Julia stayed on the floor, sobbing into her hands. Barnabas pushed through the crowd of people, catching sight of Julia. His eyes softened.
"Julia," he whispered. Everyone sat silent, some with sad eyes. Maddie was gone, and they all knew that. Some didnt know why. David knew, Elizabeth knew, Carolyn knew, except Willie.
He sat confused, staring at Julia. He didnt know about Victoria, and her evil ways. He was basically clueless to everything, and everyone. Due to him only being the servant, and constantly drinking. You most likely would never seem him fully aware of anything, or sober. He was kinda like Julia. But, he drank more than her. Which was a bit suprising.
Barnabas walked over to Julia, and put her soft hand on her shoulder. He looked down at her, wanting to comfort her in anyway possible, without making her angry. She already couldnt stand him from the incident earlier that day. He mentally cursed himself. He didnt have to kill that police man. He could of taken the hard way out, by telling the truth. But no, he chose to take all the blood the man had, while Julia watched. He felt guilt, and sorrow.
Julia looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. She set her hands down at her sides, and sighed. She looked into his coal black eyes, not breaking her gaze. They sat there for a moment, not a noise in the room. Except for the breathing of others, and moving of footsteps.
Julia stood up quickly, and wrapped her arms around Barnabas. She began to sob again. Barnabas was taken by suprise, and then hugged her. Elizabeth murmed to the children, and Willie. They all silently walked out, and down the steps again. Julia's mother sighed, and followed the others. Barnabas closed his eyes, and sighed.
"It's alright my dear. She shall not get away with this," he said. Her sobbing became quiter, and she stood silent for a couple moments. Her bright orange-red hair skimmed Barnabas's cheek. It reminded him of fire. Energetic, and powerful. Strong, and beautiful. It explained Julia, and exactly what she was. A burning fire, that was strong. But sometimes, it had its weaknesses. Like now.
She shook her head, "No, no. It's not," she said looking up at him. Their faces inches apart, "There's no way she's coming back."
Her voice was shaky. She really did believe it. Barnabas then remembered, he was the one who was supposed to keep an eye on Maddie. It was his responsibility, his duty, to make sure she was safe. Same goes for David. Luckily, he wasnt taken. A pang of guilt struck his chest. He closed his eyes, and shook his head.
"I'm sorry," he said, looking at Julia. She furrowed her eyebrows, and tilted her head.
"About what?" She asked. At that moment, her eyes widened. She remembered.
She shook her head, and looked at Barnabas. He was the one to take care of Maddie, to watch her. Where was he when this happened? Probably in his room, sleeping. Unaware that Victoria was in this house, taking Maddie. Kidnapping her, while Julia stood outside, and found someone who she hadn't seen for years.
"You could of saved her..." she trailed off, unhooking her arms from around his neck. She backed up a few steps, shaking her head, "You...could of," she glanced around the room.
Barnabas took a few steps towards her, "I know, I'm sorry. It was selfish, unresponable. I know," was all he could say. What could he say? She had just lost her neice to a witch, who could kill Maddie for gods sake. She could throw her off a cliff, or keep her imprisoned. Of course, Maddie was a witch, too. But she was just a child, a child who barely even knew much about magic. Or spells, just how to use her own.
"You," Julia said, still backing away, "You killed her?"
Barnabas shook his head immediantly, Julia was just in shock. She was angry, "No, no. I promise I did not kill her. She is just with Victoria right now, we'll find her."
Julia glanced towards the door, that was wide open. Sh could run for it any second. Her mind was jumbled, confused. She didnt know what to do. Stay? Or leave?
Barnabas noticed her sudden glance, "Julia, please listen to me," he said taking a few more slow steps towards her, "We'll find her. You just have to trust me, my dear."
Julia's breath was getting heavier. She didnt know what to think, or who to trust. She shook her head, "No."
She bolted towards the door. Barnabas hesitated, and started to run after her. Her hair flying behind her, her heels clicking loudly on the wooden floor. Elizabeth, and everyone sat on the couches, and seats by the front doors. They looked up, and watched Barnabas and Julia running down the steps. Elizabeth stood up, and walked in front of Julia, blocking her way.
