A/N: This is just a story that came to mind and I wrote in about 3 days flat – one chapter per day. Yes, even I can't believe I did that…whoo. LoL Enjoy! ;0P

CH 1: Danger In Collinsport

'Lemme die, oh please, lemme die...I can't do it' Willie continued to inwardly pray, his trembling fingers snaking their way into his oily blonde hair as he frantically shook his head. She would be next -- Barnabas wanted to kill Maggie Evans -- correction, the vampire wanted him to kill her now that she was learning too much.

"I could never do that" Willie whispered, "Never!"

Running a hand along his upper lip, the servant locked eyes with the horrid portrait over the mantle before immediately looking away. The last time he'd begged God or whatever powers out there to end his wretched life was when he'd thought Maggie was dead, but now that he'd been ordered to harm the one person he genuinely cared for, he no longer wanted to live.

Before Barnabas, Willie had often entertained the idea of making Maggie his own whether she'd be willing or not, but like his freedom, that aspiration had died after he'd opened that damned coffin. His initial thoughts and fantasies of her had all been completely lascivious and tasteless, but now that he'd been forced to care for her, his intentions couldn't help but slightly alter.

Now it wasn't that Willie didn't think of Maggie in a promiscuous manner -- because Lord knows he did at least twice a day -- but the notion of holding her in his arms no longer incurred shameless arousal, but something equally dangerous: love.

Willie could never admit this, of course, but deep down there was, indeed a torch that burned so deeply for Maggie Evans that it was an absolute wonder that he could hold back from telling her how he truly felt.

Many a sleepless night was spent recalling her warm, coffee-colored eyes, full, cherubic lips, and soft, angular face until Willie realized that there could be no other woman but her. He wanted to make love to her, to taste her skin, to feel her legs hug his hips as he'd claim her with his teeth and tongue, but above all, he wanted to hear her proclaim her love for him as he undoubtedly would for her. If he could just gain her love, or if not that, then her trust, Willie figured that perhaps life would finally be worth living, again.

'I've gotta go to 'er' he realized, pressing his lips into a grim line as he shook his head. 'No matter how much she'll think I'm crazy, I just gotta try...'

Taking his coat off the rack by the door, Willie slipped into the heavy article of clothing before heading out into the frigid night air.

Maggie was reading one of her many romance novels when the unexpected knock came at her french doors, her eyes widening as she slowly rose from her perch and placed the book down on a nearby table. "H-hello?" she called, "Who is it?"

"Aw, c'mon, Maggie, please just open the door -- I-I gotta talk ta ya real bad, so at least just gimme a second ta explain..."

"Willie?" Maggie questioned, her brows rising as she opened the doors. "Willie, what on earth are you doing here at this time of night? Don't you know it's half past eleven?"

Taking this as an unspoken invitation, Willie entered her bedroom on unsteady legs, all the while babbling, "Yeah, a' 'course I know that, Maggie, butcha see, I just had ta see ya -- it's real important, in fact." Now turning on his heel, he asked, "Whaddaya think a' leavin' Collinsport for a while, huh? Maybe for a few months?"

"Leave? Willie, what on earth are you talking about?" Maggie demanded, clutching at the wrap to her nightgown as she regarded him with fearful eyes. "Did you honestly come all the way over here just to suggest I take a vacation?"

"W-w-well no, I-I just --"

"Just what, Willie? What are you so afraid of?"

"N-nothin'! I-I mean..." Sighing, the servant gave a frustrated grunt before massaging the bridge of his nose. "Look, Maggie, if ya stay here, you'll be in a lotta danger, alright?"

Maggie gave a start. "Danger? Willie, you aren't making any sense! How do you know I'll be in danger? Did somebody tell you this?"

"N-no, I-I just...just..."

'Will be forced ta kill ya' his mind finished cruelly.

Panicking at this realization, Willie seized Maggie by the arms before hissing, "Look Maggie, i-if it's just a matter a' money, I'll personally see to it thatcha get some, alright? Hell, I'll even pay for your train ticket if ya just promise ta get outta here!"

"Willie, you're scaring me! If you gave me a reason as to why I'm in danger perhaps I'd listen to you, but you haven't! Please...just leave me alone!" Maggie begged, tears beginning to form along her lashes as Willie gave her a frantic shake.

"Dammit, Maggie, just go!" he growled. "What other reason do I hafta give other than the fact that if ya stay, you'll die!?"

"D-die?"

Willie nodded. "Yes, Maggie, yes! Now don't ask me any more questions about how or why I know, 'cause I'm not even sure a' that, myself. Just promise me you'll get on the next train leavin' Collinsport, alright?"

Maggie didn't know why she did it -- honest, she didn't -- but after Willie's frantic pleading, she found herself giving a reluctant nod of the head as her consent. "Alright, Willie" she agreed, "I'll go...but only for a little while."

Willie could scarcely contain himself at her words, his relief almost causing him to sweep her off her feet and bestow her with a big, thankful kiss.

"Aw, that's great Maggie, just great" he gushed. "I-I swear thatcha won't regret a thing!" Catching himself, Willie gave a jerky nod of the head as his farewell, now heading back into the outside world as quietly as he'd come.

A/N: As you can see, that was clearly just a bunch of crap that I wrote to get to the next chapter. lol