From the Past
Fan fiction and fond (mostly) memories
of soap days gone by
The Price of Love
Julian sat alone in his library sipping brandy out of a tumbler. He’d always liked his brandy, but the last year
he’d become more of a drinker than ever before.
He got to thinking about the last evenings events and smiled to himself. He’d had a good talk with Pilar this
morning. Everything was understood. But she still knew more than she was letting on. ‘Well,’ Julian pondered,
‘I wonder what Pilar knows about my wife’s little secret. She has been known to be Ivy’s confidant.’
"I think it’s time to do a little investigating," Julian said to himself as he left the library and headed
for the stairs.
Julian arrived in front of Ivy’s room and slowly opened the now unlocked door. He was happy to find the room spotless.
"That Pilar is a miracle working when comes to removing bloodstains. I’ll have to commend her on a job well
done. Now, where to start. The desk would be a little too obvious." He began his search, careful not to
make a mess. Julian searched the closet, drawers, shoe racks, jewelry boxes, behind pictures and mirrors, under
the chairs, and even the desk as a last resort. He came up empty handed.
"Well, I guess my wife is more clever than I give her credit for. If it weren’t for all of the suspicious
behavior she and Pilar have been prone to the last few months, I’d be inclined to believe that there was no secret
at all." Then Julian thought of one place he hadn’t checked for the mystic papers. He eyed the large bed,
almost laughing, "Wouldn’t it be a hoot if Ivy’s all important documents were hidden under the mattress of
her oh-so-cold bed? Oh, Julian, get a hold of yourself. That’s impossible. It would be too easy." He stared
at the bed for a couple more minutes. "Oh, what the hell. I’ve checked every other place."
With that he took several strides over to the bed and lifted up the left bottom corner. To Julian’s astonishment,
he found a large manila envelope. "Hello," he cooed to the paper. "What have we here." He
proceeded to tear open the envelope and read every paper he found within it.
Julian felt his blood begin to boil as he finished reading the last document – a letter addressed to Sam Bennet
in Ivy’s penmanship. "Oh, Ivy, you’re going to pay dearly for this. I know just the person to figure out
you’re punishment." Julian tore out of the room, papers in hand. Alistair was certainly going to be surprised….