CHAPTER SIX: Obsession with a Vampire
The deeply orange moon cast an eerie glow on the face of Barnabas Collins as he rushed through the woods back to his crumbling mansion. Deep torment was etched on that face. He couldn't stop thinking about Roxanne. Why was she here? Why did she call herself 'Melissa'? It made no sense! None of it did! It was Roxanne at Collinwood. There was no way he could have been wrong. She was a vampire. He could tell that as well. It was easy, him having been a vampire himself before the curse had been lifted. But, even knowing that she was a vampire made no difference to the emotions he felt. Barnabas desired her so much that he felt physical pain from her absence. He wanted to go back to her so badly that he ached inside, the need for her growing worse and worse with each heavy breath. He had to go to Roxanne and take her in his arms and love her and love her and love her and then let her lips kiss his throat and feel his soul drift away until he was with her and she was with him and they were one being.
"Oh God!" He howled at the world.
Julia Hoffman watched Roger and David Collins as they took Sarah Johnson upstairs to her room. Julia waited until everyone had gone to bed, and then crept into Sarah's room with a black bag in her hand. As quietly as possible, Julia hung crosses all over the room: One on the door, one over the bed, and one on either side of the window. She would have to keep the family out of the room, probably she would fabricate a tale that Sarah's illness was contagious. Then, as Julia opened the door to leave, she saw Melissa standing outside the room, full of anger but trying desperately to hide it.
"How is she?" Melissa said, as politely as she could manage.
"Better. Why don't you go in and see her?" Julia answered, her eyes scanning Melissa's face for any change of expression.
Melissa defiantly walked through the open doorway, pushing Julia aside as she did so. Then, only a half step into the room, she stopped dead in her tracks. Melissa violently turned around and ran out of the room, stopping suddenly and staring at Julia with rage.
"She's asleep. I shouldn't disturb her. Goodnight, Doctor." Melissa ran down the hall to her own room.
Barnabas opened the doors of the Old House and rushed inside. It was dark, and he didn't bother to light a candle. The Old House had no electricity. Barnabas fell into a chair by the empty fireplace. He clutched at his heart. He closed his eyes. Roxanne's face was there in his mind, every detail flawlessly remembered. He sunk deeper into the cushions of the chair as he drowned in the memory of his hand upon her hand. Barnabas drifted off to sleep, Roxanne's graceful figure leading the way to beautiful dreams.
Maggie Evans, wild with fear, came to Julia's room only minutes after the doctor had gotten there herself. Julia was quite surprised to see Maggie. "Julia," Maggie began, her face agonized with fear, "There is something in this house! It's evil! Oh my god, Julia, it's going to kill us all!!!"
"Calm down, Maggie. Here, sit in this chair. There, there. Good, now tell me what happened."
"I had this dream," Maggie told her, "And in my dream, I knew that there was something evil here and I saw a face and I will never forget that face because I saw it at the window that same night, last night. It was her! It was Melissa Werd!"
"Melissa? Are you sure?"
"Yes! Yes! It has to be!" Maggie started to grow hysterical again, "Julia, we have to do something before it's too late!"
"Maggie," Julia said calmly, "Melissa's real name in Roxanne Drew. She is a vampire."
"A vampire?!"
"Let me explain. This is going to take some time." Julia then began to tell Maggie about the undead.
It was 1840, Roxanne Drew was in her bedroom, she had just removed her cape and was wistfully remembering the man she had met that night, a mysterious, elegant gentleman named Barnabas Collins. She turned around and saw a figure by her window, a man in a long cape.
"Don't make a sound." he said, it was Barnabas.
"You should not be here," was her futile attempt to be proper, "You must leave."
"I tried to resist coming to you like this, but I kept seeing your face, hearing the sound of your voice. I am the stranger that you spoke of and I will love you as you have never been loved before. I cannot help myself." He was the incarnation of passion.
Barnabas advanced toward Roxanne. She was so lovely, so innocent. There were yellow ribbons in her curly red locks. She saw his vampire fangs and yet, she made no sound. Roxanne had never been loved by anyone before and she wanted this more than words could say. His teeth pierced the soft skin on her neck just above the vein. He felt the rush of thick, sensually rich blood fill his mouth. Roxanne tilted back her head and moaned in sweet delirium.
Barnabas awoke from his sleep abruptly. The hot shaft of sunlight coming in through the large windows had hit his face and his eyes snapped open. The dream had been so vivid that for a moment, he wasn't sure which was real, the dream or the light of the dawn. Instinctively, his hand shot up to his neck. There were no wounds, which meant Roxanne had not come to him while he slept. Barnabas knew that he had to talk to Julia, she would know what to do. Perhaps Julia could help him escape his overwhelming obsession and lust for a vampire.
Barnabas looked out the window at the morning sun and there were tears in his eyes.
