The Obsession of Maggie Evans -- 4 (Adult)
Date: 6/26/98
From: Beverly LaCroix
Maggie's Secret
Dr. Julia Hoffman was driving at a dangerously high rate of speed along the
darkened road that led from Collinwood to Collinsport. Noticing very little
of her surroundings, other than the road in front of her, she was still uncertain
as to how Maggie Evans had escaped from Wyndcliff. The story that Barnabas had
told her, as far as she was concerned was the product of an active imagination.
A little girl that no one had seen but Maggie. She would call Wyndcliff later
on, and have them check all of the security to make sure this didn't happen
again. The problem now was to make sure that Maggie didn't talk and expose Barnabas
Collins' secret. That would be disastrous, not only to Barnabas, but it would
ruin her as well. That could not happen, she had come too far. Assuring Barnabas
she could handle Maggie she had left Collinwood.
Julia finally noticed that the rain had completely stopped, and was grateful
for that, because she was having a hard time concentrating on her driving.
Recalling the telephone conversation with Dave Woodard earlier had not surprised
her, however what had thrown her for a complete tailspin was while on the phone,
Barnabas Collins had totally acted out of character with his erotic caresses,
and teasing her breasts, then shockingly ripping off her blouse and undergarments
with one movement. She had been in such a state of arousal she couldn't thin
clearly. She remembered begging him not stop, as she was at the brink of orgasmic
release. She heard a low laugh, and then he was gone. The humiliation of that
was unbearable. Julia made up her mind to never think of it again. This sort
of behavior could not be tolerated, she knew that now. It would ruin everything
she had worked for, strived for. To Barnabas Collins such behavior meant nothing.
thought Julia bitterly. Her experiment and cure of Barnabas Collins was going
to put her at the pinnacle of the world of medicine,. The recognition which
she had struggled, and sought so long would be hers, and any romantic involvement
with Barnabas Collins would bring nothing but heartache and tragedy. Realistically
Julia knew this, and for now she believed it. Julia Hoffman was in control again.
Julia noticed she had arrived at Dave Woodard's office.
Inside, Dr. Dave Woodard, Sam Evans, and Joe Haskell were talking quietly waiting
for Dr. Julia Hoffman to arrive. Maggie was waiting quietly in a patient's room,
the door opened where she could see her father, and friends.
Dave had been excited, when he had placed the call to Dr. Hoffman, thinking
she should be here as Maggie's treating psychologist. Before he had placed the
call to her, his questioning of Maggie was to the point she was remembering,
and was going to name her kidnapper. Dr. Hoffman had instructed him to keep
Maggie completely quiet until her arrival. It made sense, because they weren't
sure what Maggie's reaction would be to the mention of certain people, places
events, things of that nature. Julia Hoffman arrived and went in to talk to
her patient alone.
Entering the patient's room, Dr. Hoffman put Maggie through a very short memory
drill establishing that Maggie knew her name, where she was, where she had been
-- then Maggie startled her by telling her in a quiet, calm voice "I know who
my kidnapper was. I know what he is." Julia listened to her inwardly panicking.
Dr. Hoffman's calm exterior denied the fact of the rising panic that was threatening
to grow out of control, as she heard Maggie say "we've got to all the police
and destroy that monster. He's not human. He's dead.." Julia pulled the small
green medallion out of her purse, and had Maggie look at it, to calm her down.
She had her look at the center, the light.. "You will remember nothing..."
The three men stood to their feet when the two ladies entered the waiting room.
"Dave, I need to talk to you and Mr. Evans alone.
Maybe Mr. Haskell could wait here with Maggie for a moment." I can't think of
anything better I would like to do," said Joe Haskell with an impish grin on
his face."
"I don't believe you are serious about this, Julia, Dave Woodard replied incredulously
at what Dr. Hoffman had just relayed to him and Sam. He was astounded at Maggie's
request, and according to Julia Maggie had gotten almost hysterical at the idea
of refusal of her request. It wasn't that the request couldn't be fulfilled,
it could and probably would, it was just so unusual.
"I know it sounds a little odd" -- Julia's tone had taken on a cajoling tone
by this time when Sam Evans interrupted her in a loud tone of voice. "A LITTLE
odd! Doctor, I call it insane, my daughter requesting to have her therapy sessions
at the Old House every evening. Number one, if I can get past the very idea
of it, Maggie only has a passing acquaintance with Mr. Barnabas Collins, now,
you're telling me she wants to spend every evening at his house. "Mr. Evans,
I believe Maggie recalls good things about the house, concerning you and the
portrait that you painted of Mr. Collins. It's a lovely house, very peaceful.
