(This chapter is for very mature audiences. Its content has sex and some violence. So if you are offended by sex between m/f or m/m, don't read)

Fantasies and Nightmares

The small building lay on the outskirts of town, looked barren and forlorn in the daylight hours, but at night its life sprung forth. Shunned, and spoken of in whispers by the good people of Collinsport, this building, and its inhabitants catered to the depraved and decadent minds of the rich and powerful of Collinsport, and a few surrounding cities.   It allowed them their secret life, to have their most peverse fantasies spring to life, and acted out to their fullest satisfaction over and over again. Nothing was taboo. No one's secrets had ever been told from the inhabitants of that little building. Discretion was its key to its longevity and success. The law deliberately looked the other way of the activities of this establishment, so it flourished, because the depravites and needs of the very powerful and rich had to be satisfied.

Barnabas entered the building, noted the elegance of the sitting rooms, and the "ladies" that were walking around keeping customers happy, while waiting, were the picture of Boston snobbery. Only on the outside, that's as far as the lady-like gestures, and dress extended to these ladies of the night.

Walking down a long hallway, he came to a door, opened it, and began to descend the steep stairway to what seemed to be another world, another time created to satisfy its very special customers, and one in particular.

Walking to the soundproofed room, he opened the door and saw them. They were both nude, and legs and arms entwined with each other. Unaware of his presence, they continuted their groping and fondling of one another. He was sucking on her breast while she had him in her mouth, After a minute or so of obvious pleasure, their groans and moans were becoming louder, they stopped what they were doing. The man placed the woman on her all fours exposing and opening up everything of the woman. She was wet, and very anxious for him to enter. Barnabas was very aroused by what was taking place in front of him. The bloodlust was very well in attendance. Fighting to hold the vampire at bay, Barnabas watched as the man prepared to enter her. Walking to the bed, they saw him and jumped up, trying to cover their nakedness.

"Jeremiah! Josette! " Barnabas said shocked and very angry.

"Barnabas!" They said in unison, as if they were just as shocked to see him as he them.

The room was an 18th Century-style, and any sign of clothing reflected the same era. The couple lay naked on the old gothic-style bed that Barnabas remembered so well.

Barnabas' play had begun, and he was the director. He duly chastised the two, punished them accordingly, and made them crouch like adog, and crawl to him and beg his forgiveness. They would each kiss a shoe, and then begin to undress him. He would humiliate them, punish them painfully, but never torture them. As a vampire he had no sexual prefrence, it just so happened he had never fallen in love with a man, but he took sex from this one hearing his screams as he pounded him,
then pulled back his neck and fed. The man's moans and cries were now ones of pleasure. The woman had the man in her mouth, so it became orgistic in natur. Barnabas would then take and use the woman, calling her "his Josette," very sarcastcally, and he would feed again from her. Barnabas acted out this play three or four times a week, ever since he Maggie had gone to Canada. It helped ease his pain of losing Josette, and when the evening was over, the lust, and blood lust satisfied, he would leave and either go home, and not have to fight to satisfy the neverending needs of the beast or go about the pleasures of the evening as normally as he was able.

