
"I can't do that." He said, with a grin. "As much as I could stay in bed all day with you, I have to make us some money and you have Caleb to look after."
Filipe got up out of bed. She watched as his caramel nude body still dripping in areas with the sweat of their love making as he got his clothes and began to dress to go down to have a meal before leaving out to sea. Verity, grabbed the sheets from the bed and wrapped herself in them. Her tussled hair a flurry of blonde curled and scrunched like a nest.
"Aren't you going to get out of bed?" He asked her, his voice surprised at her lack of movement.
"Can't your mother watch over Caleb? Or Charlotte?" Verity asked.
Filipe turned back around to Verity from the dresser he was pulling a pair of socks from. His brow furrowed. She noted his expression the realized she'd said something wrong. Something Mary would never say.
"I mean for a minute as I get up." Verity replied trying to cover.
"What's going on with you?" He asked, his question pregnant with wonder as slowly he began to add up the slight differences in his wife of two years. "You've been a little off since right after the trials. Is there something you're not telling me?"
"I'm fine! Really! I know, I know, I've been a bit out on the moon and not myself, but I'm trying to get back to that. That's what this was for." She said hinting at their very fun morning love session.
Filipe flashed in his mind to just a few minutes before of their bodies tangled up in nude sweaty love making. It was more passionate than ever, it was more erotic and adventurous.
"All that was just to -- to what? Make up for something? What are you making up for?" He asked sitting on the edge of the bed.
"For being so off. I know it can't be easy to deal with someone who's had so much going on in her life. I'd do it like that every night if you wanted." She said.
"Mary, I want you to be you. That's why I fell in love with you. You were the most natural, the most real, the most compassionate person I had ever met and that's all you need to be with me. Whatever happens to you happens to me. You don't have to make up for anything." Filipe said as he reached for her face and cupped her chin with his hand.
She allowed her face to fall into his large palm, he touched her lips with his thumb, she kissed it.
"That's why I love you." She said in reply. "I'll always love you." She said.
"I love you too." He replied. "Now, I got to get downstairs for a quick bite before I had to head off. Come on, miss lazy, lets get dressed, let's go!"
He reached over and started to tickle her sides. She didn't feel it. She looked at him strange, and he then looked at her strange. "What happened? No longer ticklish?" He asked.
"OH! I am, yes, Sorry. You see? I'm off." Verity admitted, as she got out of bed. "I’m still getting back to normal after everything — you understand.” She said trying to cover.
“Mary the trial was quite a while ago. I know that what you, Evie and Matthew went through hell all to help me in my condition, but you seemed to be getting back to you. Now … well now you seem lost again. What can I do to help?” Filipe asked noting his cure for lycanthropy was the source of the witch trials.
“I’m fine. Truly. I am. I’ll get back to myself again. I promise. Now let me get dressed for breakfast."
She quickly went into the adjoining bathroom. She closed the door and stood in front of the long body length mirror in the corner. Her naked body a perfect expression of the female form. She was breathing heavy, her nerves torn to shreds as Filipe questioned her.
She looked at herself, she saw Mary. She saw herself. Then she took another deep breath. She was faltering, her mistakes now mounting. She needed to keep this new life she was so in love with tight in her hands like a treasured pearl.
Verity needed to do much, much better to keep it all together — exposure would mean death.
Filipe went back to the dresser and switched the socks for warmer ones. As one pair went in and the other pair came out, he noticed how much they looked alike, yet he knew they were different. Mary looked like Mary, but she too felt so different. He stared at the bathroom door and wondered what in the world could have made her change this way. She was slightly meeker when she spoke, but in bed she was much more adventurous. Perhaps, he wondered, if she needed to speak with the new psychiatrist in town, Dr. Pascal. Maybe something had switched in her mind while she was in jail, while she was suffering under all that stress during the witch trials.
Maybe he needed to talk to Dr. Pascal first -- and alone.
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| Mary pleads with Jacqueline for help |
In her mind, as the rush of blood pushed through her veins and into her brain, images of her twin Verity posing as Mary haunted her. It was as if she were watching herself with her husband and children but she knew better.
Mary looked up, her face stained with dirt and soil from attempts at climbing out. Her hair wet with sweat and her eyes glistening with tears and red with sorrow.
