Journal 11, Gregory (excerpt)
The meal is almost ready. Just a little while longer till I add the final ingredient. If all goes according to plan Victoria will be dead by midnight, God rest her soul. This task is for the greater good I pray. There is too much time invested to back out now, too much money on the line to give up, too much brilliant strategy on my part. For the good of my church she’ll die tonight.
Now I’ll write out the events of tonight before I rant too long. This entry will only cover the key points. So there I was three hours ago opening the door for the lovely Victoria. I motioned her in wordlessly. She seemingly glided into the room, with an air of grace that could rival even the angels above. Everything about her seemed divine, except for her eyes. Her eyes were that of a devil, constantly staring into my very soul. Maybe I was imagining this, or maybe I was seeing her for what she really is. She sat on the sofa, and of all places my usual seat.
“Water dear, I need water” her voice was filled with condescension.
I took a moment, I was still in shock from her refusal to formally greet her host. I can see why the benefactor wants her dead.
“Oh yes, how rude of me to not greet my guests with refreshments”
She looked at me with amusement” I’ll forgive you just this once, but hurry... I’m so unbelievably parched from the drive.”
I replied keeping my cool “It’ll only be a moment.”
She was testing how far she could push me. A man of the Lord has endless patience. As she would soon find out.
I handed her the glass, and she took a single sip before leaving it to shatter on the floor.
She eyed me before speaking, looking for any sense of a reaction
“I would hope a man of your wealth could afford a few new cups, especially after all your charities. Funny how the money drains to you.”
I’ll admit her words cut me deep. The lovely Victoria was always known far and wide for her “playful jabs”.
“Now, now Victoria let’s not say something we could regret. The lord could take us at any moment” I hoped she hadn’t noticed the slight tremor in my voice. Her ambiance was slowly eating at my nerves.
“Dear, that goes for you, especially in your old age” She laughed a little too enthusiastically. Soon I’ll have the last laugh though. I might be doing God’s work after all.
She looked at me again, and spoke” You look tired, maybe have a rest and get your servants to cook for you. Can you afford servants?”
I shook my head trying to look resolute, I asked changing the subject “Tell me about yourself? I’ve been dying to know the true Victoria.”
She laughed, and kept laughing. “What’s the matter dear” I asked genuinely curious.
“I’ve had a funny thought, something that’s not to be said aloud.” Her face was still alight with laughter.
She suddenly looked at me with an air of utter seriousness “You’ll find out soon enough, what I find funny is very peculiar” She resumed laughing. I wonder if she’s truly insane.
The night progressed with little chat after that, and now we're at the present. I’ve just finished adding in the poison. Time to serve.
Final Journal entry: Gregory
Date of Death: December 30th 1956, 11:43 PM
Journal 7, Victoria (excerpt)
He tried his best.
