Subj: Barnabas & Quentin War Over Julia -- 2
Date: 7/10/00 12:49:59 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Julianka
Practically flying up the stairs Barnabas raced to the West Wing. Stopping to take a deep breath and regain some of his composure, Barnabas knock as quietly as his frazzled nerves would allow him.
No answer came to knocking. Pressing his ear to the thick oaken door panels he could barely make out a hushed whispers.
"Who could it be?" moaned Julia. "I told you...." This last was followed by a muffled curse word.
"Julia what happened?" whispered Quentin.
"I stubbed my god-damn toe." moaned Julia. "Turn on the lights!"
"Shushhh...Quiet Julia....Who ever is out there will hear you."
At that Barnabas could no longer contain his rage! Seizing the door knob he gave it a vicious twist completely destroying the lock. Slamming open the door he saw Julia standing with Quentin's arm wrapped around her tightly.
"Take your filthly hands off Julia! " screamed Barnabas as he grabbed Quentin and threw him across the room.
As he started to throw himself on Quentin to further bash his brains in, he was stopped short by a hard slap.
Julia stood between him and his intended victim. "Barnabas! What in the hell are you doing! What is the meaning of barging in here and attacking Quentin!" she demanded folding her arms at her waist and glaring at him from narrowed eyes.
"You dare to ask me that!" growled Barnabas fangs showing plainly now. "It is very clear to me what you are up to! I never thought you would sink so low as to allow yourself to be sullied by this....this....degenerate.....womanizing......lying.......worthless ........werewolf...posing as a man!!!!!"
"HOW DARE YOU!!" shouted Quentin leaping to his feet.
Julia threw out her arms. Hands pressed against each of the men's chests trying to keep them apart.
"Shut up! And stop this idiocy at once before you wake the whole house!" she ordered them both.
Backing up a step Barnabas glared at Quentin. "If you are any kind of a man at all, meet me at the Old House and we will settle this!"
Julia quickly covered Quentin's mouth with her hand before he could let hot words fly and commanded Barnabas. "You go to the Old House! I'll will follow you there shortly. I do not owe you any explaination for what you think happened here tonight, but I will enjoy watching your face when I point out how wrong you are! Now get out of here!"