"Jacqueline, please,” Mary began taking in slow breaths, “please help me out of here."
The voice was weak, tainted with exhaustion.
"You know I can't do that. I've already told you if I interfere with this the council will destroy me. That was my punishment for what I did during the trials, I have to stay out of this." Jacqueline reminded Mary.
"LOOK AT ME JACQUELINE!!" Mary roared, in a burst of her last bits of human energy. "I'm ill, very ill. I need to get out of here and get help, and only you can do that."
Jacqueline looked away and towards the staircase that led back up to the house.
"I’ll bring you medicine, I work at the hospital now, I have access to — " Jacqueline said again but was interrupted by Mary.
"This is going to be the end of me. You can stop it. You -- Jacqueline -- you can save my life."
"No... NO DON’T GO! Jacqueline! PLEASE! COME BACK!!! No!! JACQUELINE!!!"
Mary's screams did not go unnoticed. Jacqueline heard every shrieked word. It surprisingly tore into her that her hands had been tied by the council in such a way. There was no love lost between Jacqueline and Mary; their differences went bone deep, painfully so. But it felt different now to see Mary suffering in a way that felt crueler than anything Jacqueline could have cooked up in her own twisted mind. Mostly because Verity had left Mary unable to defend herself.
That cursed ring of salt blocking Mary from using her powers and saving herself. To Jacqueline that was a sin against witch. Unfair warfare between sorcerers.
Jacqueline's body began to swirl like a whirlpool of light and dark colors turning into the woman named Isabel that she had created as a disguise to allow her to walk freely in the village. Her skin, still a beautiful mocha color, her jaw squarer, her eyes wider, her lips slightly thinner. Her mind the same.
She shapeshifting witch was not directly going to Churchill Green to be with Johnathon as she had been doing for weeks now in her magical disguise. She had one more stop before that -- she was going to see Verity Spencer and find a way to make her end her torment of her twin sister Mary once and for all.
While Jacqueline made her way to Welshport Island from Goode Island, over at Tirymor, Jane stood in a large window in the east wing drawing room that faced the long pebble encrusted path that led from the front gates.
Her face was frozen in worry as she saw an automobile from the village puttering up the path. She held on to a silver kettle of tea, hot to the touch, in one hand and an empty saucer and cup in the other.
Rebecca entered the intended person to receive the tea, with her dog BeeBee in arms. She walked slowly towards the preoccupied Jane and turned to the window just as the automobile vanished behind hedges off to the side.
"Who was that?" Rebecca asked, cuddling BeeBee.
"Oh, Ma'am, I'm sorry, I didn't see you come in. I don't know. I couldn't distinguish who was driving." Jane said, lying. She saw.
Rebecca furrowed her brow and then went to the table and sat for her tea.
"How are you feeling today, ma'am?" Jane asked, hoping to calm Rebecca as she knew what was coming shortly.
Rebecca did not answer audibly. She nodded.
"Perhaps you'd like to take BeeBee out for a wal---" Jane said just as she was interrupted by the mansion's butler
"Ma'am." A butler said from the door of the drawing room.
Jane gulped.
"Visitors." He said.
Rebecca sighed "I wasn't expecting company. Is it Ms. Braga? I don't think I had an appointment with her."
"No ma'am." The butler replied, his face white as a sheet.
Rebecca noticed and felt a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. She let BeeBee go, the dog ran over to the butler and peeked it's little fluffy head out to see who the visitors were. He barked, yapped at the strangers, just as the butler shifted to the side and allowed the visitors to enter.
It was Constable Justin Ryan and two of his deputies.
"Mrs. Lord-Casador, I apologize for entering at this time, I know you weren't expecting company." Justin said.
"What is this?" Rebecca asked, as Jane quickly made her way out of the room to find Jacob.
"We're here because we have some official and unfortunate news and business to handle with you." Justin answered.
"I'm sorry -- with me? How so? She asked.
"I think you know." Justin replied. "We have some important questions to ask you about the day of the accidental poisonings at the hospital that led to Dr. Hoffman's death."
Rebecca took a deep breath that felt trapped inside her bodice. She grabbed at her chest, the feeling deep in her chest. She went over to two large sofas that were over to the side and offered the police officers seats. She sat down, stoic, regal almost otherworldly to the eyes of the three men who had never seen the famous matriarch of the Lord family up-close and personal.
