Fractured DS History #15
Date: 3/25/98
From: ROBINV

1840

Julia, pacing the living room in the Old House, bit her lip, trying not to let everything coursing through her mind come charging out of her mouth. She couldn't believe this! Barnabas was a damned fool, trusting Angelique, especially now, when he was at his most vulnerable. She would turn on him, like she always did--didn't he KNOW his bitch of an ex-wife by now? Apparently not, Julia thought hatefully.

She turned to Barnabas, an imploring look on her face. "Barnabas, I care for you too much to. . ."

And, seeing the startled, tender look on Barnabas' face, she stopped. She had been about to say it, say the words that had been on the tip of her tongue a thousand times, drop her guard, risk changing everything between them forever.

Before he could respond, she gripped the neckline of her cumbersome 1840 gown and tore it down the middle, sending buttons flying everywhere. She bared her breasts, grabbed Barnabas' head in her hands and dragged him down against her lustfully heaving bosom. She held him pressed between her breasts forcefully, ignoring the fact that he seemed to have no air to breathe. Aw, fuck it! "I love you, you asshole!" she cried. "I have for years! I don't care how good Angelique was in bed--I'm better! Now get your gentleman's ass upstairs--I'm going to prove it to you once and for all!"

When Angelique returned to the Old House a few hours later, she found Barnabas in bed in Josette's room, dead from dehydration. Stunned, she examined him more closely. There was a huge smile plastered across his face, and a curiously blissful expression in his open, dead eyes.

Love, RobinV