Jonathan gazed lovingly at Abigail. The candles on the table between them dimly lighted the room and in the dark, she was even more beautiful and white, Abigail was glowing like a diamond in the night. Jonathan continued to gaze at her, consuming her with his eyes. Abigail was frustrated, why won’t the old fool just eat dammit?!

Finally, he began to eat but to Abigail’s further frustration, he only picked at it using his fork to move bits of food around his plate. She gave him a mock little pout and stuck out her lower lip the way she would when Father O'Brian wouldn’t let her have an extra piece of the gooseberry pie after dinner or wouldn’t let her run and play outside because it was to late an hour for a respectable little lady to be running about outside. She would always get her way with this little ploy and she knew now would be no exception.

"Does the food not look appealing to you my dear?" She pouted, "And after I worked all day on it slaving over the hot stove for hours...." She trailed off turning her eyes from him and adding just a touch more anger to her expression.

Jonathan was pleased by her little game and he would play along of course anything for his dearest "I love you Miriam" He softly whispered and began to eat with gusto but after a few bites and a few moments passed the loving smile slide from his face replaced by a mixed look of confusion and pain.

"Oh my God! My stomach" His fork dropped from his hand with a loud clang against the side of his fine china plate. He grasped his stomach with his hands and the pain seemed to easy up. "That hurts! There it is again! Oh what pain!" He exclaimed almost screaming now. "It’s like someone’s cutting me with a knife! This is more than pain!"

"Ah ha ha" Jonathan’s cries were drowned out by the sudden outburst of laughter and Abigail said, "I put broken glass in your dinner dear it’s only getting worse from here!" The evil look that came a crossed her face was chilling. Suddenly she took on a whimsical air about her, she said in a sing-song voice, "Time has come to say hello to fear my dear, No more hiding from the sun, count the minutes as they run," she giggled and said, "Run away with life itself!"

"What’s wrong with you Miriam? I’m hurting, please help me!" he begged her to no avail he just could not put it all together in his mind that it was Abigail that had done this to him.

"Ah ha ha ha" She laughed again, "NO NO, you’re gonna die!"

"This is so much more than pain" His screams fell on deaf ears.

"Feel the Devil’s rain" She continued her evil little poem, "No more hiding from the sun, count the minutes as they run, run away with life itself"

"I can’t believe you’re doing this to me!" It finally got through Jonathan’s pain clouded mind how could his Miriam do this to him? "My God! I’m bleeding through my mouth! What was that? Oh No"

"What you did to my mother, trying to kill me inside of her all those years ago. You old fool!" She looked on him with pure hatred spiting venom with every word. "Yes, Miriam she died alright, but I’m still alive! What you never knew was that I was the sister of your father’s in another life!" Even in all this pain Jonathan looked shocked and confused. "That’s right," Abigail said, "The father you never knew, who saved me years ago. Now I’m looking at his son. A man and his wheelchair, living in the past with no room for life, only the dark." She said with contempt.

"I was so close to the end! I will never forget the coffin and nails..." She trailed off horrified by the sudden vivid memory of that horrible time. "But little Abigail is back again so young and beautiful And all I see when I’m looking at you is an old rotting husk where Evil always lived and ruled! You almost killed me and now you must pay!"

She slowly moved toward him moving around the table running her finger along the top of the table as she did a half-cocked smile on her lips. Abigail was really having fun now. "Do you even know who the Hell it is you are keeping in the crypt?" she asked him coldly as she suddenly reached forward and grabbed the cane from where it rested next to his chair, "Well do you?" She asked again straightening up and holding the cane before her like a sword, waving it back in forth-in front of his face.

Fear and twisted hate, then the feeling of being betrayed overwhelmed him!

"That child is part of ME"

He knew that he had to get up and out of the wheelchair but without his cane, Oh he knew he didn’t stand a chance! Abigail took a quick step forward and gently placed the tip of the cane on his chest then she pushed him hard back into his chair. Oh, she was ready for attack and her face took on an even dark look of hatred. She raised up the cane and made a quick blow to his wrist, then with both hands wrapped tightly around the handle of the cane Abigail quickly stepped around the wheelchair as she brought it down hard four or five across his back with the last one hitting him on the neck with a sickening crack.

Sweet dripping down her face and neck, her breathing labored and quick she now used the cane to support her tired body. She walked around the wheelchair to examine her handy work. Abigail could not believe her eyes..."I can’t believe you’re still alive!" she wiped a shaky hand a crossed her sweet soaked forehead, "My God", she screamed, "I’ll teach you how to die!"

She stormed from the room her hatred had truly driven her to madness. She went to the place she knew Brandon kept the torches in the little room not far from the kitchen pantry. She also knew the old fool kept a bottle of whiskey hidden inside one of the horses feedbags she grabbed both and ran back to the nearly unconscious Jonathan slumped in his wheelchair.

"This should light up your worthless little life," She said as she broke the end of the old whiskey against the edge of the table. "Open up your eyes" She demanded and began pouring the whiskey all over Jonathans head and shoulders then she lit the torch!

His eyes were burning pain from the whiskey running down into his face then she touched the torch to his liquor soaked clothing and he started to burn!

Oh, how she wanted to hear him scream Abigail felt she was in a dream she moved a bit closer. She was completely out of control now laughing at his every scream this was no more the clean revenge it should have been!

Abigail was feeling like the ruler of Hell she raised her arms above her head chanting things that can never be known. The joy of causing pain was like ecstasy. The wheelchair was really on fire and through the flames, Abigail looked like Satan himself. The flames flickering ever closer to the Abigail’s whiskey soaked dress.

In the middle of dying, Jonathan’s charred and blackened body was Falling down...