"Will you tell us where you were that day? The day of the poisoning and death?" Justin asked.
"Well, I was... I was here." She said.
"Here? The whole day?" Justin pressed.
She could tell he knew more. "No." She replied but gave no more.
"Where else?" One of the deputies asked.
"I did go out, I went to the hospital." She said.
"You were there -- that day?" Justin asked.
She nodded affirming but again not going into detail.
"Constable, I would truly like to know what this all about? If you have something to ask me, point blank, please do so because I'm not a woman who likes a man who beats around the bush." She said.
"Yes, of course, you like things direct. I've heard that about you." Justin replied.
"Then you'll indulge my reputation and tell me what you want to know." She said, the bitterness seeping out into her words like acid.
"Were you involved at all, with what happened with the poisoned patients and the untimely death of Dr. Asha Hoffman?" Justin asked. The two other deputies quickly removed note pads to record her answer.
Rebecca's jaw clenched like a steel bear trap around an unfortunate hunter's leg. As her chest heaved up with air, she opened to reply with yet another misguided lie, but her son Jacob entered the room with Jane who seemed out of breath.
"Careful how you answer." Jacob replied.
"Mr. Lord, we were just discussing what Mrs. Casador was doing at the hospital that day." Justin explained.
"I've been informed." Jacob said, his eyes flashing over to Jane.
"Your mother was just about to tell us." a deputy said.
"Is that so? Mother, what's your answer?" Jacob moving over to his mother to see if she'd be honest with the police as she was with him when she confessed.
Rebecca didn't know what to do, she hadn't thought about this happening, she didn't look into Fatima's cards and see this happening in her own home. She couldn't say anything, she couldn't tell what they wanted to hear. She hoped a lie, she wanted to tell them a lie, but there was something in Jacob's face that raised the hair on the back of her neck.
She could tell, just in the eyes of her eldest son that he was responsible for the police sitting in her drawing room asking her questions about Asha's death.
"Mrs. Casador?" Justin said, pulling her out of her thoughts and back into their conversation. "Can you answer the question?"
"Answer it mother." Jacob added.
Rebecca stood up. BeeBee rushed back into the room and dashed up to the sofa and sat in the spot Rebecca was in. She looked into her son's eyes and just behind she could see a painting of his father, her late husband Albert Lord. The comparisons of their faces in her eyes -- the two of them shared the same brow bone, eye shape and ears. She began to feel something in her stomach again. She began to hear herself begging for breath.
She turned white and turned back to Justin as he and the two deputies stood up watching her begin to hyperventilate.
"Tell them." Jacob said, his tone cold and unfeeling.
"What have you done?" She whispered to Jacob.
"Tell them!" Jacob said. Celeste then entered the room.
"What is this?" Celeste asked.
Jacob turned to his wife, a small half smile skimmed the top of his lips.
"My mother was about to tell the police, who came all the way into the Tirymor Forest from the village to ask her what she knows about the very tragic death of Asha Hoffman, and she was about to answer, TRUTHFULLY. Because she knows what she told me." Jacob said.
"Jacob --- what have..." Celeste began but Rebecca's next action finished Celeste's sentence.
Rebecca's had went clear across Jacob's face. The smack cracked the silence in the room. Her arm was so far off to the side Justin was able to grab it and hold it so Rebecca could not slap Jacob a second time -- and she tried.
"Please, Please Mrs. Casador, please calm down. Please." Justin said.
Rebecca began to sob and in seconds she fell to her knees and let it all out as if all finally came crashing down on the realization of what Jacob had done.
Her mind flashed to her crime. Her broken heart. Her hope to help Asha with her own broken heart, now that Nik had moved on behind her back with Danielle. Yes, Danielle, the common denominator between the two women. How Danielle's presence in Caspian's life was tearing Rebecca's relationship apart. The young nurse represented Viktor, the man Caspian once was and how detrimental that former identity seemed to be to Rebecca and her relationship to Caspian. Danielle, the new love in Nik's life was just as threatening to Asha who adored Nik to no end.
It was all out now; Celeste's cried as she watched one of the strongest women she had ever known get her arms tied together in front of her and walked out of the very mansion, she ruled like a queen in her palace be taken off.