Maggie had insisted Willie bring Dr. Hoffman a cup of coffee. He reluctantly agreed, his orders had been clear and to the point, always be with Dr. Hoffman when she's with Maggie. Barnabas didn't trust Julia, Willie wasn't sure why, but could guess. It had to do with Maggie's going away, and almost dying. Willie just didn't think Dr, Hoffman was that kind of person. She always seemed very nice to him, but he wasn't going to question Barnabas. He had seen Maggie the night Barnabas brought her home. She looked and smelled of death.. He was very surprised she survived. Julia had explained it was the components of the vampire blood that was present in Maggie's, and the powerful healing components from the vampire blood was in effect causing the miraculous recovery that normally would have caused death. The baby survived, drawing from the blood's healing and protective components, almost like a primal instinct to survive. The unborn had needed two times the normal amount of the white blood cells present in Maggie's system to maintain the the minimum nutrients to survive. The mother's already weakened condition did not allow for more. When the drug had entered into her system the unborn fetus was taking from its mother continually, as the drug was in constant attendance.   And due to the presence of the powerful healing ability of the white cells from the vampire, the drug never reached the baby's system, allowing it to grow unimpeded by damage from a harmful substance like Valium. When the drug was removed from Maggie's system with no warning, the blood went into overdrive, working twice as hard to protect the unborn, and sending the already weakened Maggie into a shocked state, keeping the baby from convulsing and suffering irreparable brain damage, causing Maggie to begin to expell the bad blood, the vampire's blood had caused her body to reject, and that caused the convulsive vomiting to occur. It was as if the baby with the presence of the vampire's blood had to rid the body of all the poison to maintain its continued survival. And accomplishing that, it caused Maggie to go into shock and coma, and simutaneously causing Barnabas to react so violently and need blood so badly that he doubled over in pain so severe that he was almost paralyzed, him to attack his first victim since before Maggie had left.   He had been very close to being cured, when Maggie's system began to reject the poisons, causing the convulsive vomiting, because of their blood bond, and the connection they had due to the very intimate blood exchange had caused him to revert instaneously. The damage, and constant draining of Maggie, and because of the needs of the unborn baby, had negated any evidence of a cure, and created an overwhelming need for blood in Barnabas, and he acted on that need without thinking as a rational man would, the vampire had emerged and taken over completely, the need to survive came first. Willie had known when Barnabas had reverted. He had felt dizzy, and sat down for a couple of minutes. The dizziness left, and he felt his will slowly drain away, and become slave to the vampire once again. Coffee ready, Willie poured Julia's coffee in the beautiful china that had been purchased by Naomi Collins almost two centuries ago.   Quickly getting the necessary items items for coffee, he took the tray and hurried back to Maggie. He had been gone too long.

Maggie glanced at the doctor and wondered how she could bear being around this monster for one more second. She had been trying to figure out how to get rid of her without Barnabas interfering. Maggie couldn't understand why Barnabas insisted on her being Maggie's doctor. He had explained to her that Julia understood about the vampire cell in the blood, and would know if the baby was all right or was carrying the cell. Maggie had tried to reason with him, what difference would it make there wasn't a thing Dr. Hoffman could do about it. She had told him that Dr. Hoffman had been part of the cause of what had happened to her, but Barnabas had refused to discuss it, and said Dr. Hoffman would be her physician for now, and that was that. Maggie had kept her anger to herself, and it had grown and festered to the point Maggie was finding it very hard to be civil to Dr. Hoffman.

"Dr. Hoffman, before Willie returns you and need to have a little talk." Maggie said in a cold voice.

Her tone caused Julia to look at Maggie sharply before she said, "Why, Maggie, aren't you feeling well? You look the picture of health."

"And I'll just bet you wished I didn't. Dr. Hoffman, tonight will be your last night coming here to see me as my doctor. If you come to see Barnabas that is entirely up to you and him, but you will never come here to see me as a doctor again. I suggest you gather your things and leave," Maggie said matter of factly.

Julia stared at Maggie unbelievingly. After all the girl had been through she was now going to dismiss her as her doctor. Julia studied Maggie carefully before replying. Sitting there looking so confident, just like Mrs. Barnabas Collins should look. Her resemblance to Josette was striking. She was starting to look more and more like Josette, Julia thought. No, not look like, but act like she would have imagined someone of Josette's aritocratic background. Julia stared at Maggie, and for a moment hated her, and wished she could rid herself of the troublesome young woman. Maggie had been the reason every bad thing that happened to her, and now this. Barnabas would never agree to it, and she knew it. Better to agree with her than argue, something might happen, and the baby might be in danger, and for some reason fear coursed through her.

"Of course, Maggie, if that's what you wish," Dr. Hoffman said softly.

"Good evening, Dr. Hoffman," Maggie said.

"I suppose you think you have Barnabas right where you want him," Julia said.

Maggie looked at her and didn't reply, she let the doctor continue.

"Where do you suppose Barnabas is tonight, and every night? I know he's not with his beloved wife," Julia went on cruelly.

"Obviously not, Doctor. But that's really none of your business, is it?" Maggie said with a steely voice.

Julia had gotten started and it seemed as if nothing would stop her now, she continued, "He's with his precious Vicki. His next Josette. Do you think he'd be with you if you weren't pregnant?"   Julia asked almost viciously.

"You have --" Maggie started, but was interrupted by Julia.

"You've thrown yourself at Barnabas from the beginning. You wouldn't leave him alone. I could have cured him, if you would have just stayed in Wyndcliff like you were supposed to. No, you've been full of guile and deceit all along. You're married to him, but Vicki Winters has him," Julia hissed.

