Subj: Grammar Story -- 5
Date: 6/18/00 4:59:23 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Beverly LaCroix

Rain splattered the ground, and the wind was stiriing up, but Jeremiah paid no attention to the elements surrounding him as he walked to the Old House. By the time he arrived he was soaking wet, but he didn't seem to notice as he kicked the front doors open, and yelled for Barnabas. He had made his decision concerning Angelique, and he was not going to talk to Barnabas about what he had found out. In the first place, he doubted Barnabas would believe him, and in the second place he felt he couldn't trust him. No, he needed help from another source in his pursuit of Angelique's final destruction.

"Jeremiah, what are you doing here?" Barnabas said in an ugly voice, shaking Jeremiah out of his thoughts.

Barnabas fell against the fireplace from the force of the blow that Jeremiah had struck him.

Jeremiah strode quickly to Barnabas not giving him a chance to get up and counterattack, he pulled him up by the lapels of his coat, and in a low angry voice said, "Nephew, you'll know your place with me. And you will never speak to me in that manner again. Is that understood?" Jeremiah finished, by slapping Barnabas hard across the face, dropping him, and then kicking him hard in the side. Bending down, grabbing his hair, he pulled him up, and said, " I did not hear an answer, Nephew."

The look on Jeremiah's face was frightening, and Barnabas winced at the murderous anger in his voice, and the look in his eyes was one of a stranger, and Barnabas was ready to answer him, when he felt another blow to his head followed by several more injurious blows to the face, midsection, and head.

Jeremiah looked at Barnabas, picking him up off the floor, and threw him down hard on the sofa, bent down taking his face in his hands, ignoring the blood pouring from his nephew's nose, face, and a cut at the corner of his left eye. "We are not going to duel, is that understood, Nephew!' Jeremiah didn't bother waiting for an answer, he let go of Barnabas abruptly, noting the bruising from his hands, he turned and walked out of the Old House.