BeeBee barked uncontrollably as his mistress vanished down the front marble floored corridor. Jane grabbed hold of the white fluffy dog and held him tight. All the staff came out of their work spots to watch it all happen, shocked, horrified and unable to make sense of it.
Rebecca had confessed. Finally -- a member of the unbreakable Lord family had finally cracked into rubble.
"I cannot believe you actually went through with this." Celeste said to her husband.
Jacob turned to her and arched a brow "It was a long time coming, and now dear wife, the rest is ours to lose."
"The rest?" She asked in a whisper as she and Jacob walked out onto the terrace to watch the police car drive off.
"The empire." He grinned. "Its ours for the taking."
As Celeste let it sink in, the Jacob turned in his mother as leverage to finally and truly take over the family fortune, she realized Jacob's blood was colder than she had ever thought. He may have warmed when Fabian was born, he might have softened and let things go for a short time, but the cruel Machiavellian plotter, schemer and vicious businessman she believed had disappeared was still inside him.
And he just showed her not even the woman who gave birth to him was safe from his ambitious treachery.
The iron front door to Tirymor House closed and Rebecca watched from the car as the mansion, the place, her safe place got smaller and smaller and smaller and fell behind the growing trees of the forest that surrounded it and hid it away.
She'd return there -- no more.
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| Danielle & Nikolas at her home |
Later that evening, at her home in the village, Danielle sat at her vanity with two large candles lit. The sun hadn't yet set but her room felt dark enough that she needed light. She stared into the mirror as she looped drop pearl earrings into her ear. So many questions flooded her mind as Nik Jordan entered the room.
He looked handsome, dressed in a tuxedo. His face glowing with perfection. She turned to him and smiled the saddest smile he'd ever seen.
"Oh, don't do that." He said. "This is a happy occasion. We're going to a wedding."
"I know its supposed to be happy but I can't help but feel all of this is my fault. Had I never come back to settle my mother's estate when she died I would have never come across my father. I would have never pursued the idea that he truly was my father Viktor and Rebecca would have -- " She paused still unsure of their theory on Rebecca's guilt was right.
"You can't do that to yourself." Nik said lifting her up out of the vanity's chair. "If Rebecca really did all of this and tried to frame me for it, that's something she has to live with and the law will have to decide whether or not she should be punished. You cannot punish yourself. All of this is a tragedy from the very beginning with Asha and my mother's child -- all of it happened before you came back. Somehow, this is where it led and we have to all live with the final outcome."
"I hope Cora and Aaron aren't too upset that I won't be the picture of happiness at their wedding." Danielle said.
"I'm sure they'll understand. To be honest, I'm surprised they invited us. I don't know Aaron too well and Cora and I had only minor conversations, but she's been so close to Evie and my mother through her time with Gabriel, so I guess we're all sort of connected."
"Have you heard from your sister?"
Nik sighed and shook his head. "Yet another mystery for us to chew on, no. When Matthew left, we all figured he'd go after her and even he's gone off the radar. No letters. No messages. Nothing."
"I don't know, Nik, maybe we should just stay here. You just got finished being questioned by the authorities -- it just feels strange going out to celebrate." Danielle confessed.
"No, no, no -- we did nothing wrong. Hiding out just feels like we're admitting to something. We shouldn't vanish from the world just because people think we did something that you and I, our friends and family, know we didn't do." Nik replied, but Danielle couldn't be convinced.
He reached over as she turned from him and looked into the mirror again. He hugged her from behind as they stared into the mirror at each other. Nik kissed her cheek and she snuggled to his arms.
"I've fallen very much in love with you, Danielle." He whispered. "Nothing, and I mean nothing will ever come between us."
She turned back to face him. His eyes were so soft and she could tell that he was in love -- she was too. His sincerity felt almost too good to be true but there was nothing stopping her from really believing him. No matter what happened next she knew he'd be by her side and she'd be by his.
She held his face and kissed him there in her room in her gown and drop pearl earrings. He pulled her close and held her in his arms as a ring rang on the telephone in the hallway.
The paused, not expecting any caller at that time of the evening. Danielle went over to the hallway and picked up the candlestick phone and put the receiver to her ear.
"Yes?"