"Uh-oh!" Willie said lowly, as he heard the last part of the conversation. He had just gotten to Maggie's room door, when he heard Dr. Hoffman's last words.

Then he heard Maggie say, "Dr. Hoffman, you may say whatever you wish, I don't care, but I never want to see you again. I don't care how you arrange it. Tell Barnabas whatever you wish. If you're afraid of him, which you probably should be, then leave tonight, and don't come near me again." Maggie said very quietly.

Willie could tell by her tone how upset she truly was. Now, he knew the real reason Barnabas had always wanted someone with the two women, and it was supposed to have been him. Oh, no! Willie thought as he opened the door.

"Here's the coffee," Willie said.

"Dr. Hoffman is leaving, Willie." Maggie said.

"No, she's not, Maggie. She has to check you over while I'm here, and you know that already. So, Julia do your doctor thing," Willie said.

Willie knew that there wasn't anything that would have been embarassing for Maggie while Julia did her exam or he would have turned the other way.

Julia picked up her bag, and started towards Maggie, and Maggie said, "Willie! I told you Dr. Hoffman is leaving."

"Yeah, I know what you told me, Maggie, and I also know what Barnabas told me, and as much as I hate to disrespect your wishes, Maggie, I gotta do what Barnabas says. You know that," Willie said very softly.

"You're right, Willie," Maggie said.

There was nothing to be gained by Willie suffering at the hands of Barnabas because of her, Maggie thought. Julia gave Maggie a very cursory examination, and Maggie looked at Julia when she saw Willie wasn't looking, and told her, "remember what I said."

After Willie had seen Julia back to Collinwood, he came back to the Old House, and saw Maggie standing and staring at the portrait of Barnabas that her father had done. She looked so forlorn, and it made her all the more beautiful to him. He wanted to take her sadness away, but knew the only one ever capable of that would be Barnabas.

Maggie heard Willie come in, and she knew he was looking at her, and preparing to approach her, but he stopped, and said "Maggie, are you all right?"

"Yes," Maggie said in a barely audible voice, never looking away from Barnabas' portrait. Willie continued onto the kitchen to clean up what little there was, and he would begin to snuff out the candles as soon as Maggie went up to bed. This was their nightly ritual. Willie dreaded Barnabas coming home. He would have to tell him what he heard, and Barnabas would question him as to why he had left Julia alone with Maggie. He was not looking forward to it no matter how he tried to look at it. He really felt sorry for Julia. She, of course, did not think that Willie would tell Barnabas anything, she wasn't sure what he had overheard. She seemed troubled enough about something. She wasn't like that when he had seen her earlier. Maggie had planned something, and it hadn't worked out just the way she thought it would, whatever it was. Oh well, picking up the candle snuffer, he bade Maggie good night, as she walked softly up the stairs.

"She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent "

"Ah, lovely Victoria, that describes you perfectly. It's almost as if you were with Lord Byron when he scribed it." Barnabas told Vicki in a teasingly serious voice.

"Barnabas, you are too kind, and you are right, it does describe me." Vicki answered him laughing, also teasing.

"Vicki, it is so good to see you laughing again," Barnabas told Vicki as he took her hands in his.

"Barnabas, I don't know what I would have done without you," Vicki said, now all seriousness as she looked at Barnabas, staring in his eyes. She felt as if she would drown in those deep black pools that seemed to go on forever. It wasn't at all a bad feeling, just the opposite, and she only jerked away when she heard the large double doors in the foyer open.

Rising, Barnabas said, "Well, I must go. As always, Miss Victoria," Barnabas feigning an exaggerated bow -- "it has been a delight."

"Why, Mr. Collins, you must come again tomorrow evening." Vicki replied in the same playful manner as Barnabas had. Opening the drawing room doors, Julia walked in as Barnabas and Vicki were engaged in a tight embrace. Vicki tried to pull away from Barnabas, but he held her with an iron grip, "good evening, Dr. Hoffman," Barnabas said mockingly, then released Vicki.

"Good evening, Barnabas," Julia said in a tight voice.

"Victoria, my dear, I shall see you tomorrow evening. I will be able to stay longer, Maggie is going to California with Elizabeth and Carolyn to shop!" Barnabas said with the hint of a smile, reserved only for Vicki.

"Oh, yes, that's right. Mrs. Stoddard told me about it. Maggie will love it. It will be good for her." Vicki said.

"Well, again, good evening." Barnabas said.

