Maggie's last thoughts had been ones of secrets, before she had fallen asleep resting her head peacefully against Barnabas' shoulder. The sound of the beating heart had stopped.
With the sun's setting, Willie Loomis began his descent to his waking master. Reaching the darkened lair, Willie hesitated, then his lit candle in his hand, with the other hand opened the small door, gasped and dropped the candle at the scene that greeted him. A semi-nude Maggie Evans standing between his master's legs, who was sitting on the edge of the now closed coffin, his shirt wide-opened, and Maggie Evans appeared to be suckling blood from an opened wound. He heard muffled sounds of passion emitting from the girl, and his master's face wore a look of pure ecstasy. Willie watched in horror as Barnabas seemed to lift Maggie up to him, holding the girl tightly by her waist, and then began to lick the blood away from her face, as her head fell back to look at him with sheer love and joy...
Waking, the Vampire knew he was not alone. With his keen senses he identified Maggie Evans from the scent of her blood.
Screaming, Maggie hit the wall where he had thrown her upon complete wakefulness. She did not scream out of pain, but surprise. This having been the first peaceful and uninterrupted sleep she had had since the night at the Blue Whale, and she had wakened a bit confused as to where she was. Barnabas Collins had kneeled down to look at her where she had fallen to the floor of the now lit room. He had lit the candelabra as soon as he could, he could see, but he knew she couldn't, and he did not want her hysterical. He had to know why she was here asleep with him The idea baffled him. He was stunned.
When Maggie raised her head, she looked straight into the flaming red eyes of Barnabas Collins. She did not flinch nor look away, their eyes locked, and despite the color and the anger, she felt a small thrill like electricity shoot to her loins, as he took her by the arms, and said "what are you doing here?" "I had to see you, Maggie whimpered," looking down at her hands."
Regaining his composure, Barnabas quite frankly, upon waking had been shocked to find Maggie asleep beside him, arm thrown over his chest, clutching his hand. He didn't know what to make of it, and survival being his first instinct, he had thrown her from him, deliberately not hurting her.
Then he had reached out and sensed through their bond, she'd meant him no harm, and he felt the same longing and desire that he had felt from her the night at the Blue Whale, only the feelings now seemed to be intensified to a most dangerous level. It was now obsession, for only obsession would bring a person to do the act of insanity that Maggie had committed this day.
Julia had convinced him that Maggie remembered nothing, had successfully hypnotized her that day in Dr. Woodard's office, but apparently Maggie had deceived Julia and everyone else into believing that she remembered nothing, and had done it quite successfully. Just to be with him without hindrance had led her to that grand deception. He probed deeper, leaning a little more on the bond that connected Maggie to him, he realized she remembered every moment she had spent with him when he had forcefully taken her as prisoner to become his Josette, until the day she escaped. Admiration for her was beginning to take form in the Vampire's being for this young woman, who had no fear of him, none whatsoever. Willie feared him, Julia feared him, and anyone who had known him as the vampire feared him, and it was not without good reason. Most people who knew him, knew that killing another human meant very little to him, it was his way of surviving. This one showed no fear.
Holding onto her arms, he lifted her from the floor and said "You will have to forgive me, but I don't understand what you meant 'you had to see me?'"
"Barnabas," Maggie's tone was soft and pleading, "I need you. I think about you all the time. I see your face when I close my eyes. I wake with your name on my lips. I'll keep your secret, Barnabas. I'll never betray you. Please don't push me away!" By this time Maggie was begging him.
"Maggie, what is it you need from me?" Barnabas asked, his eyes still looking deeply into hers, his voice soft, yet deadly.
Maggie, feeling impending rejection, dropped to her knees, holding onto his legs, began pleading with tears in her voice, pleas of a desperate being, who knows this is their final chance to attain the relief so sorely needed to quench the raging fires of the emotionally ravaged soul and depleted body. "I need you, Barnabas."
Barnabas looked down at Maggie, knowing he shouldn't encourage her, but she was so beautiful, in so much pain, she was a mirror image of Josette, and she would be his Josette for a little while.