The voice on the other line wasn't clear at first but then repeated after Danielle gave no answer.
"Is this the home of Danielle Holten?" The female voice asked.
"It is."
"Please hold. Patching through Constable Justin Ryan." The operator announced.
Three clicks and Justin came on the phone.
"Danielle, Its Justin.?"
"Yes, Justin, hello. What is it?" She said as Nik slowly made his way into the hall.
"I have good news. Mrs. Casador has confessed to Asha's death and the other poisonings." Justin confirmed.
"WHAT! That's... I... I don't know what to say!" She replied.
"Dani?" Nik said.
"I hope you and Dr. Jordan understand I was only doing my best while the investigation was on-going. Please let him know that the constable's office has cleared him now that we have confirmation on the actual perpetrator. I've already spoken with Dr. Ward. Your suspensions will likely be lifted soon. But I'm sure Dr. Ward will confirm that once he gets the go-ahead."
Danielle let out giant sigh of relief and thanked Justin then leaped into Nik's arms dropping the phone to the ground.
"What is it? What's happened?"
Danielle kissed Nik again and began to explain the call. "It's over." She said. "It's really over!"
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| Aurora is not home ... alone |
Aurora arrived back home to the Beach House in a flurry of worry for Caspian and anger at Rebecca. She tossed her coat over the sofa and fell into its deep white cushions allowing its cozy folds to hold her in place as the worry continued to overtake her.
Suddenly she felt eyes on her. It was like someone was in the corner of the room watching her. This weight on Aurora made her jump quickly and stare at the blackness… she slowly made her way to that area of the parlor where the heaviness emanated from holding her breath the whole time. She reached for the lamp, shaking as she pulled its beaded switch illuminating that darkened corner.
There was nothing there, only the pale wallpaper and photos framed of her grandson. There was only the light now and the sound of Aurora’s thumping heart.
Aurora took a breath of relief and returned back to the sofa and her thoughts on Caspian's manic disappearance and wondered where he could have gone.
As she sat there, a figure in silhouette fluttered in the background from yet another of the house. Aurora, this time, heard the clumsy footsteps. She jumped up again and backed away from the sofa staring directly into the darkness that was the other room she believed empty but clearly was not.
"Who's there? Come out. Come out now." She said forcibly.
Aurora took two paces to the left near a hearth and grabbed a fire-poker. She lifted it up into the air and demanded the person show themselves to her.
Then, slowly creeping out from the darkened area of the room, entering into the light of the parlor came Caspian Casador.
Aurora gasped.
Caspian was disheveled. Unshaven. His face was emotionless and empty. He stared at Aurora like he did a long time ago -- when he was something else. Something much more sinister and not of this living world.
"Caspian...?" She whispered, the poker still raised. "Caspian?" she repeated.
He did nothing at first, he just stared at her and walked closer. Aurora's breath became shallower as something in her told her this man, the man she felt she was finally reconnecting with after tragedy took their child had returned to the creature that had raped her and conceived that child. No more was he the kind Caspian who had turned a new leaf since the demonic possession left him, no more was the man she thought would help her finally reconnect her fractured family.
"Who are you?" She asked, believing that he was truly possessed again.
"Who I always was. Who I've always been. This is me, Aurora. This is who I am." He said in a growl.
Aurora's expression showed confusion.
"My name is Viktor." He replied in a cold tone of voice as he slowly moved around the white sofa coming closer to her.
"Viktor?” She asked but soon her mind began to connect the dots “The man you were before --- before you took the name Caspian.”
“At your service.” He answered, bowing slightly.
“I don’t understand, this is who you were before the possession?” She asked, he nodded. "How did this happen?"
"The how really doesn't matter, does it? I'm here now. And I’m not leaving. Nor ever again.”
“What do you want?” She asked, her hand shaking with the poker still tightly gripped. "To be as you were?"
“As I was?” He thought. “I can be honest with you. We've been through so many things. You see Aurora, I was never a good man. Never a man who watched out for his family like he should. My wife Lina suffered with my awfulness. Dani too -- the poor girl all but abandoned her mother for nursing school away from here to free herself of the wretched life I gave them." Viktor admitted.
"Then you want to make amends?" Aurora hoped, she slightly lowered the poker.