Barnabas looked up at the window where his bride was sleeping, and felt the vibrations of fear through their weakened bond.   Wondering what was causing her fear didn't concern him, he was still revelling in Victoria's expression, and he could still hear her heartbeat racing when she found out that Maggie was going to be gone. It had excited him. He had had to fight to keep the beast down. He was very aroused thinking about Victoria alone with him in the Old House. But now he needed to see what was wrong with his wife. He didn't want his child endangered in any way.

Concentrating, and in an instant the human form dissipated into a mist.

Maggie's nightmares of bugs crawling all around her, rivers of blood, and most horribly being abandoned in her fears, was soon replaced by intense feelings of pleasure.   The pleasure would become very heightened only to stop abruptly and move to another part of her inflamed body. When she would think she couldn't stand it anymore, it would move. At times the stroking would be very light, feathery, so frustrating Maggie cried out, and then it would become very rough, almost brutal. It felt like silk enveloping her, becoming alive everywhere all at once, then it would stop, to what felt like an embrace, dropping light feathery kisses on her face, and then grasping her hair, pulling her to it, kissing her mouth, leaving it bruised.

Then the climax would begin, only to be roughly stopped. Maggie was crying soft tears of frustration, and now it was pain. Then when she thought she was being punished for loving and needing Barnabas so badly, this is what Maggie believed in her tortured dreams, that she could never have any sort of pleasure again, because of the unholy union with Barnabas Collins.

She felt something enter her, it moved slowly at first, then the intensity and strength increased, when she thought she could stand no more, it slowed down, and she felt pressure where the intensity of her desire and frustration was centered, and she climaxed over and over again, crying out for Barnabas. Leaving his blood-tinged semen inside his satiated wife, the mist left through the window. She would know in
the morning that he had been there.

Smiling, as Barnabas regained his human form only to change into the big silver and black wolf, he ran quickly towards the Evans cottage, stopping a few feet from the door. The gray timber wolf had kept its silent ominous guard on the man inside.

The black and silver wolf came up beside the other wolf, and looked inside with his supernatural vision, his eyes glowed red, and stayed that way until Sam Evans was forced to sit in the chair and sleep. His dream started. He saw Maggie walking naked in what appeared to be a chapel of some pagan form. She had on a veil, and was holding a very old music box that was playing a pleasant, but haunting melody. He had seen that box somewhere before, but couldn't recall. Maggie was wearing a long white wedding veil that covered most of her face and flowed down her back, and several more feet trailed the floor.

Sam could not take his eyes off his daughter. Walking to what looked like a stone altar, Sam saw Willie, and then Dr. Hoffman, waiting for Maggie and something else. They assisted her to the altar, the veil flowing about her like a soft shroud. Willie and Dr. Hoffman seemed to be very excited, and then were very still as a wolf entered the chapel. Sam was frightened, remembering the cruel harsh feel of the wolf's teeth on him, only to have been rescued by his now son-in-law, Barnabas
Collins. Barnabas frightened him, and he did not know why. His eyes were then rivited to the wolf.

The wolf's eyes were glowing red as it approached the altar. Sam noticed that neither Willie nor Dr. Hoffman were frightened as the wolf approached Maggie. Sam tried to move, to cry out to warn his daughter, but was paralyzed in the way of nightmares. He could only watch as the wolf ripped away the shroud that had been the only covering for his daughter.

He watched in horror as Maggie's face had taken on one of laciviousness, as she reached out to embrace the wolf. The wolf's paws had now taken on the form of hands, and was touching his daughter in all the intimate places. His daughter was writhing and moaning obscenely as the demon/wolf contined its ministerings with its human hands. Sam watched the vulgar inhuman display, and could not move, but more than that he felt such overwhelming shame, because he knew he really did not want to look away. He was aroused at the site of his naked daughter displayed in the fashion she was.

The wolf turned its large head and looked directly at him, and he saw the evil in that face, and could feel it palpating around him. He also saw something else in that face, the countennance of Barnabas Collins. He could hear the laughter of Barnabas Collins as he woke up with a jerk, still aroused. He was overcome with shame, and angry that he was so helpless to stop the nightmares that had been plaguing him for a week now. This he couldn't live with. The rats wouldn't stop him now, as he made his way to the drawer that held his gun.

The silver and black wolf had disappeared, and left the gray timber wolf to set up a lonely howl as the dawn approached.

To be continued...