Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Series 10/Chapter 7: IN THE THIRD EYE OF MEDUSA





It was the evening of a new moon, a fresh breeze from the departing storms swam into the atmosphere like a bird flowing into it's nest, chilling every person in town. As the clouds continued to leave the sky and open up for the new moon a star twinkled between the eyes of the constellation of Medusa; the most powerful celestial moment of the year.

As the dangers of this new moon occurred, Andrew and Serena made it over to great house of Colliwood in a desperate attempt to find any remaining serum created by Kimberly Collins years ago that she used to treat her own werewolf creation, her son Christopher.

"She can't see you, do you understand? Whatever happens in the next few hours, Alexandra cannot see you or hear you or even know you and are I mixed up in all this together. It's very important." Andrew said as he and Serena sat in the car just outside of Collinwood waiting for the right moment to make their move.

"You really like her don't you?" Serena asked.

Andrew only looked out of the car window, his feelings for Alex were so powerful, yet he had just met her. The memories that he could see were so vivid it was as if he had lived them with her instead of only inheriting them from Chris. But they were real none-the-less.

Serena noticed his confused reaction to what she had asked and tried to adjust the mood in the car.

"Listen, I know that what I have done to you is impossible to forgive, but...I really want you to know that I'll do anything I can to make sure you're safe from now on. There's nothing else I can do, but try. What I did was terrible, Andrew, and as I said before, I'm really sorry. We're going to make you better. I promise."

Andrew turned back to Serena and gave her a small smile.

"Thanks." He said softly. "We should get up there. Just stay behind me and when Alex let's me in I'll leave the door leaning on the lock so that you can come in after me. Just be sure, like I said, that no one sees you." Andrew said as the two got out of the car.

Andrew and Serena quietly made their way up to the front of the main house on Widow's Hill. Andrew was awestruck. The house was much larger in person, as he had only seen it in the distance while he roamed around town and different vantage points around Collinsport.

He stared up and the murky sky, the clouds, steel blue in color, swiftly crossed the deep grey of the sky. She continued to look at the architecture of the house. The stain glass window over the main staircase, the small gargoyles at the top of a chimney staring down on the front lawn like guardians protecting a castle from intruders.

"It's magnificent." Serena said, who had never been to Collinwood either.

"It's like a castle in a fairy tale." Andrew said.

As Andrew continued to look at the mansion in awe, a sudden flash in his mind sparked. It was so bright and so white, it was as if someone had shined a flashlight in his eyes. With this flash came a stabbing pain in his head and then something awful, another one of Christopher's memories came in to view.

Andrew could feel fog, and ice cold wind, he could feel grass beneath and dirt sticking to his wet feet, when he looked down his feet were paws. His actual feet were paws. He looked around again, this memory, and he could see thick layers of forest all around him. It was dark, it was misty. He was chasing someone. He was after someone, and he could taste in his mouth the thirst for killing whomever he was after.

Andrew could see in this memory, that this person was right in front of him, it was a woman. She was screaming and running and trying to get away, terrified for her life. He could feel his heart pound while on the chase and hear himself growl and groan. Then lights. Something bright.

As he finally came to almost catching the person the bright lights of a door step illuminated the woman's face. It was Alexandra standing on the very same door stop of Collinwood pounding on the door for someone to let her in.

"Hey, Andrew...Hey!" Serena said, snapping Andrew out of the memory from Christopher.

"He tried to kill her." Andrew said out of no where.

"What? Who?" Serena asked.

"Christopher. He tired to kill her once."

"How?" Serena asked, unsure if she really wanted to hear the answer.

"He had changed into....that....thing, and he was chasing her and he came here. Right here, this very spot and tried to kill her. Oh my god, do you think that'll happen to me too?" Andrew worried.

Serena became a bit nervous. She had no idea how to answer. All she knew was that in a few hours the moon would be full again and Andrew would be in desperate need to get away from anyone and everyone.

Serena took a breath and shook her head of the awful thoughts of Andrew hurting anyone while under the power of the lycan moon's pull.

"Just focus on us getting the serum...everything will be alright." Serena said unsure of how much truth there was in what she had just said. She then stepped a side and hid away as Andrew knocked on the great oak doors.