He bent down, stroked her hair, and gently lifted her to her feet, took her face between his hands, and lightly kissed her on the lips, looking deeply into her eyes, he could see the desire for him burning. A small sign escaped from her. Pulling her closer to him, she tightened her embrace and leaned into him. He lightly kissed her face, moving down her neck her breathing coming harder as he drew small circles around the vein in her neck. He was stroking her nipples, and felt them harden beneath his fingers, the strokes became harder, and she gasped as he felt the wetness between her legs. Abruptly he stopped, and she whimpered in dismay. Moving her away from him, he told her to remove her clothing, and she did as he had asked. His eyes never left her. Holding his arms out to her, she entered them and he started caressing and touching her body, stopping and lingering at the more intimate and sensitive spots. She wanted to scream in frustration. He felt her frustration, and would bring her to the edge of relief only to pull away. She would arch herself into his hand, an he would stop, and tell her, "no."
Again, he pushed her away, and said to her in a commanding, yet intimate voice, "undress me." Maggie did so without question. Maggie tried to touch him, anything to relieve the torture going on in her body, and he said "don't touch me, unless I tell you," in a harsh tone. He pulled her to him, now his eyes were ogled, his manhood hardened, he picked her up and held her against the wall, and with a powerful thrust, he entered her. Maggie climaxed immediately. Barnabas looked at her in surprise. She was sobbing with the release of the orgasm. He pulled her to him, and kissed her lightly, allowing her to finish before continuing, . Thrusting into her hard once again, he began stroking in and out slowly at first, building in intensity until he could feel her rising climax again, and he stopped. Maggie tried to get him to let her finish.
"Beg me," Barnabas whispered in a lover's voice.
"Please," sobbed Maggie.
"Please what?" Barnabas replied
"Please fuck me." Maggie finally said.
"That's a good girl." Barnabas continued in the soothing tones of an intimate lover. A lover one has known before. He continued talking to her until he felt his own climax begin, and his fangs descending he plunged them into her vein at the neck letting the pleasure overwhelm him. He could feel her sadness and longing for him she had felt for the past several weeks. Maggie had been very lonely, and felt hurt that he hadn't tried to see her. He also was able to tell from her blood that she could be very devious when she wanted something bad enough. Yet every thought, act, deed, every waking moment of Maggie's day was overwhelmingly sad, because he was not in it. She did or said nothing without it being connected to him, even lying to her father. Her dreams were of him, his name was the name on her lips when waking with the dawn. Maggie Evans loved him totally, and unconditionally. There was no shame in her when it came to him. She would have done anything to be with him.
Begging her lover was a small sacrifice for Maggie, she would have crawled on her stomach if that's what it would have taken for him to love her. Reaching climax again, she felt the pinpricks of the fangs enter her, and the pleasure descending on her came in waves threatening to overwhelm her. Her breath caught as the vampire continued his assault on her, pulling her closer into him, holding her and drinking her life's blood.
All of a sudden she felt his fangs being abruptly pulled from her. She tried to make him continue, by pulling him to her, making sounds of displeasure. It was not use, he would not continue.
He lifter her up, and pulling from her ordered her to dress, as he began to. With her back to him, she heard him say "come to me." Turning around, she saw that he was sitting on the edge of the coffin, his shirt was opened, and there was what appeared to be about a six-inch opened wound in the middle of his chest, and blood was seeping slowly from it. Walking over to him, he pulled her between his legs, and pushed her face into his chest, and she began to drink. The ecstasy threatened to overpower him. He had only allowed this act of intimacy once before and that was with his beautiful Josette. Then he had only allowed her to see the pleasures, and not the horrors of his being, but he would allow this one to see a glimpse.
Maggie had known immediately what he had wanted when she went to him, and started to drink. His feelings, emotions, loves, crimes, the horrors he had committed as this loathsome creature of the night hit her like an onslaught of a severe tidal wave. Threatening to overwhelm her into unconsciousness or madness, he blocked the terrors for a split second, then she was okay. Continuing the pictures and thoughts were starting to make sense to Maggie, she saw glimpses of a boy long ago looking at a beautiful blond woman, who seemed familiar, but was wearing old-fashioned clothes. Then a small French island, and a short affair that brought pain, she was able to see the one that looked like her, only she looked so sad and tragic, that her beautiful elegant personage was able to wear the sadness like a crown. The black that she wore seemed to be somehow fitting. Maggie knew that this was the woman Barnabas loved and was looking for. The sadness of his loss caused the tears to overflow from Maggie's eyes.
The scenes kept coming one right after the other, pictures of sadness, death, tears, more death, strange words spoken, then his death, and the beginning of his undeath. More horror followed until she saw the man put the chains around his coffin, and they stayed there until Willie had released him almost 200 years later. Then there was death, hope, only to be followed with more death, death always surrounding him, the only emotion she could feel that swallowed up the death and horror was the unyielding loneliness that he suffered. It never let up. It was there with him like something or somebody unwanted, but yet would be with you continually, constantly, eternally.
