NOTE: This episode has been re-written. I felt that I had jumped the shark before so I decided to change a few things, making the story a bit more believable. Hopefully I am able to present a somewhat logical conclusion to the season 2 story over the course of the following four episodes. Thanks for reading; hope you enjoy.

Dark Shadows Revival S2 Ep. 7: "Awakening"

CHAPTER 1

"You're absolutely right, Vickie. I think its time I explained everything," Julia had confessed.

Victoria stood in front of the doctor, patiently awaiting an explanation. Wanting for nothing more than to tell her the truth, from Barnabas' vampirism to her journey to 1791 and everything else that had happened over the course of the past year - Julia simply couldn't.

"For the past few months Barnabas' had been suffering from a very rare, and quite fatal, blood disease. Eventually he asked me to become his primary live-in physician. The injections I was giving him seemed effective until last night. I tried my best to treat his illness, but failed."

A slight glimmer of doubt and mistrust could be seen in Victoria's eyes as the two women exchanged tense glances.

Victoria finally chimed in. "Why do you think it is Barnabas never told me about this disease?"

"Only you could possibly know the answer to that question."

Somewhat more phased than before, Victoria turned away from both Willie and the Doctor. It was becoming more difficult for her to refrain from expressing all of the emotions that had built up inside of her. She felt as if though they were eating away at her very soul.

"Please don't announce this to anyone just yet, Vickie."

Victoria was unresponsive and continued towards the door before pausing and turning around; peering back at both Willie and Julia who were poised near the fireplace. "I'm not sure what it is, but I will not stop until I uncover everything the both of you have been hiding from me."

After Victoria had left the room, Willie turned to confront Julia. "What're we gonna do now Doc?" He had asked in a very somber tone.

Julia, upon regaining her composure, "We're going into town to pay a visit to the Professor."

Barnabas opened his eyes, nothing but utter darkness permeating his surroundings. The air - what little there was of it - was musty and reminiscent of decay. The last thing he could remember was a dramatic peak in agony following a bright white light dissolving into hallucinations of loved ones long since deceased. Josette and his sister Sarah came to mind. Seeing these people again brought to him a sense of ephemeral relief from the great pain he had experienced.

Where am I? What's happened to me? Barnabas had wondered to himself as he began to caress his surroundings anxiously. Something felt different. He had no apparent thirst for human blood. One thing he knew for certain was that he was lying on his backside. It did not, however, take long for him to ascertain his fate. And it horrified him, as he came to the realization that he had, in fact, been buried alive. Fear crept into his heart like a spider moving in on its prey. Suspension of rational thinking was instantaneous as survival insticts took over.

Pounding the lid of the coffin with his fist, Barnabas began to cry out in horror, "Please, somebody help me!" As the pounding grew more fierce, and his pleas the more desperate, the wood began to crack and the earth above pour inwards; filling the inside of the coffin. With all of his strength, he thrust himself upwards in an effort to combat the ensuing entrapments.

CHAPTER 2

"I thought we had always promised to be truthful with one another, Maggie." Roger said, his voice filled with uncertainty, as the two of them layed next to one another on the bed.

"I've already told you, Roger. I haven't seen your wife since she was restrained to that asylum years ago."

"You're forgetting the fact that I followed her to the cottage that night and watched you both conspire. About what, I don't know. But don't you dare insult my intelligence, Maggie."

Frustrated and tired of her lies, Roger got up out of bed and dressed himself.

"Why do you continue to let your wife fill your head with these paranoid delusions? We both know of her extraordinary abilities!"

Roger scoffed at her words, "And I know what you're capable of, too."

A possessed Maggie slithered out of bed, reaching up to seductively wrap her hands around Roger's chest. Whispering into his ear, her voice barely above a whisper, "If only things could go back to how they were when we first met... mon amour."

Roger was puzzled by Maggie's momentary lapse of character. "I don't know what you're upto but I've had enough of it!" He snapped, prying her hands off of him and walking towards the door.

Roger turned to glance back at Maggie once more before opening the door an leaving.

CHAPTER 3

"Do you have any idea how late it is, Doctor?" Asked a sleep deprived Professor Stokes who stared wearily onwards at his guests.

Julia replied with great haste. "We're very sorry to disturb you so late, but you must execuse us. We have an urgent matter to discuss with you, Professor."

The Professor let out a small sigh and rubbed his eyes with the tips of his fingers. "Very well, please come in."

Julia and Willie followed him inside as he turned on a light. "We must be very quiet. Amy is asleep in the next room," he whispered.

"Of course," Julia gave a faint smile as she and Willie took a seat on the couch.

"Are either of you thirsty?" The Professor asked hospitably.

The both of them shook their heads. "No, thank you," Julia replied.

"Well then, what can I do for you?" The Professor awaited an explanation for their late visit.

Julia hesitated for a moment. "It's Barnabas. He's... dead."

"Dead?" Stokes questioned, shocked by what he had just heard.

"For the last year I have been treating Barnabas for a rare blood disease; and after having dosed him with what should have been the final injection, his body began to shut down."

"Nothing could have gone wrong with the dose I concocted..."

"I fail to understand, what could I possibly do to help you now?" The Professor asked.

Julia hesitated for a moment unsure of what to say. "Is there any way in which we can try to bring him back?"

"What do you think I am, Julia, a warlock? I can't bring people back from the dead," he scoffed.

"But there must be something we can do!"

"There is. You can go to the Collins family and notify them of his death. Explain to them what has happened so that he may receive a proper burial."

"And what of Angelique, Professor?" Julia enquired. "We just sit by as she executes her vengeance upon all of Collinsport?"

"Of course not." The Professor's eyes met Julia's. "I may have found the solution to ending her reign of terror before it truly begins. I just need a little bit more time to formulate a plan. We should meet tomorrow evening at the Old House, say around seven o'clock."