Subj: Vampires, Gods and Time 6 of ?
Date: 11/2/99 4:40:34 PM Central Standard Time
From: Mysterious Millicent

Hera’s throne--Mt. Olympus-

Hera walked around the dais, running her hands on the golden frame. She was concerned. Ares had been gone for quite some time and it was unusual for him not to report to her as quickly as possible. Something hasn’t gone right. She walked over to the window and moved her hands across the frame. A mist appeared which rapidly faded away to show Iolaus inside the cave still frantically searching for a way out.

Hera smiled. “You poor little insignificant fool! You are such a stupid little man. Your only value to me is that you are precious to Hercules. If it weren’t for that you wouldn’t be alive.”

Hera sensed a presence and waved the image away. Turning around she walked towards the throne just as a black-cloaked figure materialized in front of her. Hera sat on the throne as the figure in black approached her. He slowly removed his hood and bowed low in front of the throne.

“My Queen.”

“What news have you, Drakon? And believe me, this had better be good for you to disturb me here on Mt. Olympus!” Hera said in a threatening voice.

“I have been to the home of Hercules, my Queen and I saw your husband there.” Drakon replied still bowing.

“And for that you disturb me on Mt. Olympus?” Hera stormed. “That is of little value to me.”

“But, my Queen. He was discussing something important with his son and that stranger Barnabas Collins. I could not hear what they were saying because Lord Zeus had blocked the sound, but I am sure he is trying to warn Hercules of your treachery.”

Hera got up from the throne, eyes blazing, hissing through her teeth and marched down the steps of the throne. She shoved Drakon aside who fell to the ground and slid over to the wall, crashing into the golden chair that lay up against it. “Zeus, you have never crossed me with Hercules before, why start now?” Then turning to Drakon she yelled, “Where is my son, Ares?”

“I am here, mother.” softly came a man’s voice from near the throne.

Hera looked at her son with eyes of fire. “Where have you been? Playing with your dog? What were you doing when Zeus went to visit his son? Your worthless, Ares. More worthless than Hercules!”

Ares looked up at Hera with eyes turning to red as well. “I have been to Hades as you requested, my Queen,” he said in mocked respect bowing low. “I have instructed Hades to put Deianeira and her children in a secret area known only to him.” And walking towards the door he said over his shoulder, “And since you don’t want my help and I am of little value to you, I will go to my home. Goodbye, Mother!”

“Oh no, you don’t! You aren’t dismissed that easily, my son.” Hera put out her hand and Ares froze where he stood. Turning around he looked at his mother with contempt and said simply, “As you wish, my Queen.”

By this time, Drakon had recovered from being slammed against the wall and had managed to get himself to a standing position. He knew his news would anger Hera, but he also knew that it was important.

Hera walked back to the window waving her hand in the air causing a mist to again form and then fade to reveal the home of that irritant muscle-bound stepson she had to acknowledge. Hercules was talking to Barnabas but the conversation was of their families and not of significant value. But Zeus was nowhere to be seen. She started to wave the scene away when she really took in the man known as Barnabas. He was indeed a handsome man, most eloquent! He had noble bearing and she found herself intrigued with him. As she watched him talking with Hercules she smiled and her whole
disposition changed.

Waving her hand at the window, the image faded and Hera, turning around smiling looked at Ares. “My son, I think it is time that we put a stop to your Father’s supreme authority.”

Ares was slightly amused. He had seen Hera in this frame of mind before and he also knew it was doomed to failure. For as powerful as his mother was, there were too many gods that remained faithful to his Father. And Zeus, for all the appearance of a hen-pecked husband was much more powerful than his mother. He spoke quietly so as not to destroy or agitate her.

“What do you want of me, Mother?” Ares spoke with as much respect and reverence as he could muster, which was not that easy for the God of War. For in reality, he hated his Mother as much as he did his Father.

“I want you to visit your half-brother and find a way to make peace with him.”

Ares mouth fell open and he stared at his Mother, his eyes rapidly growing redder with each passing second. “Mother, are you crazy? There is no way that I will make peace with Hercules. If anything I would rather kill him. And since when do you have any ideas other than cruelty and death for your stepson?”

Hera moved seductively towards her son, smiling and upon reaching him put her hand on his face and said, “Ares, why would think such a thing of me. You know how much I love your Father. And Hercules is Zeus’ son. There is no way I would wish harm to befall him.”

Ares could feel his Mother’s power flowing into him and he began to squirm. He hated it when she did this. He had no power to stop her. He closed his eyes and felt the erotic pleasures of his Mother’s touch and sensations. The pleasures of torture, the feelings and passions of the hunt and the kill. And then he knew what his Mother wanted of him. To lure Hercules into a sense of false security so that his death would be easy. And by Hercules own hand, thereby upholding Zeus’ command, that no god
could harm him.

Within a few minutes, Hera released Ares and he opened his eyes, looking at his Mother and smiling. “Yes, Mother. I understand and I will obey.” Then taking his Mother’s hand in his, he brought the hand to his lips, kissed it and then disappeared in a shimmering of light.\

Hera smiled and then turned to look at her other ‘guest’. Drakon had watched all of this with total awe. The power of Hera! Oh, if only he could possess that power. Imagine what he could do to Barnabas Collins! And without Angelique’s annoyance to boot!

Hera walked over to Drakon and said quietly, “Continue to be faithful to me Drakon, and I will grant your wish.”

Drakon looked up at his queen and stared into her face. How did she always know what he was thinking? Bowing low to her he said, “I am your servant, my Queen.”

“Go then, down to the cave and keep an eye on Iolaus. I don’t want him to find a way out of that cave,---yet. I have something important to do. Serve me and I will reward you. Fail me and you will die, and by my hand, Drakon.”

“Your wish is my will, my Queen.” Drakon replied and bowed lowly before disappearing.

Hera walked over to the closet and began to go through her most seductive apparel. “I must find the right---” then her eyes fell on the Red fabric. “Yes, this will do nicely. Let’s see if this will affect Mr. Barnabas Collins!” And a very seductive and almost maniacal laughter erupted within the large halls near the throne of Mt. Olympus.

HERA’S THRONE AND HALLOWED HALLS OF MT. OLYMPUS WERE SHOWN BY GRACIOUS PERMISSION OF HERA, QUEEN OF THE GODS