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Will the ‘real’ Victoria Winters please stand-up!


Will the ‘real’ Victoria Winters please stand-up!

the-demon-of-light sent: ✖✖✖

((Thank you so much! That really means a lot!)) 

Angelique & Victoria - No Introductions Necessary.-


Angelique fought not to burst out laughing as the innocent little Victoria accepted her help. God she’s more desperate than I thought, Angelique thought to herself, and she fought the continuing bile that was rising in her throat. She wanted to be nowhere near the sap. But unfortunately if she was going to get Barnabas she was going to have to take it. A fake smile curved on her lips as she interlinked her arm with Victoria’s.

“We can go to my office, I can cancel my prior engagements when this is clearly important.” She said softly. Seeing Victoria was going to begin to protest Angelique quickly stopped her. “I take the residents’ of Collinsport’s happiness very seriously, and as head of the town council I feel a responsibility and duty as both an upstanding member and friend to help.” She told her softly, fighting the urge to roll her eyes as they began to walk up to Angel Bay. Angelique remained silent, she had to be very careful in what she had to say or else she could blow everything she was trying to do.

When they finally got to the confinements of her office she shut the door and locked it, calling her assistant and ordering her to cancel everything for the day before placing her focus back on Victoria. She glanced at her and sized her up within seconds. She was pretty she supposed in a conventional sort of way. She had the hair that flicked, and those big brown eyes that resembled an innocent deer. In fact, that was the word she would use to describe her. Innocent.

“Please…sit down.” She offered to the couch, and poured her a glass of water and picked up the tissues from her desk before coming to sit beside her. “Now, you’ve only just arrived at Collinsport, and have not even been here a week and you are already upset, surely there must be some explanation for this…homesick perhaps?” she asked, though she already knew exactly what had happened. She had read Victoria’s memories in seconds and had seen what had happened and how Barnabas had truly revealed herself.

“Maybe not… New York is an awfully big place… I understand you are living with the Collins family? Well…they are wonderful people, I admire them so much,” she lied through her teeth but if she could make Victoria believe that the Collins were speaking awful lies about her, and that she was actually a wonderful person she could take them down once and for all. “I stopped by to greet the newest arrival…Barny? Brandon…No no…Barnabas I believe?” she asked, feigning innocence. “It must be wonderful to have distant family arriving…” she trailed off, and at the mention of Barnabas Victoria had burst into tears once again. Angelique hurriedly passed her a tissue, dabbing her eyes would possibly be a step too far.

“Oh I’m so sorry…” she said, pretending to be truly angry at herself. “Is he the one who has upset you?” she asked in a nervous stammer, though she was thoroughly enjoying upsetting the woman.  “I did not know…” she added wringing her hands, she could be just as innocent as Victoria, an act of course, but she could most definitely do it.

How kind Angelique was to cancel her current plans to just help a depressed, lonely and now confused governess. No wonder the town adored her. Was the Collins family wrong? That wouldn’t seem to be a first, but she did not entirely want to betray them. Trying to seem strong was obviously not going well, but she still kept her guard up.

Barnabas. Why did Angie have to say that name? The tears that Victoria believed had stopped began to fall again, crying hysterically as all of the terrible memories occurred. At least back in the asylum, back when she was just Maggie Evans, she had nothing to look forward to except an escape route. 

Barnabas had been so kind and understanding to her, now would her secret get released to the family after she had revealed it to him? There were just too many questions that needed answers. Angelique was still a stranger, but a bit of the truth had to come out. After all, here was a kind woman willing enough to do whatever it took to help Victoria out. 

"Would you believe me if I said that I’m not Victoria Winters?" She managed to choke out, weeping quietly now to herself. "My parents left me somewhere when I was younger. My past was terrible, and I changed my identity to move here in search for a happier life. Barnabas was keeping secrets from me and ruined it." 

➋ a happy birthday card

Dear Jack,

I hope you have a wonderful birthday! Barnabas informed me that you two know each other, and any friend of Mr.Collins is a friend of mine. I have yet to meet you, but I do hope that you visit Collinwood soon. I’ve heard some surreal stories and are eager to find out if they are true.

Love, Miss Victoria Winters. 

whatanagethisis sent: ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

((Thank you!! You know how much I love your Barnabas.))



"Are you lost, miss?" The child asked, smiling up at the woman.

It always amazed Victoria how terrible her sense of direction was, and the governess found herself lost in the middle of the large forest just outside the Collinwood gates. The sound of another’s voice had made her jump, but she was relieved to see that it was only a child.

"I suppose I am, do you know the way back to Collinwood?" 

mynameisvictoriawinters stumbled into the castle





Victoria listened to the two bicker in amusement and bewilderment. She still could not believe that they were speaking and found it to be rather funny. She was also curious about who this “he” they were referring to was, but Vicky certainly didn’t want to be nosy. It was already kind enough that they were giving her hospitality.

“Well thank you, both of you. Most haven’t been the kindest to me growing up and it’s refreshing to have some positivity around. Do you have names?” She asked, placing her suitcase gently on the ground. The castle was spooky enough, but the light of the candle made it brighter.

"My name is Lumiere," Lumiere said with a bow. "And this oh so charming clock is Cogsworth." 

"Pleasure," Cogsworth said bitterly. 

"I am sure you would like some tea. It is rather cold out there. If you would follow me to the kitchen, Mademoiselle." 

Doing as requested, Vicky followed Lumiere and Cogsworth into the kitchen while peering around at the scenery. Whoever owned the castle was rich, incredibly rich and it was a shame they kept such a beautiful place so private. What was on her mind the most though was why these objects had the ability to speak and feel.

Having a feeling that Cogsworth would not be too thrilled with another conversation, she decided to ask Lumiere instead. “Lumiere, how come you can talk? It feels slightly like I’m imagining things. I’m no stranger when it comes to the unusual, but this is much more worrying. Were you always a candle?”

"He wouldn’t like me talking about that," Lumiere admitted. Truth be told, it was a touchy subject, but he hated keeping it secret. "Our master… when he was younger, an old woman came to his doorstep. She offered him a single rose for a night in the castle, but he refused her. She turned into a beautiful enchantress, and though he tried to make amends, she transformed into a Beast for his selfishness. Everyone in the castle is cursed, Vicky. All of us turned into objects." He sighed. "Our curse can be broken when our master finds love. It’s been years, and I’m afraid our hope is dwindling." 

"Lumiere, why are you telling her this?" Cogsworth groaned. "It’s supposed to be a secret for a reason. You know what? Do what you want. I’m… I need to get some sleep." He hobbled off out of the kitchen, muttering to himself. 

An enchanted curse in a castle? It sounded like something strait from a fairy tale that Victoria would have read as a child. Although turning the servants into objects was rather peculiar, whoever this woman was had some crazy ideas.

"That’s terrible, I’m sorry." She didn’t know how to properly respond, and hoped that no one would get their hopes up that she would be the true love. 

"It was nice to meet you, Cogsworth. I promise I won’t tell anyone about the secret!" She called, watching the small clock hobble away. Now she understood why he was so moody, Vicky would be too if she were in his position. 

"What’s it like being a candle?" She knew that it was a foolish question, but was curious. "Everything outside of those doors is so ordinary, it’s interesting how inside here is so magical." 

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