Subj: The Revenge of Nicholas Blair Part 8
Date: 8/2/00 9:04:12 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Shadowalker
He reached out to her as she drew closer, she was again as she always was to him, and his heart and body ached for her, a feeling of want, need and hunger. His love was forever and all consuming for her.
But all too soon the illusion wavered and began to fade away as all of his dreams now.
Slowly, and reluctantly, he fought not wanting to let go of the last moments he had of her, he awoke from his blissful release of the nightmare that had invaded his real world.
It was as if his very thought could bring her back, she appeared. Before his eyes she would still reach out to him, pleading.
"My Barnabas, my husband, my life, my all...he could not really believe, but only wished to believe she was here. Was it merely a dream? No, or was it real? Her voice called to him, begged of his love...He felt himself, through his clouded dreamstate, reaching to her with all his being and soul. Oh, to only be with her again........... his throat choked wth the emotion of the grief of loss of his wife and child.
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Lestat inspected the man who had just entered, Nicholas Blair. He stopped a distance away from Lestat. After a momentary glance at the vampire, he looked at Diabolos, "is this Lestat?"
Diabolos sighed and said finally, and sternly now,"yes, and you both need to get things going."
"Your time grows short and so does my patience".
He waved his hand with impatience now, and taking the two, warlock and vampire away from his sight, away, far, far away from his eyesight, but not his mindsight.
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Lestat now raised the lid of her coffin and gazed over her, taking in her blond hair as it fell gently over her shoulders and the way it blended with her ivory skin and the soft redness of her lips.
The feelings that had been so alien to him now, began to stir again inside of him. Feelings that he had forgotten and had felt were long since gone and forgotten.
As he reached out to touch her hair, her eyes slowly opened.
His hand quickly snapped back before she would know he actually had a weakness as a human with feelings.
A look of confusion and then fear came from her eyes with the look of horror.
The look of repulsion quickly overcame her replacing the others as the memories of the night came flooding back to her.
As she attempted to rise, he offered his hand to her. Even though she had difficulty moving at her size from the coffin as her pregnancy was so advanced at now being 7 months along., she rejected with abhorredness at his offer.
She quickly jerked her arm away from him.
Venom filled her voice as she snarled, "let me return to my husband."
Lestat at hearing that, turned away from her, and quietly stated without conviction, "you are with your husband now, for I am him".
To Be Continued.........