Subj: The Revenge of Nicholas Blair Part 12
Date: 8/11/00 7:07:57 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Shadowalker
He quickly crossed the room and swept her up into his arms.
They held on to each other for several minutes, finally, Barnabas' voice caught with emotion, said "oh my God Ann, I was so worried and frightened for you."
Ann looked in his eyes, "My Barnabas, my love. I cannot stay long."
His face just minutes ago, which held joy and elation, became desperately concerned. Finally releasing her, he took her arm and guided her to thier bed.
"Come, sit down." Barnabas said, and thier child, as if knowing that they were home again and safe, moved inside her. Barnabas tenderly placed his hand upon her stomach and then smiled to Ann.
"Tell me what has happened to you?" He tenderly brushed a wisp of her hair from her face.
"Oh, Barnabas," she fell into his arms again, sobbing.
He held her gently, "hush, Ann. You must tell me everything so I can help."
He took a tissue and began to dry her blood tears from her face. Shock at first from seeing the tears, he should have known, they were as his own had been for many years. Then another flood of sorrow hit him when he took the tissue from her eyes.
She sat up and began to tell him what had happened upon her awakening with Lestat bending over her. That he had brought her to an old building, and what he had planned to take the baby, from her.
And that she is now eternally bound to him. If Lestat discovered that she came to see him tonight, that Barnabas would be killed. As he listened to this, his anger and hatred renewed itself for Lestat.
It festered and grew like a poisonous growth within him again. He remained quietly listening to her, as to not cause her more grief at this moment. She continued, "That is why, my sweet, I cannot stay for long, I must be back before he returns."
"Shh.. Ann. Stay and we will somehow defeat Lestat and Nicholas". He took her into his arms and cradled her. She placed her head on his shoulder, and nuzzled against his neck.
She heard his voice, it became now muffled, for another sound invaded her ears, roaring like a great rush of water. His heartbeat was felt throughout her own body as her senses tuned into his own. But it was his own blood coarsing through his own veins.
And then her hunger gripped her, desperately she tried to stop it, to fight the beast who threateed her husband, but she could not. Her need was primal.
Before she had realized what had happened, her vampire instincts caused her fangs to distend and finding her mark, pierced his flesh. She fed on him, and his moans of pleasure were mixed with agony, pleasure and passion and disbelief.
In the height of thier orgasm, he clutched at her violently, and then finally releasing her. She was finished, pulling her fangs from him, she purposly teased himan scraped them along his neck.
The guilt of what she had just done to him, rushed through her. He had become weakened and began to slump. She gently lay him back on the bed. His eyes were almost close now, and she placed his head onto her lap, brushing his hair from his eyes.
Curiously undaunted now when she saw his wounds, her instinct took over as she bent downwith her mouth to kiss his neck were the wounds were still bleeding. Using her tongue, she licked and teased the openings, slowin the bleeding as Barnabas' passions began to rise for the erotic touch of the vampire.
A low moan once again escaped from his lips. She lovingly placed her hand on his cheek, and then, stroked his fevered brow, he looked up to her, knowing that she could not help her thirst and hunger, he remembered those feelings only too well.
She came close to his ear, and whispered to him, "I will somehow come back to you again tomorrow night, my love". She then kissed him.
Rising, and walking towards the door, she looked back one last time at him, she smiled.
Turning away from him, she placed her hand on the doorknob and was gone.