Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Johnny Depp or Helena Bonham Carter (or else there'd be a hell of a lot more Barnalia in the film).
Note: So yeah, this is my first fanfic on here! Anyways, I wanted to make this a bit fluffier to begin with, but don't worry, you guys'll get your smut soon XD I hope you like it! Reviews are definitely welcome.
It all happened too fast. Barnabas Collins, infamous playboy, millionaire and vampire had just saved his great nephew from a collapsing disco ball. He hadn't thought twice about using his incredible vampire speed to push young David out of the way. The only problem: he was now standing aflame in the middle of the family room. He looked to his left to see Elizabeth staring at him.
"Barnabas…you're on fire." She stated.
Barnabas opened his mouth to say something, but quickly closed it when he saw Willie running towards him with a bucket of water. As soon as the water splashed over his face, he re-opened his eyes to see Victoria staring at him as she never had before. She had fear and confusion in her normally vibrant, blue, happy eyes.
"Victoria…" He whispered as he reached out his hand for her soft skin that he longed to touch.
Right as his long bony fingers were inches away from his face she turned away. His Victoria turned away, and ran. He watched as her fearful eyes ripped away from his and her legs sprinted as fast as they could down the hall.
"Victoria!" He called again, racing after her.
"Leave me alone!" She exclaimed as she ran even faster.
"Miss Winters, please! Let me explain!" His voice echoed down the hallway.
Suddenly Victoria whirled around. "What, Barnabas? What could you possibly have to explain? The fact that you're a vampire and haven't told me? You lied to me, Barnabas."
"But Victoria-"
"What, were you just going to seduce me until you got me alone to suck the blood out of me? No Barnabas. We're done" She said promptly as she turned and continued to walk down the hallway.
And that was when Barnabas felt his heart break. All he ever wanted was Victoria's love, and he thought he had it. He thought Victoria loved him. He thought she wouldn't care if he was a monster. He thought she could see past the fangs and fingernails. Well, he thought wrong.
Barnabas ran back upstairs to his room and started pacing. Try as he might, he couldn't run away form his feelings. Barnabas Collins was heart broken. He ran over to the desk and flipped it over, as hate overwhelmed him. Barnabas hated everything. He hated Angelique for making him into a monster. He hated himself for being such a bloodthirsty savage. Barnabas Collins hated feeling so out of place all the time in this period. Barnabas Collins just hated life. I can't do this anymore. He thought. What's the point of living when I can't love? What's the point of going on if I only live to kill? His thoughts went racing in his mind. The vampire looked in the mirror, and suddenly, he felt nothing. Barnabas smashed his fists against the reflection-less mirror, watching it shatter, like the countless lives he'd taken. Slowly, he walked towards the drapes and threw them open, welcoming the burning light as it seared his flesh. He dropped down on the floor, feeling his body being consumed by flames when he heard a voice.
"Barnabas!" It was Julia, standing in the doorway. She raced across the room and pulled the curtains closed. She stared down as Barnabas lay motionless on the floor, staring up at her.
"Oh, my god! Barnabas, are you okay?" She frantically asked, kneeling down next to him.
The vampire gave a slight nod as a single tear swept down his cheek.
A/N: So yeah, that's the first Chapter! I'll update as soon as I can!