Subj: A Haunting At Blair House pt 8
Date: 2/8/00 2:18:22 PM Central Standard Time
From: Donna Eubanks
Future Love
When I was a teen you came to me
on a cold and stormy night,
your eyes they seemed to glow at me
in the blackness of the night
who are you, I wanted to know
but I was not afraid
you were very handsome
and you were bewitching too
I am the man who shall love you
when the time is right,
I love you now my angel
but we must not love tonight
I want you now, my dear
he whispers in my ear
but my master bids me wait,
for our love shall be at stake
how I wish to kiss your lips
the stranger says to me
how I wish to touch your face
and feel the softness of your cheek,
how I wish to hold you tight
and whisper words of love
and then, he has a rose for me
he brings it to his lips
he puts the rose upon my lips,
this rose comes from magic
this kiss comes from me
I am your Nicholas,
you were made for me
you are a beauty
and you shall love me
Donna
Donamarie thinks about that magical night, when the man of her dreams first came to her, promising his love to her. She slowly slips away into peaceful slumber as her warlock holds her in his strong and magical arms.
The night is very quiet now. The clock chimes the hour of midnight.
The owl hoots, and the bats fly. The winds begin to blow. The temperature is dropping fast, and soon the house is cold.
Donamarie awakens. She has been asleep for three hours. She is cold. She wears no gown. She gets out of bed and walks to the bureau. She opens it to get a nightgown.
She is being watched by a pair of evil eyes. They are filled with lust and desire for her. He desires the warlocks wife, and it is his plan to take her.
She chooses a long, white gow made of silk. It falls gracefully over her beautiful body.
The evil one licks his lips as he looks at the raven-haired beauty before him.
Just as she is about to return to bed, the spirit of Gerard grabs her by the arm. She gasps as she sees the spirit holding her. He quickly places his long, slender finger to her lips. She cannot speak now.
Gerard Stiles was a handsome man in life, and in death too. He is an evil man, a wicked man. He is tall and well built. His hair is brown and wavy. His facial features are well formed. His presence strikes fear in the heart of the warlocks wife!
She knows why he is here. She knows why he haunts her. He means to take what belongs to the warlock, in every way he can! He means to take her with him, back to the world of the spirits.
'Hello my love." He whispers to her. Donamaries heart stops at his presence. She wants to cry and call for Nicholas! He is asleep right there in front of her!! But this is the hour when sleep is the deepest for the warlock. He shall not awaken soon!
"Come with me, Donamarie." He whispers to her. She looks at him with fear in her beautiful blue eyes. She shakes her head "no". "Do you want me to kill your warlock? I know how to do it!" Gerard threatens her.
Donamarie doesn't know if he is telling the truth, or not, but she will not dare him. She must save her husbands life, even if she must give in to Gerard!
'Come with me." He orders her. He takes her by the arm. He walks down the hall with her. They walk down the stairs. Eventually they arrive in the parlor.
He kisses her trembling lips. He holds her so tightly she can hardly breathe! He looks at her as if he wants to devour her! "How lucky your warlock is. He tells her. 'You are such a beauty!" He says to her, running his long fingers through her black hair.
Her eyes are filled with tears as she looks into his face. "You may now speak, Donamarie, but only in a whisper." He tells her, touching her lips with his finger. "Gerard please! Do not do this! Please go away!!" She pleads in a whisper.
He quietly laughs at her. "Gerard, I am going to have a child!" She whispers as hard as she can. "Please don't hurt my baby!"
He is grinning at her. He puts his hand upon her, and feels the child stir within her. It sickens her that he should put his hands on her child! He wears an even broader grin on his evil face. "So, the warlock has given you a child. I will not hurt your child, if you do as I say. He warns her. I want you, Donamarie!" He tells her.
She quickly turns her back on him. His arms embrace her from behind. His hands find her breasts. He slowly begins to fondle each one, trying to stir the passions in this beauty before him now.
She wants to run to Nicholas for help, but she must not. For to do so may cause his destruction, and he may be lost to her forever!
"So beautiful!" The spirit of Gerard whispers to her. His words frighten her. His touches frighten her even more! She does not want him to touch her this way! He slowly and seductively slips one strap down her arm. "No Gerard! Please!!" She begs in a whisper. He slowly pulls down the other strap, revealing her naked breasts to the night. He turns her to face him.
His eyes are glowing like a panther as he looks at her. 'I'm really not such a bad fellow." He whispers. His hands travel down, down to excite her, as he is excited by her. She grows more tense, as she realizes what is to come. She is frightened and ashamed. She remembers how he felt when he entered her before! She remembers him in her bed here at Blair house. She remembers London all to well.
"Now, where were we?" The spirit of Gerard asks her.
Nicholas is awakened by the spirit of Daphne. She is gently shaking his arm. As he awakens, she points to the hall. He realizes Donamarie is not in bed. He calls for her. He gets no reply.
Gerard becomes angry! He quickly places his hand on Donamaries' temple. He whispers, "forget", to her. The memory of this night is forgotten by her.
Gerards' ghost quickly disappears.
When Nicholas arrives downstairs, he finds Donamarie standing in the middle of the room. She is staring straight ahead. Her beautiful breasts are revealed to him. "Donamarie!! What are you doing??!!" He demands, covering her chest. She seems dazed and confused. "I- I don't know , Nicholas! I don't remember...!!" She replies.
to be continued...