Subj: Darane Svatura 3
Date: 6/16/00 4:50:04 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Katrinka
GIANT WARNING: If you are offended by Rape, please do not read this part! (Go to Installment 4)
Byers knocked on the door of Collinwood. A tall, aristocratic woman answered the door. She looked Byers over as if he was a piece of meat at a butcher's shop. "Can I help you?"
"Yes ma'am. I am Byers. I am calling to apply for the butlers position." This woman looked familiar to Byers, very familiar.
"Did you make an appointment?"
"My former employer, Mr. Barnabas Collins does not have a phone." Byers explained. "I have a letter of recommendation."
The woman took the letter from Byers. "Come in. I will tell Miss Judith that you are here."
Byers went into the foyer of New House. He house was more like he remembered. There was a sitting room instead of the artist studio.
Byers looked around, at the furnishings, the paintings. This place had electricity, but still he could almost feel this was the past. "This is incredible."
The woman returned to the foyer. "Miss Judith will talk to you now."
Byers followed the woman to the sitting room. An older woman, in her late forties sat at a table, playing solitaire. The letter sat on corner of the table.
"Miss Judith, this is Byers." The woman introduced.
"Thank you Beth." Judith said dismissing her. "Please shut the door on your way out."
"Yes, Ma'am." Beth left.
"So you are Byers?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"The letters you brought seemed impressive. How did you like working for Barnabas Collins?"
"He was a wonderful master."
Judith raised an eyebrow. "Master?"
"That is what they call employers in England, Ma'am." Byers explained.
"Before that, you worked as a gentleman's gentleman for Mr. Mulder in Boston."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Yet, from your accent, you're an American."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"The Collins family has some strange hours, would you be able to stay awake sometimes 20 hours at a time?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I would."
Miss Judith thought for a moment. "Then I will hire you for a month. If the test goes well, then your position will become permanite."
"Yes ma'am."
"Your pay will be ten dollars a week with full room and board." the woman looked Byers over. "Will that be acceptable?"
"Thank you ma'am."
Judith Collins stood up. "Why don't I show you the house?"
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The tour of the house finished in the entryway. "When will your baggage arrive?"
"Soon I hope." Byer's mind raced. He wasn't sure what would happen when his employer realized he didn't have any clothes.
"It would be too bad if your things were lost." Miss Judith sounded sympethitic.
"Yes, ma'am it would."
"Luckily Collinwood has a large storage of clothing. There should be something you can wear."
"Thank you ma'am."
There was the sound of voices outside the front door. A man's voice, and a very familiar woman's voice. Byers leapt to his new job. He went to the door and answered it.
Quentin Collins's white-blue eyes looked him over. "Who are you?"
"Byers sir."
"What are you doing at this house?" Suspicion dripped in his ancestor's voice.
"I am the new butler sir."
"Finally!" Quentin smiled again. "Someone to bring me sherry!"
"You could do that yourself." Judith pointed out.
"Yes, dear sister, I could. But why should I when we have a butler?"
Then Byers saw her. Scully was wearing a dress from the 1890's, her hair was up. She was holding Quentin Collins' arm. She didn't even give Byers a second glance as she walked by him.
She doesn't recognize me.
//Quentin in my time tried to stop Scully. Was this why? // Byers thought.
"Dear Sister! Look at what I brought home." Quentin said, coming into the house.
"This must be Heather." Judith smiled at Scully.
"I've read so much about you from Quentin's letters. I feel like I all ready know you." Scully smiled.
//Letters? She has memories of letters? //
//Great goddess, what did Angelique do to you? //
Beth came into the entryway. She glanced at scully, jealousy in her eyes. "Cook would like to know if you would like a late breakfast?"
"Are you hungry my love?" Quentin asked.
"Yes I am. I could do with some breakfast. If cook wouldn't mind." Scully smiled.
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After breakfast, Byers went looking for Beth. It wasn't hard to find her. She was in her quarters, sobbing. He knocked softly on the door; there was no answer. So he used his butlers key to open it.
Beth sat up, whipping her eyes. "What do you want?"
"I was wondering why you aren't at work."
"I work enough!" she snapped.
"I know you might be angry, but don't take it out on me."
"What do you know about anger?"
"I was told your name is Beth. What is your last name?" Byers asked.
"Chavez, its Beth Chavez."
That shook Byers to the core. This woman was his great-grandmother? "Miss Chavez, I'm sorry. I know you must be upset about Mr. Quentin's upcoming nuptials."
"Who told you about my relationship with Mr. Quentin? One of the other servants?"
"Yes," he lied.
"You shouldn't listen to gossip. I might have been intimate with Mr. Quentin before, but not now." She reached for a tissue. Byers took one out of his pocket, and handed it to him. "Thank you."
"I'll talk to Miss. Judith. I'll make sure your assigned to something else besides Mr. Quentin's wedding reception."
"Why? Why would you do this for me?" She demanded.
"The same situation happened to my sister." He explained. "I would like to prevent something like that if I can."
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Quentin Collins knew that Angelique had cast a spell, making Heather love him unconditionally. He sometimes wondered if she could have learned to care for him before the spell. He had a way with woman; he probably could have made her love him, if there was enough time. He also was unsure of himself, he wondered if the witch had placed a spell on him.
"This is my rooms," he told Heather, bringing her into the room. "After we're married, they will belong to both of us."
"I like it," she said, looking around.