Actually she could be my assistant for my work as a historian. I use the library
there, and am there almost every evening anyway, it wouldn't seem unusual, Mr.
Evans."
"Julia, what about Barnabas Collins? Doesn't he have any say so in this? After
all, it is his house, asked Dave."
"Yes, I know, and I explained that to Maggie. She said she understood that Mr.
Collins would have to okay it, and she started to get a little upset. So I told
her it would be perfectly okay I was sure Mr. Collins wouldn't mind for a little
while," said Julia.
"Julia, I need a minute alone, said Dave." "Yes, Dave, what is it?" asked Julia.
"I was noticing you keep grabbing at your abdominal area and wincing as if in
pain. Are you all right?" asked Dr. Woodard with a concerned look on his face.
"Oh, that. I'd almost forgotten about it. When the storm was at its peak this
evening, and the lights went out at Collinwood, I was all alone, and was getting
some candles, and walked right into the sharp edge of the sideboard in the drawing
room. It got me right here. (indicating abdomen.) "Well, I hope you're okay,"
said Dave. "Of course, I am," replied Julia. "It will be gone in a couple of
days."
Having said good night, reassuring Maggie that she would tell Barnabas that
she was going to be using her as an assistant at the Old House, Julia left to
go back to Collinwood.
Subconsciously, Julia would remember certain events in the ordinary course of
living. Her recall or actions wouldn't be of the nature that anyone would question
or even notice. Dr. Julia Hoffman had blocked out the terrors of her evening
at Collinwood. The display of the awesome and terrible powers of the Vampire,
Barnabas Collins, literally all at once, with the face of his anger felt at
each and every level of his powers. Anger, unrestrained, and unleashed, looking
for its victim, and finding its victim, acting out its rage, a victim surviving
such an assault, cannot face the horror, and not go mad, or suffer a total or
partial state of amnesia, such was the case of Dr. Julia Hoffman. the human,
while being able to comprehend all sorts of complexities throughout a day, is
not equipped to handle and deal with the horrors that the creatures of the night
unleash with all their madness for the terrified souls. The victim's mind will
shut out the horrors, and remember only selective moments of the events, or
it will let the soul retreat, and hide in a world of fairy princesses, beautiful
castles, handsome princes, and make believe. Maggie Evans, however, suffered
none of the madness that a victim of horror experiences.
Maggie Evans, followed by her father, walked inside the cottage, seemingly happy
to be home. Maggie told her father she was tired and wanted to go to bed.
Maggie could still feel his arms around her. She knew he wanted her. He could
feel her desire. Her joy had been delirious when she had saw him at the Blue
Whale earlier that evening. Maggie had learned one important truth this evening,
and that was Dr. Julia Hoffman was her enemy. The fact that Julia knew about
Barnabas did not surprise her, it was her part in the whole affair, her covering
up for Barnabas. "I wonder why. Maybe he's doing to her what he did to me --
No, thought Maggie sharply. She felt anger and hatred for the doctor. Revenge
for Dr. Julia Hoffman was forming in Maggie's mind, but not solidified, it was
replace with the thought of seeing Barnabas Collins the following night. Softly
Maggie said, "Maybe if I leave my window open..."
The lone figure of a woman with auburn-colored Grecian curls, could be seen
on the docks, as if waiting for someone. The figure of a tall man with a cape
emerged from the shadows, and the woman inclined her head towards him, when
he uttered one word, "Josette."
Inside the sparsely furnished room a man and a
woman were locked in a lover's embrace. They were not lovers, the woman was
for hire to fulfill the fantasies of the lonely and forlorn. The man was very
lonely trying to find some way to appease the loneliness, night after night
he would hire these women and bring them to rooms not unlike this one, and they
would play out the macabre scene that would appease the hunger and loneliness
for a little while.
Upon entering the room, he had instructed her she was not to speak unless directed.
She had had stranger requests than this one, and considered this par for the
course. She watched him as he stood by the door removing his cape, jacket, vest
and loosening his tie, then told her to remove her clothing. While doing this,
he just stood watching her, his eyes burning into her. If she had looked carefully
she would have noticed they were changing to a gold-ish tinge. She heard him
speak in his deep cultured voice, "pleasure me." She knew what he wanted. Walking
over to him, she released his member, taking it into her mouth and began.
