Cruel Beauty

Memories

Victoria insists on going it alone to deal with the problem. This does not fill you with confidence but she does not want to appear weak. So, you being you ignore her wishes and follow her car with her guards your lights dimmed so as not to attract attention. When her car pulls up at some dilapidated building you drive on and double back on foot, you don't intend to steal her thunder but you want to be around just on the safe side. Her car hides in the cover of darkness. Your eyes narrow when you see the cloaked figure walking down the street carrying a bag of takeaway food, she heads upstairs. You almost pity her. Almost. You feel a little more confident when you spy a second car parking in the street, John has had the same idea he has followed to keep his mistress safe. Now all that is left for you to do is lie in wait for her to leave safely.

Cruella takes the lift up to their loft singing away merrily as she does so, she doesn't feel the change in atmosphere right away, the lift stops and she throws the gate open stepping out. 'The queen is dead!' she laughs. 'Long live the queen.' she steps out and immediately senses something is wrong. She spots Horace and Jasper tied up back to back and gagged. 'Cruella.' Victoria simpers. 'Wow.' Cruella drops the containers of food. 'You really are a psycho.' Victoria smirks and walks around examining Estella or Cruella's projects. 'Why, how nice of you to say. You showed promise, as did Estella.' Victoria isn't above complimenting what her protegee could have been. 'Oh, am I late for work? Gee whiz, boss, how was the show?' Cruella mocks her. 'This is between us. Let Jasper and Horace, imbeciles that they are for letting you follow them, let them go.' Victoria is amused. 'Oh, I shall. They're going to jail.' Cruella smirks. 'For what? Dognapping?' Victoria blinks and replies as casually as possible. 'Your murder.' Cruella's eyes dart around. 'No one will believe that.' Victoria nods reasonably. 'Well, I'll have to add your charred body to the mix to help the believability factor.' The guards grab Cruella tying her up whilst Horace and Jasper try to escape their binds.

'Come on, you. Come on.' The guard grunts as Cruella and her minions are moved around to the Baroness's liking. 'Oh, that's nice.' Victoria sparks her lighter as she admires one of her former protegee's designs. 'You're going to kill me because I upstaged you?' Cruella grunts as she tries to free herself. 'Uh-huh.' Victoria again replies casually. 'I know you killed my mother.' At Cruella's words, the Baroness freezes.

She remembers finding Estella's prewritten birth certificate as well as her death certificate her husband was plotting her death. Just as she reached the door to the Baron's study her water broke causing her to double over in agony clutching her swollen stomach and releasing a cry of agony. 'Not now, not now, please not now.' She had begged her unborn child. 'Ahhhh!' John was the first to arrive by her side. 'John, it's coming.' she grabbed his arm. Seeing you are not there he takes his chance. 'Victoria, I beg you please reconsider letting the child live, I know yn has her own plans but this baby it's still your daughter.' He urged and she had looked at him in a moment of indecision before crying out in pain again. You appeared just after this. 'You don't understand, John, I need to get out of here, I need to get out of here now.' Victoria cried. 

'Victoria.' you were at her other side supportively wrapping an arm around her. 'Yn. Yn. Help me please.' she was in tears. 'We need to get her to the bed, I will call for the doctor.' with perseverance, you had managed to get her down the hall and onto her bed her cries of pain echoed all the way. John left to call the doctor and you stayed with her it felt like he had been gone a lifetime. 'He's going to kill me.' she whimpered. 'He's planning it after he gets his heir.' You leaned over her, gripping her hand supportively. 'I won't let him.' you vowed. 'Trust me.'

The labour had been gruelling even with you by her side helping her sip water and mopping the sweat from her brow. The maids brought towels and hot water. She writhed in agony holding your hand as the pain intensified. When the doctor arrived he inspected her. 'Hm, it looks like you're ready to deliver Baroness.' You and the Baroness shot him a look. 'Oh really I had absolutely no idea.' she snapped at his stupidity. 'Well, what are you waiting for, get it out of me!' she roars. The doctor lit his pipe. 'Nothing to be done I am afraid we simply have to wait. When baby is ready she will make an appearance.' The Baroness looked murderous and let out another pained cry, her other hand gripping onto the bedsheet. She remembers you spitting profanities because he offered her no help. She arched her back letting out another pained roar. 'Get it out of me, please get it out.' she begged him. He does nothing. 'Oh enough of this!' you let go of her hand. 'Yn! Don't leave me, please!' she had been terrified you would leave her, but you shifted behind her spreading your legs so she could relax against you. 'Wouldn't dream of it, your ladyship.' Your right hand gripped hers, she crushed your fingers, and leg so hard she felt she might pull them off. You nuzzle her neck. 'You are Victoria Von Hellman, you can do this.' you had whispered against her ear. Your free hand pressed on her lower back and she gasped feeling the sense of relief. 'H-How are you doing that?' she looked over her shoulder at you. 'Acupressure.' you clarified. 'Now on three, I want you to push okay?' The Baroness nodded and on three she pushed.