Subj: Grammar Story -- 30
Date: 8/6/00 9:53:20 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Beverly LaCroix

My god, what was Barnabas doing to his body, Jeremiah thought, as he gasped with the sudden pleasure that ripped through his disembodied being. He begin to rock back and forth as he watched Barnabas push Maggie on her knees, and then he heard him command her to take his flacid penis in her mouth. He couldn't take it any longer, why couldn't he find relief?

Finally, he thought, as he watched Barnabas jerk Maggie from him, because he wasn't responding. He needed to hear, as he watched Barnabas glide, yes, it looked as if he were gliding, not walking to his physical body, and pulled his hair forcing his head down, where he watched Barnabas begin to whisper in his ear.

He watched in amazement as his physical body pushed Barnabas from him with such force the vampire's body struck the iron door.

Watching, unable to move, Barnabas disappeared, and then quicker than the eye his physical body located him, and grabbed hold of him, or what he thought was Barnabas. Not moving, he watched as Barnabas materialized, held steadfast by his physical body. Whatever was animating his body had to be superhuman, because he wouldn't have been able to shove Barnabas, even if he had been able to withstand his hypnotic control he had over him.

"Let him go, Barnabas." the ghost said in Jeremiah's voice.

"Who are you? And what have you done with Jeremiah?" Barnabas stated.

"That is not your concern at this time. He does not belong here, and I am taking him back. Now, I warn you, stay out of my way." The Ghost said.

"You have no power over me," Barnabas ground out angrily.

"Shall we find out?" the ghost said.

"If you wish," Barnabas retorted.

"Maggie, get up, and come to me," the ghost said.

Maggie did not move.