13 Chapter 13

Victoria released the last of the beam and the dark rip in the air closed up.

She felt her whole body go limp. Her eyes closed and the last thing she felt was her body falling toward the ground.

She woke up to voices, a girl and boy bickering. Oh for the devil's sake, she thought as she pushed herself up. Just as she suspected Margaret and Edward were there, arguing, again.

They stopped their bickering and turned to her as she stared at them. "Vincent!" they exclaimed in unison. Ah, I'm still Vincent to them, Victoria remembered. She tried to push herself out of bed, when the memories of Abaddon came flowing back. In a panic, she grabbed the knife on the table beside her bed and brandished it forward.

"Get behind me! She's coming", Victoria yelped, pushing Meg and Ed behind her.

"Vincent, what's coming? Whose 'she'?" Margaret asked.

"You should be resting. Your legs are shaking, Vin!" Edward protested.

Victoria ignored them. "Come out Abaddon!"

"Who's Abaddon?!" Meg cried. "You're hallucinating!"

"Let's get this over with, you filthy fiend," Victoria continued talking to the non-existent angel.

"Vincent!"

Before she knew it, she collapsed on the ground. Just then, Camille burst into the room.

"Young master!" She lifted the girl's unconscious body and gently placed her on the bed. She then turned to Meg and Ed. "I'm afraid that the master needs his rest. I would request you to leave the room. Company might have caused him to act like this."

Meg and Ed nodded apprehensively and left.

As Camille was left alone in the room with Victoria, she walked to the bed and placed a hand on Victoria's forehead. "Don't leave my sight again, my precious Vicky."

She proceeded to walk over to the balcony, whose doors stood open. In a white flash, her maid uniform transformed into a simple white dress and beautiful white wings sprouted from her back.

She gave a tender smile in Victoria's direction. "Rest well, my little demon."

The last seen of her were the edges of her feathered wings as she flew skyward.

There, on the earl's desk lay the drawing of the burning carriage, now complete.