"Amends!?" He laughed. "Its too late for that. I fell prey to the darkness that all humans are prey to and when the darkness overcame me and created Caspian and was summoned through a force, I never felt more alive.” He asked rhetorically.
"I -- I don't understand. A force?"
"You can thank the late mistress of shadows...Eliza Goode." Viktor confessed revealing the late Eliza's hand in forming the evil entity that eventually took hold of Viktor's human body and inhabited it as Caspian.
"You're frightening me." She replied.
"Ohhhhh am I frightening? Poor you!" he mocked with a chuckle. "Have I sent you to a place you feel threatened? By the look of it, I have. No one holds an iron poker above their head like that if they're not threatened."
"Caspian, you're not well, something is very, very wrong." Aurora said.
"On the contrary, Aurora I have never felt more right! And that name -- THAT NAME! Caspian! I chose it for him but I can't stand to hear it. Viktor, Aurora, this is the name I want to live by. It's the name I was born with." Caspian said as he got closer and closer to Aurora.
Then in a split second he lunged at her. She lifted the poker up higher ready to swing but he blocked it with his hand and yanked it from her. The force of the pull threw Aurora to the ground. She screamed and began to crawl, a futile attempt at an escape. Caspian grabbed her heels that were peeking out from under her dress and pulled her back. He got on top of her and held her down.
"Viktor is the name of the man you see now, and it's the name of the man who'll take your life."
Aurora's eyes were as wide as saucers as his hands went down around her neck and began to squeeze. She felt the heft of his body on her, she could not move she could not breath. She began to see spots and a darkness floating above her like a smoke, the lack of oxygen pulling her into it faster and faster.
Then Caspian literally leaped off of her. She choked, the air flooding back into her lungs. She turned to see him rolling around on the ground as if he was on file.
He got up, his body contorted in a strange position as if he was physically pulling himself in two directions.
"Caspian!!! Please, please stop!" Aurora shouted from the floor as she continued to catch her breath.
Caspian lurched to the left, the right. He fought his inner self tearing at his clothes screaming in anger towards the two men in one body.
He fell back into a wall, a mirror tilted to the side and Caspian faced it. The mirror reflected something awful, his face but cold and menacing not the face looking in.
"This is no longer yours." The reflection said.
"GET OUT!!!" Caspian shouted to the mirror.
"THIS IS NO LONGER YOURS!!!" The reflection said again, screaming it this time splitting Caspian's mind into two again.
Caspian fell to the ground, pulling the mirror down with him. It shattered into pieces. Aurora got up from the floor, she lunged for the door but Caspian grabbed her by the forearm and yanked her back.
It was the Viktor's face she saw again.
"Going somewhere?" He grinned evilly.
She screamed and he grabbed her by the neck and began choking her. She gasped, ripping at his hands with hers hoping something, some kind of force inside of her would stop him from killing her. She reached over, grabbed a vase and crashed it over his head to no avail. He was unstoppable.
She continued to choke and walk backwards as he held her. She saw the blackness come again, slowly seeping into her eyes as she blinked with lack of air. In a last ditch effort she grabbed a picture from a wall they bumped into. She pulled it off the wall and placed it in front of Viktor so he could see his reflection. Caspian's face.
Caspian in the glass of the picture lunged forward which made Viktor's head lunge forward into the glass, the reflection and body being as one. The glass shattered all over Viktor's face cutting, slashing him. He screamed and fell to the floor letting go of Aurora who fell to the floor as well. She was unconscious but alive.
Caspian finally came about, shocked, horrified of what his alter ego Viktor had done to Aurora; what he did to Aurora. It was his hands, even if his mind was doing the devil's work. He crawled over to her, his face bloody slashed. Then Viktor took over again.
The man's body jumped up, almost as if he had not felt a thing. He took the fire poker that he found on the floor and made his way to Aurora. His homicidal instincts now in overdrive and just before he drove it down over the unconscious woman's head, Caspian yanked back control over the body they shared and threw the poker across the room, then pulled his body forward so far so that he fell over the sofa and crashed into the glass top of the coffee table slashing his body even more and knocking him out cold.
Both minds now unconscious in a heap of broken glass and blood.
Aurora in the corner slowly seeping into the blackness of death as her breathing slowed. She, along with the twisted double mind of Viktor and Caspian.
