Subj: Grammar Story -- 40
Date: 1/3/01 2:09:35 PM Central Standard Time
From: Beverly LaCroix
1968 The Old House
Barnabas cradled Burke in his arms, withdrawing his fangs, he whispered, "do you want more?"
Quentin wanted to answer him, the vampire's seductive whisper was so erotic
he felt himself harden, and knew Barnabas felt his erection, and thought he
had him. Quentin felt his human body being flung across the room, and watched
as the deadly vampire approached him. Quentin knew Barnabas could kill the physical
body he was occupying, but not himself, and he also knew that his ghost had
been unleashed from his West Wing prison, and he vowed that he would destroy
Barnabas Collins even if it took him centuries. Barnabas would wish himself
destroyed, but only he would execute it. He had never felt such a black hatred
for any being as he now felt for Barnabas, and it would be that hatred that
would keep him from destroying this host body.
"Who are you?" the vampire demanded.