The deeply orange moon cast an eerie glow on the face of Barnabas Collins as he rushed through the woods back to his crumbling mansion. Deep torment was etched on that face. He couldn't stop thinking about Roxanne. Why was she here? Why did she call herself 'Melissa'? It made no sense! None of it did! It was Roxanne at Collinwood. There was no way he could have been wrong. She was a vampire. He could tell that as well. It was easy, him having been a vampire himself before the curse had been lifted. But, even knowing that she was a vampire made no difference to the emotions he felt. Barnabas desired her so much that he felt physical pain from her absence. He wanted to go back to her so badly that he ached inside, the need for her growing worse and worse with each heavy breath. He had to go to Roxanne and take her in his arms and love her and love her and love her and then let her lips kiss his throat and feel his soul drift away until he was with her and she was with him and they were one being.
"Oh God!" He howled at the world.
Julia Hoffman watched Roger and David Collins as they took Sarah Johnson upstairs to her room. Julia waited until everyone had gone to bed, and then crept into Sarah's room with a black bag in her hand. As quietly as possible, Julia hung crosses all over the room: One on the door, one over the bed, and one on either side of the window. She would have to keep the family out of the room, probably she would fabricate a tale that Sarah's illness was contagious. Then, as Julia opened the door to leave, she saw Melissa standing outside the room, full of anger but trying desperately to hide it.
"How is she?" Melissa said, as politely as she could manage.
"Better. Why don't you go in and see her?" Julia answered, her eyes scanning Melissa's face for any change of expression.
Melissa defiantly walked through the open doorway, pushing Julia aside as she did so. Then, only a half step into the room, she stopped dead in her tracks. Melissa violently turned around and ran out of the room, stopping suddenly and staring at Julia with rage.
"She's asleep. I shouldn't disturb her. Goodnight, Doctor." Melissa ran down the hall to her own room.
Barnabas opened the doors of the Old House and rushed inside. It was dark, and he didn't bother to light a candle. The Old House had no electricity. Barnabas fell into a chair by the empty fireplace. He clutched at his heart. He closed his eyes. Roxanne's face was there in his mind, every detail flawlessly remembered. He sunk deeper into the cushions of the chair as he drowned in the memory of his hand upon her hand. Barnabas drifted off to sleep, Roxanne's graceful figure leading the way to beautiful dreams.
Maggie Evans, wild with fear, came to Julia's room only minutes after the doctor had gotten there herself. Julia was quite surprised to see Maggie. "Julia," Maggie began, her face agonized with fear, "There is something in this house! It's evil! Oh my god, Julia, it's going to kill us all!!!"
"Calm down, Maggie. Here, sit in this chair. There, there. Good, now tell me what happened."
"I had this dream," Maggie told her, "And in my dream, I knew that there was something evil here and I saw a face and I will never forget that face because I saw it at the window that same night, last night. It was her! It was Melissa Werd!"
"Melissa? Are you sure?"
"Yes! Yes! It has to be!" Maggie started to grow hysterical again, "Julia, we have to do something before it's too late!"
"Maggie," Julia said calmly, "Melissa's real name in Roxanne Drew. She is a vampire."
"A vampire?!"
"Let me explain. This is going to take some time." Julia then began to tell Maggie about the undead.
It was 1840, Roxanne Drew was in her bedroom, she had just removed her cape and was wistfully remembering the man she had met that night, a mysterious, elegant gentleman named Barnabas Collins. She turned around and saw a figure by her window, a man in a long cape.
"Don't make a sound." he said, it was Barnabas.
"You should not be here," was her futile attempt to be proper, "You must leave."
"I tried to resist coming to you like this, but I kept seeing your face, hearing the sound of your voice. I am the stranger that you spoke of and I will love you as you have never been loved before. I cannot help myself." He was the incarnation of passion.
Barnabas advanced toward Roxanne. She was so lovely, so innocent. There were yellow ribbons in her curly red locks. She saw his vampire fangs and yet, she made no sound. Roxanne had never been loved by anyone before and she wanted this more than words could say. His teeth pierced the soft skin on her neck just above the vein. He felt the rush of thick, sensually rich blood fill his mouth. Roxanne tilted back her head and moaned in sweet delirium.
Barnabas awoke from his sleep abruptly. The hot shaft of sunlight coming in through the large windows had hit his face and his eyes snapped open. The dream had been so vivid that for a moment, he wasn't sure which was real, the dream or the light of the dawn. Instinctively, his hand shot up to his neck. There were no wounds, which meant Roxanne had not come to him while he slept. Barnabas knew that he had to talk to Julia, she would know what to do. Perhaps Julia could help him escape his overwhelming obsession and lust for a vampire.
Barnabas looked out the window at the morning sun and there were tears in his eyes.