"Julia!" she said grabbing Julia's shoulders. Julia stopped, and shook her head. Tears were forming in her eyes again, her chin quivering.
"Please," Elizabeth said. Julia ripped from her grasp, and pushed to front doors open. She hesitated. Barnabas footsteps stomped loudly. He was at the bottom steps, about to come running after her.
Willie then grabbed Julia's wrist. She pulled, but he tightened his grip.
"I can't let you leave," he said.
Julia glanced behind him, to find Barnabas only steps away, "Let go!" she said. He didnt. She swung her gripped arm, and Willie flew to the right, hitting the wall. There was a loud bang. Everyone went silent. Julia gasped, and put a hand over her mouth. She looking at everyone. They looked nervous.
"Julia..." Barnabas said. He stood in place, glancing between her and Willie, who was now unconcious on the floor.
"I-" Julia hesiated. She turned to face Barnabas, and everyone in the room, "I'm sorry."
She backed up a few steps, and turned. She ran down the steps, and to the gates. Barnabas chased after her. She was faster than him. He stopped halfway down the drive. She was already opening the gates. He stood, and his gaze never left hers.
She glanced back at him, and shook her head. He looked at her with sorrow. She then ran, out of sight. Going who knows where.
Barnabas turned around agrily. He stomped up the stairs, and through the front doors. Elizabeth blocked his way to the stairs, "Barnabas..." she said softly, "She'll be back."
Barnabas sighed, "How would you know?" he said sharply. Elizabeth furrowed her eyebrows, and crossed her arms, "I think I know more about Julia than you," she said.
Barnabas moved past her and stomped up the stairs. Willie moaned, and put a hand to his head. He was waking up. He looked confusingly around the room, receiving glances from everyone.
Julia ran quickly down the road, and to the town. She ignored peoples glares, and confused looks. She held the tears back, not letting one fall.
Maddie was gone, Barnabas let it happen. He was in charge of watching the two most vunerable people in the house, Maddie and David. How could he sit in his room, sleeping in broad daylight, while the kids were alone? Selfish. She knew he was sorry, but he wasnt sorry enough.
She ran until she found a small alley. A rat scurryed past her. She jumped to the side, avoiding it. A small yelp escaped her throat. She stomped into the dark alley. It was filled with trash, and dirt. She leaned against the wall, and let out a loud sigh. There were muffled footsteps. Her eyes shot open, and she looked towards the darkness of the alley. Her heart raced, and she backed up a few steps. Even if she could kill anything, or anybody. She didnt feel safe.
"Well, well," a voice said. It was a male. There had to be more than one. She could sense it.
"Who do we have here?" it said again. Three teenagers came out of the dark. They smiled a wicked smile. And walked slowly towards her.
"Who is this guys?" one of them asked sarcastically to his other two friends. The kids laughed, and shook thier heads.
The teenager in the front squinted his eyes, and took a steps towards her, "Isn't this Dr. Hoffman? Dr. Julia Hoffman?" He asked, glancing at his friends.
Julia furrowed her eyebrows, and backed away. She didnt know what to say. How did they know her? She had obviously never met them, neither would she wanted to.
"It's odd, Angie told everyone you were dead," he said, grinning, "That doesnt seem the case."
Thats how they knew her. Angie. Luckily she was dead now, gone. They probably heard about that, too. Angie told them she was dead? Barnabas must've confessed to someone, of course not being a relative. He would've been kicked straight out. Or, that is what it seemed to be. Either that, or the family would jus shrug and leave it be.
The teenager walked towards her, and trapped her against the other wall. She pushed herself closer and closer to the wall. She was frightened.
"So, what happened? Angie told everyone that old creep in collinsport killed you. She even showed us a recording of him admitting it..." he trailed off. His breath smelled of alcohol, and cigarettes. Julia's breath was heavy. His face was inches from hers.
