LAST TIME: Neil noticed the dead cat and suspected vampirism. Later, he and Barnabas shared a tearful reunion with Julia. Gillian told Mark she thinks Vicky is a vampire, and then used the bloodless body of the cat to prove her theory. Alora explained to Barnabas her reasons for being at Collinwood.
"It's a dead cat!" said Gillian. "And it looks like it died recently, but why is there no blood?"
"You actually want to see blood?" asked Mark.
"No!" said Gillian rolling her eyes. "It looks as if the blood was... sucked... out."
They looked at each other. "Vicky!" they said in unison.
Barnabas followed Alora to her room. "Alora," he said. "Where is Nicholas Blair?"
"I don't know. All I know is that he is in the form of a phantom-like creature."
"Well, how can be stopped?"
Alora's eyes lowered to the floor and then moved back to meet Barnabas's eyes. "I was hoping you'd ask that. To answer your question, I will have to tell you how Nicholas became... what he is. When Jeb Hawkes killed him by my instruction in 1970, he was sent straight to the river of damned souls in the eighth level of hell. He some how made it out of the river and down to the thirteenth level where...." She took a breath. "Where the Prince Of Darkness keeps his palace. Nicholas asked him to return him to the Earth to destroy the inhabitants of Collinsport. Obviously, the Dark One aggreed, but on the condition that he returns in the form of a phantom, one who must lurk in the shadows, even at night, because light can paralize and even kill them. He is not human, no earthly weapons can kill him. There is a specific light that is needed: a glare of the metal on the Blade of Nadia, when shown into his eyes, can destroy him permanently."
"The Blade of Nadia?" asked Barnabas incredulously. "But no one has ever succeeded in finding that."
"But we must," insisted Alora, "or it will mean the destruction of this entire town."
Allison walked down a dark hallway trying to find the kitchen. She had a slight head ache, so she wanted to take an asprin. She was alone, or so she thought. Noah stepped out of the shadows and followed behing her silently, baseball bat in hand. When she was sure she found the kitchen door, she turned the door knob slowly. Noah rasied his bat. Allison ducked into the rrom just in time to miss a deadly blow. All the while, she never knew Noah was there. He ran off, for fear of being caught with a baseball bat.
Outside, Gillian and Mark stared at each other in amazement. "Do you believe me now?" asked Gillian.
"Gillian, I still don't know. It might have been a really big misquito or something."
"A misquito? I don't think there are misquitoes big enough to suck every drop of blood out of a cat. By the way, it's October, as in the middle of fall."
"Well if there is a vampire, how do you know it's Vicky?"
"Is there anyone else in Collinsport that you've never seen in the daytime?"
Mark looked down at the ground defeated. She had a point. Vicky seemed to only come out at night. She had a little house on the beach, which he and Gillian had vistited several times, each time at night. One thing they noticed was the house's obvious lack of mirrors. Not a single cross hung anywhere. Not even a "God Bless This House" plaque. There was nothing Mark could say or do to convince Gillian otherwise.
Up in Alora's room, Barnabas looked at her with a confused stare. "Well do you have a general idea where the sword is located?"
"I'm afraid I do not," said Alora, "but there is a way we can find out. I must warn you, however, it involves magick. Are you willing to do it?"
"I suppose we must," said Barnabas. "What do we have to do?"
"It is a dream divination spell, so one of us will have to be asleep. Since I know the chant we will use, you will have to sleep. Lay down."
He did as she said and laid himslf down on her bed. "How will I sleep when I'm not tired?"
"Don't worry Barnabas." She went to her closet and took out several boxes of herbs and a piece of purple paper. She put Barnabas' hand on the paper and traced around it with a pen. In the center of the tracing, she drew and eye. Barnabas fell asleep instantly. She held the drawing up and said, "Voici l'oeil prophétique au centre de la main aidante." She took some herbs out of each box and placed them on the paper.
Barnabas dreamed of a beautiful are with waterfalls and rivers. He followed down underneath one watter fall and found a skeleton out of which stuck the Blade of Nadia, with it's gold and jeweled handle and a ruby at the top. Barnabas awoke and, in a trance-like state, he described the location to Alora.
"Barnabas!" said Alora in shock. "You've just described my favorite childhood play spot in Martinique!"
Allison was in the kitchen. She walked over to the refrigerater and poured herself a glass of water. She found the bottle of asprin and put two in her mouth. She gulped them down with a mouthful of water. Parties, she thought, were so tiring.
Someone crept behind her, staying in the shadows so not to be seen. He watched her rub her temples, trying to ease the pain out. Now was the time to make his move.
He ran up behind her and placed a firm hand on her shoulder, making her jump.
"So she's a night person," said Mark to Gillian outside, "there are no such things as vampires or goblins or any of that stuff."
"You don't know the Collinses very well, do you?" said Gillian. "Vicky being undead is probably the least scary thing that has happened here. I've heard my father talk about a little ghost friend he had when he was a kid. There have been times when Carolyn has had weird dreams that come true." She looked down. "You must think we're all crazy psychos."
"But you're my crazy psycho," said Mark, putting his arms around his girlfriend.
