Subj: From The Diary of Victor North Pt.1
Date: 4/11/99 9:01:15 PM Central Daylight Time
From: marcos1

The knock on the door had been like a blast of cold winter air, chilling me to the bone and causing every tiny hair on my body to stand on end. It had been Angelique, my darling one. Oh, how I had missed her! Every waking moment, my mind had chanted her name, Angelique... my angel. But why did she choose to return now? Her mere presence was now a curse to me.

Several months ago, the three visitors had arrived, Scully, Xena and Seven. I hadn't believed them at first. They had told me a most fantastic tale, claiming to be travelers from another dimension, another universe entirely, one called television. But as the days turned into weeks, I found myself believing their tale. Afterall, I am myself a creature born from both horror and fancy---a vampire--one of the living dead.

"Victor," Angelique asked, "why are these three females here? Are they your lovers?" Her blue eyes seemed to glow with traces of red, as she spoke these words, her voice cold and detached.

"No," I answered curtly. "They are not." { I hope she will believe me. I do fear her}

"Then, why are they here?" the blue eyed witch asked. She spoke in low tones, glancing into my sitting room. The three ladies were talking quietly among themselves.

"They are merely travelers," I said, smiling. "And I've been offering them, common courtsey...nothing more." I took a deep breath. "It has always been the North family way, here at Northhall."

She raised her eyebrows. "But Victor...do they know what you are?"

"They do. And they understand," I said, softly, "coming from a place, where creatures such as I are very commonplace. They speak of one called Barnabas, another named Nick Knight, and one very powerful--wise--and dark named LaCroix." I reached over and held her hand. "Come, I want you to meet them. They come from a distant and strange land called television. And I'm sure that they will be happy to meet you."

Angelique smiled. But it was not a smile that warmed my heart, but chilled my soul. I knew her and could read her face. She knew that I was lying, of this I was very sure. A feeling of doom filled the air, this night at Northhall, castle of my ancestors. I hoped that it would not be my tomb.


To be continued