Then she felt pleasure, it was coming in waves, his pleasure mounting together with hers, his pleasure was in conjunction at the surprise he was feeling at the intensity of her feelings and willingness to please him, it seemed, no matter what the cost.
All of a sudden he thrust her away from him, and she turned and saw Willie Loomis with a look of horror on his face, she felt Barnabas pulling her close to him, covering her with his now discarded shirt. Hers had come off during the course of the past few minutes, as she had drank his life source, his passion overwhelming his causing him to grope at her and tear like animals coupling. Barnabas would not allow Willie to gaze upon Maggie's nakedness.
"Willie, LEAVE!" roared Barnabas.
When Willie left, Barnabas getting off the edge of the coffin, turned Maggie to face him, bent down, and started to clean her face, taking his life blood back into his being. Maggie found this act very erotic, he was holding her very close to him, she felt at peace. He had stopped, and held her at arm's length, he told her she must never come to him like this again.
"Usually, I wake up very hungry, you have no idea what that's like. It's very hard to control. That kind of hunger is a bloodlust, and I would not be responsible for what happened to you, my dear,
" said Barnabas very seriously.
Maggie felt the panic start to rise again, as she started to whimper, "don't make me leave."
"You must," Barnabas said softly, while smoothing her hair away from her face.
She had slipped out of his arms, and had fallen to the floor, sobbing openly by this time, Barnabas bent to pick her up, and she whispered to him,"I'll do anything you ask of me. I'll be your Josette." I love you." I need you, Barnabas." Don't make me go. Please, don't make me go. I'll do anything. Anything." Maggie sobbed. Barnabas could barely understand her, she was getting hysterical.
Barnabas knew he didn't love this woman, but he had no doubt in his mind that she loved him, and had started to love him from the first time she saw him in the coffee shop.
"Maggie, let's go to Josette's room, and get you cleaned up," Barnabas whispered, trying to calm her down. With one powerful swoop, he picked her up and took her directly to Josette's room. Leaving behind the discarded clothing, his wound already healed, due to his superior vampire abilities -- Barnabas clad only in slacks, shoes was carrying Maggie wrapped in his shirt to Josette's room.
After leaving Maggie in Josette's room, giving Willie orders to prepare a bath for Maggie, and lay out his clothing, Barnabas was trying to figure out how to solve this problem, when he heard a knock at the door. "Oh no, I'd forgotten about Julia," Barnabas mumbled aloud. "Willie, answer the door, and tell Dr. Hoffman tonight is canceled," Barnabas ordered.
After listening to Dr. Hoffman tell Willie she needed to see Mr. Collins, and Willie relaying the message, he heard the door slam, he then grabbed a robe, and headed towards Josette's room.
Upon entering, he saw Maggie sitting on the edge of the bed in disarray, softly crying.
"Maggie, dearest, don't cry anymore," admonished Barnabas. He then picked her up, touching the already vanishing wounds on her neck, which he knew would be gone very quickly because of his powerful vampire blood, he carried her to the waiting tub. He disrobed her, and gently placed her in the water, as he had on many occasions before. Gently he began sponging her, massaging, and washing her off. Finally she smiled, as he had kept up an endless dialogue about Martinique. Maggie had liked for him to tell her about the tiny island, and he had indulged her, ever promising to take her to see it one day. That had all happened before she had escaped him, his eyes starting to harden. But it seemed escape did not mean forget.
Maggie had not realized the power Barnabas Collins had over her until she had escaped from his prison, and apparently neither had he.
Drying her off, he picked her up again and took her back to Josette's room. She put on his shirt, stating that she liked to feel close to him, so he promised to provide her with a clean fresh one. Barnabas led her to Josette's dressing table, and began to brush out her hair, and upon completing the task, excused himself, telling her he would return. Seeing the panic spring up in her eyes, he began stroking her cheek, telling her he needed to clean up, and don fresh clothes, she seemed soothed.
When Barnabas returned, Maggie was asleep in Josette's bed, and words of a witch long ago came back to haunt him.
"If you want your precious Josette so much, then you shall have her, but not in the way you ..."
Beverly Collins-LaCroix
Cousin/GSS/DP
"Death hath no dominion"