"Since the entire west wing is unused, we can expand our quarters after we have children."
"If you wish," she seemed to be haunted.
"What's bothering you?"
"I have a strange feeling that I've been here before."
That struck him, did this mean she was getting her memory back? He smiled at her. "Perhaps that means you where meant to be here."
Heather looked into his eyes and smiled. "I already feel like this is my home."
"It will be our home, for a very long time." Quentin went over to her, touching the side of heather's face, kissing her lips.
Heather kissed him back, as if she had done this many times before. Quentin wondered if she was a virgin, then decided that it really didn't matter. This Heather was his. Now he didn't have to worry about Angelique bothering him. He despised the woman who put the spell on Heather.
"We are getting married tomorrow evening, would it be so wrong for you to stay here tonight?" he asked her.
She smiled at him demurely, "Of course it wouldn't."
He went, locked the door, and then turned back to her. "Now, we can really be alone."
"He kissed her again, his fingers found the pins in her hair, he pulled them out, letting his fingers get lost in her red locks. He had been with many women in his life, usually fulfilling his own passions without worrying about the partners. Heather was different. She would need a genteel touch. His fingers felt for the zipper of her dress, unzipping it, pulling it down, slipping his hand inside the dress.
He pulled away from her, took her into the bedroom, then locked that door too. He was surprised to see her taking off her dress, then the petticoats and shoes.
"Heather..." he said slowly.
"Its all right...I want this too." She walked over to him, then reached out, unbuttoning his shirt.
Quentin's fingers felt for the ties on heather's corset, and untied them, as soon as the corset was off, he kissed her again.
He fought back the idea of heather being a loose woman. Perhaps her actions where from latent memories. Perhaps he reminded her of someone. Perhaps it was something that Angelique put in her mind.
"When you visited me in the New York, I knew you where a perfect gentleman. I knew then we would be married." she smiled at him.
Quentin didn't quite know what to say as she undressed him. He knew the visit wasn't real, but she thought it was. He *did* know she had memories of him spending a summer with her father. He opened her chemise, slipping his hand inside, feeling at her breast; suddenly his fingers touched something, hot burning hot.
He pulled away from her, opening her chemise to reveal a tattoo, it was only the size of a nickel. It was in the shape of a pentagram. "How did you get that?"
"I don't know." she sounded just as puzzled as him.
Before he could say anything, she put her fingers around his cock; she began to stroke it with expert care. He groaned in the back of his throat, Angelique had been right in picking this one.
Quentin pulled her onto the bed, as he did, he worked on getting her pantaloons off. When that was done, he ran his hand down her leg, and she parted them slightly, as if she had done this before. His fingers felt her bud, she was wet, very wet.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked her one last time.
"Whets one day?" she asked. She rolled onto her back, pulling Quentin on top of her.
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Mulder woke. He was lying on a bed in a shuttered room. The room was dark, but Mulder could see. His vision reminded him of night vision goggles. Had the previous night been a dream? Was Scully still with him? Mulder's neck hurt. He reached up and touched his neck. His fingers hit a fresh wound.
//It really happened! //
//Barnabas Collins is a vampire. // Mulder knew the Doctor Collins of his time. That man wasn't a vampire. In fact he always thought of the older man as a mentor. He realized if he worked to defeat this man, then he wouldn't have an ally to get Scully back.
//I hunger...//
Scully, he wanted her. He wanted to feel her blood in his mouth. Wanted to taste her blood. Wanted to cross her over, make her completely his.
The hunger, he had to fight this hunger. He couldn't endanger Scully. Still, the hunger reminded him of his lover.
Mulder had found his bloodtaking pleasurable. That was what he hated the most. He felt as if he had cheated on Scully. That by letting Barnabas take his blood that he had pushed his lover away.
Mulder got off the bed. He went to the window, opening the shades. The sun hadn't set yet. All he could think of was the feed.
A wave of dizziness overcame him. He clung to the shutters. His mouth began to itch. He reached up, opening his mouth, touching his canines. Cutting his finger. He pulled his fingers from his mouth. Blood welled up on his finger. He hungered. Blood, blood was what he needed. He put his finger into his mouth and sucked.
He needed to feed. All he could think of was a meal, nothing else. For the first time ever, he could hear a heartbeat that came from far away. Collinsport, the noise came from Collinsport. Food, he could find food there.
//Fly, I need to fly. //
He found flying incredibly easy. In no time, he was in Collinsport, waiting by the peer. He could find a meal here, he knew.
A woman came up to him; she was dressed in what would be a very short skirt for the time. She only wore a corset without anything on top. "Hello gorgeous, you must be new in town."
"Been here a couple of days."
"Are you here unattached?"
"Yes, I am," he lied. He realized what she was. "What is your rate for a date?"
"For a dollar I will I'll do anything you want me too." she smiled.
Mulder smiled tightly "Where shall we go?"
She took him to a deserted alleyway. He pushed her against the wall, pressing his lips to hers. The hunger began to overcome him. She pulled up her skirt. Then her fingers felt for his pants. The unzipped them himself. She pulled him to her, and he found it easy to enter her. As he thrust, Mulder could feel the remaining parts of his humanity drain away.
"Wild one aren't you?" she teased.
He didn't answer, instead spending his time thrusting hard inside the woman. She was a prostitute words weren't needed. As he neared climax, Mulder pushed her head to one side, and bit down on her neck, drinking deeply.