Subj: The Jealousy Of Nicholas Blair pt. 8
Date: 1/10/00 9:26:41 AM Central Standard Time
From: Donna Eubanks
Morning had come once again, but there was no sunshine. A light rain was falling outside Blair house.
Donamarie had a decision to make right now. If she is going to surprise Nicholas with his birthday gift, she must must come up up with a believable solution as to why she is gone from the house. She didn't want him to suspect that she was going to see Barnabas again, for surely she will not. What can I tell him? She thought. What shall I say? Suddenly, she thought of an idea! I know what I'll do! I will tell him I am taking a course on writing, at the university. Yes, he shall believe that, I'm sure! She thought with satisfaction.
She saw a crumpled piece of paper on the floor. She picked it up and opened it. To her great disapointment, she saw that it was her love poem to Nicholas, which she had written the day before. Tears sprang to her eyes as she looked at the crumpled letter. Her words of love were now crumpled too. Two tears fell on the discarded letter now as she held it in her trembling hands. One tear for her husband, and one for herself.
What am I doing? She thought. Am I right in doing this? Nicholas is suspicious of me now. Should I be honest with him? She searched her heart for an answer. I love him so, and I want to please him. I want to surprise him too, with a special gift. But when he is angry, he scares me so...he seems so different. I don't like to see his dark side. She thought. It won't be for too long. She thought. It will be alright. Soon his gift shall be ready and he shall be pleased with me! There, it was settled, she would continue to carry out her plan.
"Good morning, my dear." Nicholas greeted her. "You got up quite early this morning. I missed you in our bed." He told her, as he stroked her long, dark hair. She turned to look at him. "I thought I would let you sleep this morning. You seemed restless last night." She replied. The crumpled love poem was on the table. She tried to quickly conceal it from view, but not soon enough. She looked at her husband. She looked into his eyes. He returned her look, looking into her blue eyes. There was a touch of saddness in his face as he looked at her. "Donamarie, I can't tell you just how sorry I am about this... I have a terrible temper, and can be extremely jealous, you know! Will you forgive me, my dear?" He asked, kissing her hand.
He was so charming, and loving this morning. She thought. His loving words warmed her heart. "There is nothing to forgive, Nicholas. I should have told you about my visit with Barnabas." She replied.
His face darkened a little now. "Yes, you would do well to keep away from Barnabas Collins. I shall not have my wife going to see him." He informed her. "I will see him no more." She told him.
She told Nicholas of her plan to take a literary course at the university. He thought it a wonderful idea.
As Nicholas was taking a shower, she had something she must do.
She went to her closet, and removed her suitcase. She removed a dress from her closet. The dress was long and made of red velvet, and the bodice was low cut. It was carefully wrapped in a garment bag. She put a pair of black velvet heels into her suitcase. She also packed a long, full slip, and jewelry, consisting of teardop pearl earrings and a matching necklace. Quickly she put these items in the trunk of her car. Her timing was good. Nicholas was just coming out of the shower.
Donamarie left to go to the" university". She held a slip of paper in her hand. It contained an address. She was to be there at ten thirty a.m. She found the address quickly. She took the elevator to the third floor, with her suitcase in hand.
She knocked on the door, and a handsome young man opened it. "Come in, Mrs Blair. Mr. Collins told me to expect you." He greeted her. He was a man about thirty years of age. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was tall and thin. "You may change over there, he motioned to her. There was a screen adorned with roses, which she was to use for privacy. She quickly disappeared behind the screen, and began to remove her clothing.
"Are you ready, Mrs Blair? I am quite anxious to begin." The handsome man told her. "Yes, I am anxious too!" She said, smiling.
Nicholas took a walk along the beach, to clear his mind. Can I really trust my new wife? He wondered.
When he returned from his walk, he went to the outskirts of town, to look for antiques. He found none to suit him.
On the way back home, he stopped to buy a gift for Donamarie. Yes, this will look lovely on her. He thought with a wicked smile upon his lips.
Meanwhile, back at the office in town, Donamarie states, "Oh, this is wonderful !" "What is your name? What do I call you?" She asks him.
"My name is John Michael. He tells her. May I tell you something, Mrs. Blair? You look absolutely beautiful ! Your husband is a very lucky man!" He tells her. 'Why thank you, John Michael !" She says, obviously flattered. "The pleasure is all mine, believe me!" He tells her with a smile.
Later that day, the newlyweds are again at Blair house. Each of them seem to be quite pleased with themselves, for they have had a very meaningful day.
"I have bought you a present, my dear." Nicholas tells his new bride. "I've bought you something to wear." He says, with a wicked gleem in his eyes. 'What is it, Nicholas? What have you bought for me now?" She asks in wonder.
He held a small bag in his hands. He handed it to her. "I want you to wear this. Only this." He tells her with a wicked smile.
She opens the bag, and finds it contains a single item. It is a bottle of french perfume. 'Why Nicholas, you are so very wicked! Do you know that?" She tells him. 'Of course I am, my dear. But of course!" He agrees.
He now whispers in her ear..."Now go get undressed and try on your gift. I wish to see how it "looks" on you." He says with a wink at her.
Nicholas opens the bedroom door and sees her. She is lying on the bed, and wearing nothing but the fragrance he bought for her. She looks absolutely beautiful! He thinks as he looks at her on the bed. "Keep away from Barnabas." He tells her. You must never go to him again." Instantly he makes the candles burn brightly in the room.
The soft music suddenly begins to play. As he waves his hand his clothing is gone! He joins her in their bed of love. His eyes are filled with love for her, and hers for him.
His fingers travel over her. Now loves true magic does begin.
Diabolos is watching them. He smiles wickedly at them from the shadows...
to be continued...