1796 - Collins Mausoleum

Barnabas, his rage so immense and overpowering, he felt it would destroy him, held Angelique's body over his coffin and strangled her, applying more and more pressure to her slim white throat.

Suddenly, the hunger to see her dead was replaced with another, more urgent, need, and he released the pressure on her neck and instead sank his fangs into the jugular beating madly in her throat. He drank her blood eagerly, savoring it, remembering when he had placed his lips elsewhere on her body and enjoyed equally delightful life juices as they coursed over his tongue.

He didn't quaff enough to kill her; for some reason, his murderous rage had deserted him. She opened her shocking blue eyes and smiled luminously up at him. "Yes, my darling, don't stop," she purred. "Don't stop. . ."

Barnabas suddenly felt the need to have a cigarette, and he had never smoked one in his life.

He bent over her throat again, teased the sensitive edges of the two puncture wounds with his fangs, sank them in deeply, then once again began to suck the warm, delectable blood from her veins. She moaned with pleasure, wrapping her arms around him, and clung to him until he had bled her dry, leaving himself totally sated and Angelique drained and dead.

Ben had the two coffins ready to transfer to the ship that same evening. When Barnabas and Angelique, hands clutched together, appeared from the mist on the dock, he gave them a wide berth, so terrified was he.

Mr. and Mrs. Barnabas Collins, vampires, were ready to start their new life together, and the world would no longer be a safe place.

Angelique whispered something in her husband's ear and he chuckled. He copped a feel and whispered something back; she covered his mouth with hers and thoroughly, noisily kissed him.

That night, onboard the ship taking them to England, Barnabas and Angelique proved that vampires can and do have conventional sex--and their post-coital snacks lay sleeping in their cabins, unaware of the blood-sucking, starving creatures in their midst.

Love, RobinV