Fractured DS History #12
Date: 3/17/98
From: ROBINV

"Hello, Mr. Barnabas Collins. I've been waiting for you. . .I've been waiting for you a long, long time."

Barnabas, stunned, surveyed the red-haired woman who stood smiling at him. Her long nightgown whispered as she approached him, her hands behind her back. He stared her down, unable to help admiring her courage. Not that it would help her. She had seen his lack of reflection in her little round mirror; she had learned what he was. He was going to kill Julia Hoffman!

He gazed into her lovely, caring face and noticed how high her cheekbones were, how full her lips. Instead of curling his hands around her throat and squeezing the life out of her, as he had planned, he found himself drawing her into his arms, his embrace. He could see her pulse beating steadily in her throat, and a hunger swept over him, not just for her blood, but for her, for this brave woman who had foolishly, deliberately lay in wait for him.

He bit into her throat greedily, homing in on her jugular. She cried out, a sound more of passion than pain. He drank urgently, filling his veins with her blood, not even thinking of stopping, dear God, unable to stop sucking every drop out of her.

When he was done, Julia Hoffman was dead, her body completely drained of the life-giving fluid upon which he depended for survival. He knew she would rise as a vampire soon, and he placed her carefully on the bed and waited.

He smiled, feeling happiness swell in his heart. He would never be alone again. "Josette who?" he asked.

Love, RobinV