Bloodline Page #2

Think of that.

You and your bloodline cursed 'til the end

of time because of your little puzzle box.

What are you waiting for? Kill him

and come back where you belong.

Such pliant fingers.

My God!

Please forgive me.

I didn't know

what I was doing.

We've got to

get you out of here.

It's too late.

They're back. Save yourself.

Save the child.

Jacques was right.

Demons did walk the Earth,

the same way they're walking

this station right now.

From a puzzle box?

Angelique had many boxes

made from his design,

but it wasn't enough.

She wanted a box that

would open the gateway forever.

- And your family?

- Was the key.

But they treated it

the same way you treat it.

Like a fairy tale.

But their blood remembered.

And as the generations

passed,

there were Merchants

who dreamed of puzzle boxes...

and doors leading to hell.

And then one of them

met... Angelique...

much, much later.

Even in sleep,

you want me.

Even in dreams,

you watch me.

Yes, I know.

I know what's

in your heart.

John Merchant.

Look at me, look at me, look at me.

Are you okay?

Oh, God, I woke Jack again.

Mommy! Mommy!

You look terrible.

I'm worried, and I really think

you should see someone.

You know I've been

having these dreams all my life.

John, honey,

they're getting worse.

It is your goddamned grandmother.

She was weird, John.

You remember those stories about how, how

important you are and how important the family is?

Honey, she put stuff

in your mind.

Not all of it.

There are other things.

Things that feel

like memories,

impossible memories.

And they just don't haunt my dreams,

they haunt my work.

- Everything that I've done...

- I don't want you haunted, and I don't want you hurt.

It's not that.

It's... It's stress.

It's this this banquet thing.

I hate crap like this!

Oh.

Then you shouldn't be so good.

- But it's not ready. I'm not sure if it will work.

- Right.

So that's why your face

is on this magazine cover.

L'Merchant!

The bloodline continues,

toy maker.

I'm restless,

and you're bored.

I think we should

see America.

Screw America.

Then I would like your permission

to go by myself.

Don't you want to know

why I'd like to go?

Is that your final word?

Angelique,

let's make this clear.

What you want

is irrelevant.

It's about what I want.

After 200 years, you should know

what those things are.

Jacques,

have I ever

disappointed you?

- No.

- Close your eyes.

- Don't move.

- Why?

So you won't bruise.

- Is this a new game?

- Oh, yes.

It might hurt...

Just a little.

Jacques, do you remember

De L 'Isle's lesson?

Perhaps I was a bit hasty.

Enjoy.

I forget.

You like it rough, don't you?

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