Subj: The Snows Of December (part 1)
Date: 5/3/00 9:56:25 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Donna Eubanks
In this story, I will show what might have been, if Donamarie had rejected warlock Nicholas Blair, and never married him. She does not become immortal. She grows old and frail. She yearns for her one true love. For in her long lifetime, she has loved only one man..Nicholas Blair.
The place is Collinsport, Maine. The year is 1925.
A woman, elderly and frail, is sitting at the window in the Collinsport Rest Home, where she resides. She has been a resident here for the past five years.
It is winter in Collinsport. It is the tenth day of December.
The snow is blowing past her window, and through the open field.
The woman, who is named Donamarie, is dying. Her health has been failing for months now. Now, the old woman stops to think of her long life, and the dashing young warlock who professed his love for her once, a very long time ago. Too bad she did not choose to accept his love. Why did she have to be so proud?
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Donamarie recalls another December. It was a very long time ago. She lived in London then. The year was 1860.
She was Christmas shopping one day when she saw him. He was handsome and dashing, yet daring. She became spellbound by his dark eyes and his seductive smile. She was mesmerized by him.
She asked the handsome young man to accompany her home. She had numerous Christmas presents to carry.
My, how she loved his smile! He touched her hand, and she felt the tingle of excitement rush through her veins.
The man that captured her interest, and then her heart, was warlock Nicholas Blair.
He too, was captivated by her exotic beauty. He was lost in her deep blue eyes, so unlike his own of brown. Her hair fell long and loose about her shoulders, and was the color of the raven.
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She soon fell in love with the dark and handsome warlock, and he fell madly in love with her.
It was not Nicholas' nature to fall in love with a woman. He usually lusted after them. He pursued them, and charmed them, until he finally got them to submit to him. It was not hard for the warlock, for he was very handsome and charming. If a woman did not wish to submit to him, then all Nicholas had to do was bewitch them.
This beautiful young woman is the first woman Nicholas has fallen in love with.
"Nicholas, please celebrate Christmas with me!" Donamarie says in her excitement. Her blue eyes sparkle and shine with excitement as she speaks to him.
Nicholas becomes uneasy as she asks the question. "I cannot do that, my dear." He tells her. "Why Nicholas? Why can't you spend Christmas with me?" She asks with disappointment in her voice, and on her lovely face.
"Sit down, my dear, and I will tell you. Don't you know how much I love you? And don't you know how much I want to be with you, Donamarie?" Nicholas tells her.
"Yes, my Nicholas. Yes I do know that. I wish to be with you too." She says to him sweetly.
"There is something you do not know about me, my angel. I am a warlock. I practice the black arts. My father is Diabolos from hell." Nicholas tells her cautiously. I do not celebrate your holidays such as Christmas or Easter." He informs her.
"I know you are an angel, Donamarie. I want you to marry me and spend eternity with me." He tells her, with love in his eyes, and in his heart.
"But I don't know if I can marry a warlock. Will you change for me, Nicholas? Will become a mortal man for me? Please give up your practice of witchcraft and the black arts." Donamarie pleads with him.
"You know I cannot do that, my dear. I fear that I shall be destroyed if I do." Nicholas tells her ominously. Please say you'll come with me and be my angel, Donamarie." He begs her.
Before Donamarie can answer him, he kisses her passionately on her sweet, ruby lips. He gently picks her up, and carries her to his bed. Once there, they make passionate love to each other. Donamarie screams his name in her ecstasy of him.
to be continued...