"Not gonna talk?" he laughed, "I'll make you talk," he said, glancing back at his friends. One teenager pulled out a pocket knife, and started to walk towards them. Julia yelped, and tried to push herself farther into the wall.
"I know there's something weird going on with that family up there," he nodded in the direction on collinwood, "And I want to figure it out," he said grabbing the knife from the other kid.
"Now," he said holding the knife up to her throat, "I know you've been staying up there for a while, and how you suddenly died. Yet, you're still here, strange huh?" he asked grinning.
"Get the hell off me," she said.
The teenager lauged, and grabbed her wrist, "You're pretty funny, ."
Julia glanced at the blade, and looked back at the teen. She couldnt kill him, it was wrong, and unhuman. She closed her eyes. She had to do something. She was pretty thirtsy anyway, it wouldnt hurt.
She opened her eyes, and lifted an eyebrows. She grinned, "I am, aren't I?" she laughed.
The teenager furrowed his eyebrows. Julia then grabbed the teens wrist with her other free hand, and twisted it. He pulled the knife away, and grabbed her other arm. He gasped in pain. She pulled his hand off of her wrist, and pushed him. The knife skimmed her arm, and left a cut. She gasped, and looked down at her arm. The kid hit the other wall.
The other teens gasped, and started to run towards her. She wiped some of the blood off her arm, and waited for the teens attack. One of the kids reached her, and tried to tackle her. She grabbed his neck, and threw him against the same wall the other kid hit. He fell to the ground with a thud.
The last teen tried to do the same thing, tackle her. This time she grinned, and grabbed his neck. She lifted him up, and stared into his scared eyes. This time, she didnt care. She pulled him down, and sunk her teeth into his neck. He yelped, and then went limp. She threw him to the ground. One of the other two teens had gotten up, and was now running towards her with a knife. He was yelling, and charging at her. She turned around, and grabbed his neck, pushing him into a wall.
She sunk her teeth into his neck. He gasped, and dropped the knife in shock. She let him drop to the ground, limp. She looked at his body for a moment before turning to face the first teen. He still lay gasping, from the impact from hitting the wall. It was the teen who pinned her against the wall earlier. She leaned down, to face him. He looked up at her in horror.
She tilted her head, and furrowed her eyebrows, "Am I still funny?" she asked grinning.
He shook his head quickly, side to side. His breath was loud, and he looked in shock.
"No, no. Not at all," he said, pleadingly.
Julia rolled her eyes, and grabbed his shoulder, lifting him off the ground. She slammed him against the wall.
A look of sorrow took over her face. What was she doing?
She shook her head, and bit his neck. He screamed, and soon became limp like all the others. She let him drop to the ground. She wiped her mouth. She luckily wasnt covered in blood. Only a few drops. Drinking before all of this obviously helped her skills.
She looked around at the three dead bodies of the teens. She shook her head, and tears filled her eyes. She couldnt do this, hurt people. She leaned against a wall, and slid down to the ground. She looked around, and tears started to stream down her face.
She couldnt stay here, but she didnt care. Maddie was gone, Barnabas probably hated her, and she killed three innocent kids. She was a monster. A horrible human being. Not even a human being. A horrible vampire.
The cut on her arm, was slowly healing. That was at least a plus from being a vampire. She closed her eyes, and put her head in her hands.
What was she going to do.
A/N: HIIIII:) I really love getting comments wanting mroe of the story! It makes my day! I'm really happy a lot of people are enjoying this fanfic!
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I'm sorry i havent made an update! I've been meaning to, but its constantly busy. I'm reallt sorry! And I'll try and be more active :)
Also, in the next few chapters, this story will be soon coming to an end :( I really love this story, so once I'm done with it. I'm going to re-read and re-do it. I'm going to add more detail and make it better. Of course I'm not changing major things. Just making it better writing :) And then, I'm going to send it to Tim Burton 3 I know, it sounds dumb, but If he reads it or anything, It'll make my life. I might just send it to Johnny, Helena, or even the whole Dark Shadows cast. XD
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