Secrets Past chp 7
Date: 6/12/98
From: barnster

With a start, the boy awoke. He frowned as he tried vaugely to remember, why the woman in his dream seemed familiar to him. It seemed to him, that he had met this woman himself. But when? And why did he feel afraid of her? What was the connection between her and the first Barnabas, and his earlier dream?

He glanced at the window, and saw the first streaks of the morning sun, colour the sky.

On an impulse, he got dressed, and quietly went downstairs, and headed towards the kitchen.

Sabre, his black Labrador, greeted him gleefully.

"Hi boy!" he greeted the dog, as he petted him. Once thegreeting's were over, he reached for the dog's leash, and hooked it onto the dog's collar. Once accompished, he quietly let himself out the back door..

***

Once on the beach below Widow's Hill, he let the dog off it's leash, and tossed a stick fot it.

For an hour, he was the carefree boy, he had once been.

Finally growing bored of fetching the stick, Sabre decided he wanted to explore the beach himself.

Barnabas sat on a rock, and while he watched the dog, he contemplated his dream.

Despite his father's insistence, that his dreams of the first Barnabas, as impossible, he know knew that it was very possible.

The man in his dream, had looked too much like the portrait, to deny it any longer.

He had already decided not to tell his father. This was something he and Sabre had to figure out by themselves.

He had come to look on Sabre, not only as a faithful friend, but also as a cofindante.

Sabre finally made his way back to his master. He sat before him, patiently, head cocked to one side. Getting no response, he whined softly, and muzzled the boys arm's.

Barnabas smiled, and rubbing the dog's ear's said, "I'm o.k, boy.

Hey! Stop that!" he laughed delightedly, as the dog liked his face. He gently pushed the dog away, and reached into his jacket pocket for the leash. "Com on, there's somewhere else we have to go."

***

At the old house, Barnabas made his way downstairs, and headed towards the kitchen.

He noticed that the dog wasn't in his basket. So, Barnabas must be up, too. He knew that he sometimes woke early, and took Sabre for early exercise.

He thought back, to when the subject of getting a dog had first arose.

He had been against the idea at first. Thinking that perhaps the responsibility of looking after it, would end up with he and Maggie. But Barnabas had surprised both of them. He had saved his allowence for anything the dog may have needed.

Of Course Daniel had wanted apet, too. If Barnabas had a dog, then he wanted a rat.

Both he and Maggie had agreed on a definate no. But with much persuasion, Daniel had gotten his rat. Which he promplty called Mighty Mouse.

Only Sarah hads refused to have a pet. Now, with her and Daniel's birthday only 24 hrs away, he hoped that might change.

He and Julia, were planning to take them on a trip to Bangor, to see a film, and then perhaps onto a McDonald's afterwards.

He was startled from his reverie by a footstepp behind him. Turning, he was surprised to see Sarah standing before him.

"Sarah, what are doing up so early?" he asked gently.

"I feel strange," she replied, with a slight frown on her pale face.

"Strange? How?"

"I don't know. JUst strange. MY head hurts."

He knelt down so that he was his daughter's height. "Perhaps it's because it's your birthday tomorrow?"

Sarah shook her head slightly. I don't think so. I feel dizzy."

As she finished speaking, her face drained of wahtever colour she had, and collasped on the floor.

"*Sarah!*" cried Barnabas, as he bent over his prone daughter. Then with a cry of alarm, he yelled, "*Willie, get Julia! Willie!*"

***

At the cemetery, Barnabas, Jr. stood before the graves of his mother and Lucas.

Reading the familiar inscriptions over and over, he again mentally blamed Julia.

Suddenly Sabre beagn to bark furiously, breaking the silence.

"Sabre, quiet!" hissed his master. But the dog continued to bark, furiously.....

To be continued..


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