Subj: The Jealousy Of Nicholas Blair
Date: 1/11/00 10:16:38 AM Central Standard Time
From: Donna Eubanks
It is morrning now, at the house by the sea. Nicholas kisses his sleeping bride. She gently stirs as he kisses her. He brushes her hair from her face. 'Good morning, Mrs. Blair." He whispers softly to her. "Did you sleep well last night?" He asks in a low voice. She opens her blue eyes to see his handsome face looking at her. "Yes, Mr. Blair, I did sleep well. I spent the whole night dreaming of you." She ran her fingers through his thick, dark hair. "You kept me very busy all night, Nicholas.., for you made love to me all through the night." She smiled a beautiful smile at him. Her blue eyes sparkled like gemstones this morning. "How do you know that it was a dream, my dear..., it was not you know." He said with a wicked smile. She smiled at him once again as she realized that her dreams were quite real after all. Her handsome warlock had loved her again and again, filling her with his magical love through the night.
"Shall Donamarie be a good witch today, or shall she be bad?" He asked her. She found this a curious question. "Of course I shall be good, Nicholas. I am always good for you." She replied. 'See that you are, my dear." He told her.
The morning passed quickly, and soon it was afternoon. it was time for Donamarie to go to "class" once more. She kissed Nicholas sweetly as she was about to leave the house. "Thank you for the lovely perfume." She told him. 'I am wearing it now." She tells him. "I like it when that is all that you wear, angel. He said with a wink. Come here. He tells her. He then whispers in her ear, "You shall wear your perfume when you return, my dear..only the perfume..."
She takes the elevator to the third floor. She is soon inside the room, which holds the key to her birthday gift to her husband. "Good morning, Mrs. Blair." John Michael greeted her with a smile. 'You may undress right away, and we shall begin." He told her. 'Yes, I would like that. I want to finish as quickly as possible." She replied.
He looked at her in desire. He was beginning to enjoy the visits of Mrs. Blair, very much! Oh, what a woman! He thought. He looked at her from head to toe, savoring every inch of her. Oh, what a woman!! He thought, as she styled her long, black curls in the mirror. She did not seem him staring at her. Again he thought to himself, I would kill for a woman like that ! His heart beat faster now, and he felt certain wanton desires begin to build as he savored her beauty before him.
Nicholas went into town, for he had business to take care of.
He decided to stop by the Blue Whale for a drink. He sat at the bar and ordered a glass of brandy. The bar was empty this afternoon.
Nicholas was still upset with his wife for going to Barnabas. How could she do that to him? Why would she do that to him? Nicholas could see his reflection in the mirror before him. His eyes glowed an ominous shade of jade green.
Suddenly there was another guest at the Blue Whale. It was none other than Barnabas Collins. "Hello, Mr. Collins!" The bartender greeted him. "Good day to you!" Barnabas greeted. "Hello, Mr. Blair. Imagine meeting you here." Barnabas says. Nicholas has five words to say to him. "Stay away from my wife, Barnabas!" He told him ominously. Nicholas then left the bar.
Nicholas arrived home before his bride. He became curious about her. He went to his "mirror" to see her. "Show me a vision of Donamarie." He commands. Suddenly an image starts to appear in the mirror. What he sees makes his blood begin to boil ! His lovely new bride is removing her red velvet dress, and she is wearing only a slip. In the distance he can hear a young mans voice. "You looked very lovely today. Same time tomorrow then?" He asks. Nicholas' new bride answers him, "Yes, John Michael, tomorrow..same time."
Nicholas' face is a mask of hatred at this moment! His eyes flash from green to red! "So you are taking a class, are you?!!" He shouts to the empty room. His anger and jealousy are so powerful, that every piece of glass in the house is shattered! Only the mirror and television set are spared. An hour has passed now.
Donamarie enters the house, feeling rather tired from sitting so long. "Nicholas, I'm home!" She calls.
Nicholas is sitting in a chair. He is very quiet. He is thinking. He is planning a "just" punishment for his "unfaithful" wife. "Nicholas, did you hear me?" She calls sweetly to him. She walks over to him, she is preparing to give him a kiss. She stops abruptly as she sees his face. His eyes continued to glow from green to red. He then looked at her with evil intentions. "How was your class, my dear?! Did you enjoy being unfaithful to me? Did you enjoy your little fling? How long has this been going on?! Isn't one man good enough for you?!" Nicholas roared at her. Donamarie was beside herself with terror now! She tries to explain to her jealous warlock, but right now it was useless! 'Nicholas, this is all a misunderstanding! It is not what it seems, Nicholas! I was doing this for you!" She pleaded with him. 'For me??!! You are having an affair for me??" He roars once again. "No, Nicholas, it is not an affair! I love you, and only you! This is my gift to you! I am giving you a......" He interrupted her now, as the television set blew apart from his anger!
Donamarie screamed as this happened, and her face was filled with tears. She ran to their bedroom and quickly locked the door. Her hands were shaking like a leaf. She could hear him shouting to her. "Donamarie, you have been a very bad witch. I am going to show you just how I deal with bad witches! You will deceive me no more once you receive the punishment of Nicholas Blair!"
to be continued...