Subj: New Story
Date: 6/7/01 9:54:06 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Shadowalker
Willie looked for anything, even just the tiniest, thinnest hope of compassion in Barnabas' long dead eyes.
All he saw were the endless abyss of the inky blackness of death instead.
To complete Willies torment was the ghostly whispers that now formed through the long rotted lips of his master.....
Heavilly rasped tones invoked, "I will always be your master, and you must always obey"...
The tears stung and pricked at his skin. Cold, dark and alone, he would never be allowed to forget what the duties of his master and he of the servant...
The days of physical and mental degradation may be gone, but the spirtual will continue to weave and ooze through his tormented soul and mind....
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Willies head flew up, his eyes seeing for the first time, his destiny, for the first and last time......
Over and again, as the words repeated in his delirious reeling and maddening mind.....his lips mouthing through the shock, the words of his master.....
Willie had come by daily to check on Barnabas as agreed by The Collins as a whole and as sense of obligation by himself.
Just before running back to his small cottage at night, he would visit Barnabas...he would sit by the small wooden chair by the old and weather-beaten resting place.
He would relate of the days happenings as he did long ago, when he would tell Barnabas in the excitement of the newest gossips.....,to "talk and tell, to please Barnabas, to see the smile or glint in his masters eyes..... anything and everything Willie would do...anything and everything.....
But now in his rapidly unfolding mind.........Barnabas is gone....... But no...for the evil one was before him..
Willies eyes blinked furiously at the rapid escaping of the sane world, trying in his last desperate attempts to hold onto something of himself...
But there was no hope anymore, and sadly...somewhere in his last dying thought, he knew...,
Willies mind had finally snapped at this point.
Feeling the icy coldness, Barnabas reached towards him, caressing his cheek with the rotted flesh of his fingers, In Willies last words were heard...."Maggie I love you..."
Irratated that Willie words were not formed in the form of "I shall always obey you", Barnabas.
A mild snort, then words from the lips that now had forming flesh to speak,
"Still disappointing me Willie, even in your own death?"
The vampires smile oily as his rotted fangs destended again on the veins that were almost collapsed on his man-servant,
"You are still serving me well Willie, you still obey, do you not?"
Tenederly as the dying form of Willie lay in Barnabas' arms, he brushed away the strands that began to stick to the ever growing coldness of the body.
Enraged, Barnabas had picked up the words of the professed love of Maggie and sneered.
The words, had been more weakly whispered from the lips of a dying man, hoarsly flew through Willies mind, taking the last part of his dying spirit and soul.
Willie sobbed the last of his tears , knowing he'll never come to fully show Maggie his love and a life that could have been, but will never be now..
Finally, Willies eyes lost the life they had shown for 35 years........
Death finally claimed the spirit of Willie Loomis...
Before Willies final gasps of breath, the masters fangs plunged into the life sustaining artery.
Barnabas smiled as the life fluid, traveled though the ancient veins, renewing, replenishing the energy....his own body now wanting the carnel pleasures as the life returned to the cadaver.
Willies head, now hung limp, but still seeing and knowing however the horrors, provided a perfect and delicious decadant opportunity to Barnabas...necrophilia...
Snaking his deceased tongue into Willies mouth. Willies last memories would be seeing the flash of the lightning outside the lead cut framed windows of the old house.....and the words......
"You MUST obey for am your master"..........