Vicky shuddered, "I cant believe Michael would do such a thing."
"He is crazy, that's what I think." Willie stated.
"Don't worry Willie, I'm sure the sheriff has made sure Michael wont come back here with those stupid ideas of vampires." Vicky assured him.
"Yeah I'm sure your right Vicky, and besides Julia made me promise to come up to Collinwood right away and call the sheriff if Michael does show up." Willie nodded.
"Vicky..." Barnabas awoke hearing her voice, not sure if it was the cause of the fever or that she was really there.
Vicky hearing her name looked down giving a smile seeing Barnabas awake, "I'm here Barnabas don't worry."
Barnabas looked toward her, "What..are you doing here?"
"Julia told me you were ill, so I came to take care of you. You should have told me you were sick the other day, I would have understood." Vicky smiled.
"Didn't want...to worry you.." Barnabas stated.
"Shh, don't worry about that now. Just get better." Vicky told him before moving to the other side of the bed.
Grabbing the towel, Vicky began wiping the sweat off Barnabas face and neck, before feeling his forehead, noticing his fever was still high. Looking into the bowl, Vicky noticed there wasn't much of the water left. Wetting the towel, Vicky laid it on Barnabas forehead in hopes it would keep his fever at bay. Noticing Willie was still pacing around the room looking worried, she decided to give him a job that could take a while.
"Willie, I need you to do something for me." Vicky got his attention.
Willie came over, "Sure, Miss Winters, I'll do anything."
"I need you to refill this bowl for me with some more cold water. Also this towel is just a little too big, can you get me some rags. If you cant find any, rip up a towel into small sizes and bring them to me." Vicky explained.
"Alright, Miss Winters, I'll do that." Willie took the bowl, running out of the room wanting to come back soon as possible.
Vicky couldn't help but chuckle, knowing he was just worried about Barnabas and wanting to help. Her back towards the door, Vicky heard it opened figuring Willie couldn't figure out something or had a question.
"What is it Wil..." Vicky stopped short when she realized it wasn't Willie, but Michael, "You aren't welcome here."
"Don't worry Vicky, I'm not going harm you, I just want the vampire." Michael stated.
Vicky stood putting herself between Michael and Barnabas, "Your not taking him and he is not a vampire."
"That's what he says." Michael said moving close to Vicky.
As Vicky was grabbed and pushed out of the way, she screamed, "Willie!"
"Oh don't worry he won't be bothering us. I got him knocked out so he wont be waking for a few hours." Michael smiled pulling the covers off of Barnabas.
Vicky grabbed Michael hand, "Don't you touch him! Barnabas is sick, he has a high fever!"
"I don't care, he is a vampire and coming with me!" Michael pushed Vicky out of the way.
Barnabas being awakened by the commotion witnessed him pushing Vicky, "Don't...touch her..."
"Oh, so your awake. Great I won't have to carry you." Michael grinned, "Now get up! Your friend here and you are coming with me."
"Whatever...you wont leave her out of this..." Barnabas groaned slowly sitting up, his whole body feeling sore and hot.
Michael shook his head, "No cause she probably be able to run up to your family and tell them. Then they be down here quicker than I get you in the car."
Vicky went over to Barnabas side feeling the heat coming off of him, "I'm not going leave you in the hands of him. He's gone mad, thinks your a vampire."
Barnabas managed to nod, "I know..." Looking to Michael, "I'll...come, leave Vicky alone."
"You have my word, I won't hurt her." Michael grabbed Barnabas pulling him up off the bed, "Now move!"
Barnabas stood starting to walk, before feeling his body starting to collapse. Vicky ran to him keeping him up, not sure if Michael would kick him while he was down. Supporting him as best she could, Vicky managed to get him downstairs, letting out a cry spotting Willie laid out at the bottom. Knowing he would be alright, Vicky helped Barnabas outside spotting Michael car out front. Not sure if Barnabas illness was a relapse from his disease, Vicky let out a sigh of relief noticing the sun hiding behind some clouds. Forcing them into the car, Michael got into the drivers seat, turning the car on and driving off the estate quickly as it would go. Vicky thought of attacking Michael while he was driving, however couldn't bring herself, knowing it could endanger not only herself but Barnabas as well. Knowing it was useless Vicky laid her head back against the seat, Barnabas beside her trying to stay up right, his face pale and in pain. Slowly Vicky moved over, letting his body lay down his head on her lap as she took her sleeve wiping his face off. Wiping his hair out of face, Vicky felt relief as he seemed to fade off to sleep. However all too soon, Michael pulled the car off onto a gravel driveway going a little ways before stopping in front of an old warehouse beside the sea. Getting out of the car, Michael opened the back door shaking Barnabas awake. Pulling him out of the car, Michael let him drop when Barnabas found his legs weaken beneath him. Vicky slide out quickly kneeling beside Barnabas side, anger filling her eyes as she looked up at Michael.
"Why are you doing this?!" she demanded.
"I already told you, he is a vampire. I'm just going prove it to that dumb sheriff and Roger, along with Julia who was trying to cure him."
"He is not a vampire!" screamed Vicky.
Michael reached down grabbing Barnabas arm, pulling him up, "Get up!"
"Stop it!" Vicky yelled, "Can't you see how much harm you have done to him!"
"Oh, I haven't done anything yet. Now get him into that building, or do I need to make him." Michael threatened.
Vicky shook her head, "No, I'll help him." Vicky watched as Michael started to walk away as she looked to Barnabas, whispering, "We'll get out of this. I promise."
Barnabas barely nodded before willing his legs to move as he leaned some on Vicky as they went into the building. It was empty except along the walls were windows, and some shackles below them. Michael pointed to the window closest to them that was looking out at the sea. Telling Vicky to take Barnabas over there, she had no choice but to obey as they slowly made it over to the window. Reaching it, Barnabas legs collapsed underneath him, his body weak from the fever that still plagued him. Vicky cried out as Michael dragged Barnabas over to the shackles placing one on each of his wrists. Although they wouldn't hurt him, Vicky knew they were made out of silver. Noticing a longer shackle near Barnabas, she wondered what it was for, until Michael approached her placing it onto her right ankle.
"Even though when I leave, the door will be locked, I'm not taking any chances of you knocking out a window and escaping for help." Michael smirked.
"Whats going to happen to us?" questioned Vicky.
Michael sighed, "As I told you before, your be safe, it's him I want. The sun will be coming out when these clouds leave or tomorrow. Soon as that happens, their be sunlight coming in from all these windows. Well for now, I'm going leave you two along while I go get some food. I'll bring you something back to eat."