This is the story of Bramwell Collins, son of Barnabas and Josette as well as others in the Collin's family. Happy Reading and Please REVIEW!
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Samantha had a bad feeling about Morgan as he stood there in the entryway with Catherine speaking to Bramwell, yet she couldn't put her finger yet on what had made her feel so uneasy. There was just something unsettling about Morgan which made Samantha feel as though something were amiss. Morgan was drop-dead-gorgeous, yet there was something almost cold and sinister about him. He had been nothing but polite and gracious to Samantha, yet with her being supernatural, she could feel as well as sense these things. Something evil was controlling Morgan. She could see it in his eyes. They were as cold as the icy waters of the arctic sea. Then Morgan announced that she was Bramwell's sister. Samantha felt a chilling tingle rush down her spine. How had he known that? Samantha hadn't uttered a word about it... so how had he known? Samantha looked deeply into Morgan's eyes, trying to dicipher what it was that was driving him?
She tried to read his thoughts, catch his motives. Something Evil lurked in the the depths of his soul. Samantha had to look away.
Being a witch, Samantha had encountered evil before... but her power was fueled by forces of goodness. She might be one of the few who could defuse Morgan, if he were in fact being controlled by an evil spirit. Samantha didn't want anything to happen to her brother Bramwell, Melanie, Catherine,
or anyone else living at Collinwood. She saw something flash in Morgan's eyes as he was speaking to his bride-to-be. It was almost as if he did not trust her, as if he was deeply jealous, and trying to hide something. She then glanced at Bramwell, seeing how he was looking at Catherine with such longing.
It was obvious... Morgan and Bramwell both wanted the same woman. But who did Catherine want? She wasn't as easy to read as the two men.
Samantha felt dizzy from all the flares of animosity she felt coming from Morgan. Morgan then stated he would walk his wife-to-be to her bedchamber.
Samantha and Bramwell were then left alone once again in the entryway.
"You love her, don't you?" Samantha whispered, looking into her brother's very expressive hazel eyes as he had watched Catherine walk away with Morgan with ever so much longing glowing within his eyes.
Bramwell gazed at Samantha in surprise. "Is it that obvious?" he sighed, feeling a painful tug in his heart when he thought of Morgan making love to Catherine on their wedding night. He just HAD to stop that wedding.
"Well, yes... I have a way of reading people," said Samantha. "But you are treading in dangerous waters, my brother. I'm afraid the Morgan you knew and loved is now gone away..."
"Gone? What are you talking about, Samantha. Have you cast some sort of spell on him?"
"No, I told you my magik is only used for good. I have done nothing at all to Morgan, I swear it," Samantha said adamantly. "Something else has influenced him, something dark... you must not cross him."
"What would you have me do, Samantha? Catherine and I... we had something unlike anything I have ever experienced before. I have to know if she feels the same as I do. I must know."
"Be careful, Bramwell. I am warning you... something dark is ruling Morgan...something sinister. And no one is safe..." said Samantha, as she had no idea what sort of force was causing Morgan's odd behavior.
"Will you take a note to Catherine for me, Samantha? I have to know how she feels for me. I have to know if there is a chance for us. But as you said, I do not want to arouse Morgan's suspicions. He is acting rather peculiar."
Samantha nodded, thinking if that if she took the note to Catherine, it would keep Morgan from turning on her brother. Bramwell walked over to the rolltop desk, scrawled a note on a sheet of paper, folded it, then handed it to his sister. "Thank you, Samantha," he said with a smile. "I appreciate your help in this. Being with a woman such as Catherine is all I have ever wanted..."
Samantha gave her brother a warm hug. "It is good I came to Collinwood, Bramwell. I have always wanted a family of my own..."
Samantha said, as she hid the note in the pocket of her dress.
She then walked up the staircase, heading toward Catherine's bedroom.
She was almost to reach Catherine's door, when she saw Morgan standing there in the hallway as though he had appeared out of thin air. "Morgan," she said, once again feeling uneasy. His sexy eyes seemed to look right through her. Samantha felt as though the very breath had been stolen from her lungs... as though he knew what she was up to, and as if he was reading all of her secrets, even her innermost secret desires. "Ohhh please, don't let him do that..." Samantha was thinking as a heat settled upon her cheeks.
"Then he will know how much I want him..."