"I know," said Gillian. "So do you believe me about Vicky?"
"What about me," asked Vicky as she walked toward them. "Is there something you need to tell me?"
TO BE CONTINUED.............................
"It's a dead cat!" said Gillian. "And it looks like it died recently, but why is there no blood?"
"You actually want to see blood?" asked Mark.
"No!" said Gillian rolling her eyes. "It looks as if the blood was... sucked... out."
They looked at each other. "Vicky!" they said in unison.
Barnabas followed Alora to her room. "Alora," he said. "Where is Nicholas Blair?"
"I don't know. All I know is that he is in the form of a phantom-like creature."
"Well, how can be stopped?"
Alora's eyes lowered to the floor and then moved back to meet Barnabas's eyes. "I was hoping you'd ask that. To answer your question, I will have to tell you how Nicholas became... what he is. When Jeb Hawkes killed him by my instruction in 1970, he was sent straight to the river of damned souls in the eighth level of hell. He some how made it out of the river and down to the thirteenth level where...." She took a breath. "Where the Prince Of Darkness keeps his palace. Nicholas asked him to return him to the Earth to destroy the inhabitants of Collinsport. Obviously, the Dark One aggreed, but on the condition that he returns in the form of a phantom, one who must lurk in the shadows, even at night, because light can paralize and even kill them. He is not human, no earthly weapons can kill him. There is a specific light that is needed: a glare of the metal on the Blade of Nadia, when shown into his eyes, can destroy him permanently."
"The Blade of Nadia?" asked Barnabas incredulously. "But no one has ever succeeded in finding that."
"But we must," insisted Alora, "or it will mean the destruction of this entire town."
Allison walked down a dark hallway trying to find the kitchen. She had a slight head ache, so she wanted to take an asprin. She was alone, or so she thought. Noah stepped out of the shadows and followed behing her silently, baseball bat in hand. When she was sure she found the kitchen door, she turned the door knob slowly. Noah rasied his bat. Allison ducked into the rrom just in time to miss a deadly blow. All the while, she never knew Noah was there. He ran off, for fear of being caught with a baseball bat.
Outside, Gillian and Mark stared at each other in amazement. "Do you believe me now?" asked Gillian.
"Gillian, I still don't know. It might have been a really big misquito or something."
"A misquito? I don't think there are misquitoes big enough to suck every drop of blood out of a cat. By the way, it's October, as in the middle of fall."
"Well if there is a vampire, how do you know it's Vicky?"
"Is there anyone else in Collinsport that you've never seen in the daytime?"
Mark looked down at the ground defeated. She had a point. Vicky seemed to only come out at night. She had a little house on the beach, which he and Gillian had vistited several times, each time at night. One thing they noticed was the house's obvious lack of mirrors. Not a single cross hung anywhere. Not even a "God Bless This House" plaque. There was nothing Mark could say or do to convince Gillian otherwise.
Up in Alora's room, Barnabas looked at her with a confused stare. "Well do you have a general idea where the sword is located?"
"I'm afraid I do not," said Alora, "but there is a way we can find out. I must warn you, however, it involves magick. Are you willing to do it?"
"I suppose we must," said Barnabas. "What do we have to do?"
"It is a dream divination spell, so one of us will have to be asleep. Since I know the chant we will use, you will have to sleep. Lay down."
He did as she said and laid himslf down on her bed. "How will I sleep when I'm not tired?"
"Don't worry Barnabas." She went to her closet and took out several boxes of herbs and a piece of purple paper. She put Barnabas' hand on the paper and traced around it with a pen. In the center of the tracing, she drew and eye. Barnabas fell asleep instantly. She held the drawing up and said, "Voici l'oeil prophétique au centre de la main aidante." She took some herbs out of each box and placed them on the paper.
Barnabas dreamed of a beautiful are with waterfalls and rivers. He followed down underneath one watter fall and found a skeleton out of which stuck the Blade of Nadia, with it's gold and jeweled handle and a ruby at the top. Barnabas awoke and, in a trance-like state, he described the location to Alora.
"Barnabas!" said Alora in shock. "You've just described my favorite childhood play spot in Martinique!"
Allison was in the kitchen. She walked over to the refrigerater and poured herself a glass of water. She found the bottle of asprin and put two in her mouth. She gulped them down with a mouthful of water. Parties, she thought, were so tiring.
Someone crept behind her, staying in the shadows so not to be seen. He watched her rub her temples, trying to ease the pain out. Now was the time to make his move.
He ran up behind her and placed a firm hand on her shoulder, making her jump.
"So she's a night person," said Mark to Gillian outside, "there are no such things as vampires or goblins or any of that stuff."
"You don't know the Collinses very well, do you?" said Gillian. "Vicky being undead is probably the least scary thing that has happened here. I've heard my father talk about a little ghost friend he had when he was a kid. There have been times when Carolyn has had weird dreams that come true." She looked down. "You must think we're all crazy psychos."
"But you're my crazy psycho," said Mark, putting his arms around his girlfriend.
"I know," said Gillian. "So do you believe me about Vicky?"
"What about me," asked Vicky as she walked toward them. "Is there something you need to tell me?"
TO BE CONTINUED.............................