Barnabas held the nude form in his arms, disentangling himself from her lifeless
body got ready to hide the body, and any evidence of his presence. He looked
at her, wiping the blood off his lips thinking of the pleasure she had received
from his, he had felt it in her blood as he had drained her life and then broken
her neck. She had been Josette for a short time. If she had not spoken and broken
the spell, he probably would have let her live. She would have remembered nothing
of their interlude the next morning.
Maggie Evans sat on her bed in tears. Holding her knees, rocking back and forth,
trying to believe that he would be there tonight. She would see him then! Hope
sprang up in her -- only to be quashed with the knowledge that he wouldn't.
It had been two weeks since her therapy sessions with Dr. Hoffman had begun.
Barnabas Collins had shown no resistance at her being Ms. Hoffman, the historians'
assistant, for an hour or two each night. He and Julia had reasoned it was a
sure sign that she remembered nothing of her time here at the Old House.
Maggie never mentioned Barnabas to Julia, she would let her think that she was
successfully hypnotized. She wanted no interference Julia Hoffman. Dr. Hoffman
had not fooled Maggie Evans, she knew that the doctor was in love with Barnabas.
Joe Haskell, also, had to be made to believe that everything was okay with them.
Maggie couldn't be pushed into the relationship as it had been before with him,
Dr. Hoffman explained that to Joe. It could cause a severe setback. Joe understood,
and had been very patient and kind to Maggie. Maggie did nothing to bring attention
to what was always on her mind. It was hard for her to pretend to be normal.
Hard to pretend that she did not remember anything from the night of the kidnapping
until now, but she had to. She would never betray Barnabas to anyone. Never!
Nevertheless, Maggie's frustration was growing. She would sit in her room alone,
and sketch pictures of Barnabas with her walking on the beach holding hands
with the appearance of two people in love. More sketches of the pair could be
found of the two in a lover's embrace. Maggie would write his name over and
over, and then throw the pen down, and continue to sob, but quietly, she didn't
want her father coming in to see if something was wrong.
"I will see him today! I know where he is, and I will go to him," said Maggie
talking to herself as her plan begin to form. Outside the sun was shining, the
ocean calm, it seemed to be a perfect day for a drive. Maggie inquiring of her
father if she could use the car for the day, because she wanted to go to Collinwood
and visit with Victoria Winters, after hemhawing for a bit, Maggie convinced
him it would be okay. Mid-afternoon, Maggie set out for Collinwood.
The closer she got to her destination, the more excited she became. Knowing
that Julia Hoffman was in Boston for the day, and that Willie Loomis was probably
goofing off for an hour or so, Maggie had the time perfect.
Parking the car along the cliffs close to Widow's Hill, Maggie got out and began
her descent to the beach, and the entrance of the cave that lead to the catacombs
to the Old House where Barnabas lay sleeping. The thought of being so close
to him made her dizzy with anticipation. "Calm yourself, Maggie, or you'll mess
everything up," she admonished herself. Calming down, noticing that the cave
was still open she began to make her way to where Barnabas was. Getting closer,
she began to hear the sound of a heartbeat echoing in the tunnel, but it didn't
scare her. She was almost there. Finally getting the door open, and entering
the small dark room with a candelabra unlit on the coffin. The room was fully
dark.
Maggie made her way to the coffin, removed the candelabra, the heartbeat was
almost deafening, but it did not prevent her from opening the lid to the coffin.
She saw him laying so peacefully sleeping. Tears of joy fell down her cheeks
onto Barnabas' folded hands. Hesitantly, she stroked his cheek, tracing his
face with her hands, lingering on his lips. Whispering, "I have needed you so
much." Maggie stood looking at him, touching him, whispering to him, all the
while the heartbeat was continuing, but seemed to subside in intensity, after
a few minutes. as if it knew there was no threat here.
Wanting to be closer to her lover Maggie, ridding herself of her shoes, decided
she wanted to lay next to him, if only for a moment. It would be possible she
knew. As she lay next to him holding him, happy at last to be with him, Maggie
found herself to be very relaxed and dropped off to sleep in the lair of the
man that she had thought about for so long!
No one knew that she knew about him. She had fooled Dr. Julia Hoffman, her father,
and the rest. "I will keep my secret forever," Maggie told herself.
To be continued.
Beverly Collins-LaCroix
"CousinGSS/DP
"Death hath no dominion"
