Subj: Grammar Story -- 43
Date: 4/30/01 10:49:07 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Beverly LaCroix

"Vampire, you should learn how to talk to ladies," Quentin said, holding Barnabas in a vice grip. Barnabas felt the crushing strength of Burke Devlin's arms around his chest, he couldn't move, yet he struggled, but it was futile.

"Go ahead, struggle, I like it. I've watched you, you know." Quentin continued in his quiet voice.

Barnabas stopped his struggle, knowing it was futile for the moment. He could hear the racing of the mortal heartbeat that was giving refuge to the supernatural. The mortal body wouldn't be able to sustain the energy level it was now exuding for much longer.

"Do you realize the body you have stolen does not belong in this time?" Barnabas said, noting he had his captor's attention, and the bands of steel relaxed. Barnabas made his move, but he was not fast enough.

"Sunrise will come before this body tires of me, Vampire. And that, dear Cousin, will be my revenge. In the meantime, you will give me pleasure. How should I begin? You will suck my cock, you son of a bitch. And you will not stop until I say so. And don't even think of biting me, or I'll put a wooden stake through your black heart. You cruel bastard."

Rage was covering Barnabas in heat waves, he was beginning to burn with anger so hot, he was afraid he would explode. This crude impertinent being was going to learn how to address his betters. He felt his fangs descend, his vision blurred red, he could smell the man holding him, his smell was like that of an animal, with no soul. He felt himself change, saw the fur appear on his hands. He was slipping out of the grasp of his captor.

Quentin jumped as he faced the snarling fangs of a wolf, a huge wolf, he knew it was Barnabas. Quentin felt uncomfortable all of a sudden at the sight of the huge wolf, and the second's hesitation was all it took for the wolf to be at his throat. Fangs sunk deep, and he felt himself floating, away from the body. He was frightened. But how could that be?

1897 Old House

"Quentin, what's wrong?" a disturbed Barnabas looked at the pale figure on the bed. His eyes were closed, and he didn't appear to be breathing.

Jeremiah heard Barnabas' voice, but he couldn't get this body to work. He heard Barnabas call for Magda, and in a distance he heard the strange voice say Quentin was dead. He was afraid. He felt so lonely, tears tried to make their way down his cheek, but it was useless.

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