Andrew took his own breath and stepped into the door way that was slightly lit by small orange lantern on either side of a large oak double door etched with a square like pattern. He reached up and grabbed the ring in the lion's mouth of the door knocker and used it to knock again.

The sound was like a timpani drum echoing through an empty room, ringing loud so that everyone in the house could hear.

Andrew waited a few seconds and looked behind him. Serena was completely hidden.

The door opened, and there stood David Collins.

Their eyes met instantly. This was Chris' adopted father. The man that took Chris in after the tragedy that was Christopher Reed's biological father Victor Reed's death. Chris' memories had yet to remind Andrew just how Victor died. David, too, suddenly felt a warmth in his body looking at Andrew. He remembered that quick moment they shared in the hospital when Andrew came to and called him dad, a side-effect of Christopher's memories.

"Well, this is a surprise." David said.

"Mr. Collins, hi. How are you?" Andrew asked, nervous from the start.

"Doing well, thank you. Please come in! Come in!" David said stepping aside for Andrew to enter, but not leaving the door knob loose for Andrew to rig for Serena.

Andrew looked down and saw David close the door completely behind him, he gulped with anxiety.

"What brings you up to Collinwood?" David asked as he took Andrew's coat and the two stood in the foyer.

"I'm actually here to see Alex. We have a date this evening. Did she step out? Or?" Andrew asked shyly.

"Oh!" David grinned. "No, no I'm sure she's here. You know this house is so big we sometimes don't know who's home and who's not, who's coming who's going. It's a pain really. Please come in to the drawing room. Relax." David said now ushering him into the next room.

"Wow." Andrew said as he carefully looked around the old room filled with historical family paintings and artifacts of years gone by. The walls even looked as if they were somehow ready to tell a story even without the faces in the frames looking back.

"That's my father. Roger." David said to Andrew who was looking at a portrait hanging close to the fireplace. "He died many years ago."

"I'm sorry." Andrew replied.

"It's fine. I've been able to grieve in my own way over 30 years ago. He and I had a ..." David paused. "Complicated relationship to say the least."

"I can definitely relate to complicated relationships with fathers." Andrew joked.

"That's right. Your father is ...well, a complex person too I'm sure. The police told me he won't be charged with my son's death. You should all be very pleased with that." David said, trying to pretend to be happy for Andrew's father, even though he was furious.

"I don't know if I would say that exactly. Mr. Collins, for what it's worth and I know it sounds hollow coming from the person who benefited most from Chris' death, but I am really very sorry about what happened to him. If I could ...I would....I ..." Andrew said as he looked past David and saw that Serena was slowly sneaking into the house from the main door that David evidently closed shut but did not lock.

"Would what?" David asked waiting for Andrew to finish his sentence.

"Huh?" Andrew said his mind now in two different places.

"You were saying something about Chris and how if you could you would ...." David said now seating himself on the sofa across from Andrew who followed David's lead and sat down as well.

Andrew's mouth dried up. He was suddenly stricken with panic as Serena disappeared in the house in search of whatever she could find that would make Andrew from changing.

"Andrew?" David said, but Andrew only looked at David with eyes of panic and worry.

While the two men talked in the drawing room, Serena quietly made her way around the first floor of Collinwood where she was told she would find the old office that Kimberly used to make the various amounts of serum that would slow and ignite Christopher's werewolf transitions.

The serum, created decades ago by Dr. Kimberly Collins, was used on her infant son Christopher's body that had been infused with mutated DNA that gave him all the superhuman strength and agility of a full lycan without having the child bit by a werewolf at all.

Christopher was born to be used as a weapon decades ago by The Organization of the True Hearted, hell bent on destroying the supernaturally cursed family in Collinsport. All of this: Chris' lycan transitions, Kimberly Collins and Victor Reed's affair that produced Chris, the werewolf DNA, the attempt to use Chris as a weapon against the cursed Collins family was all exposed years ago, but the serum was still a mystery to those new to the DNA now running through Andrew's body.

Was there more? If there were more, could it still be used to cure Andrew?

Serena walked slowly in the halls. She carefully peered into the various rooms she came across. All of them dark, and gloomy and none of them looked like an office that Kimberly would use, or a lab, or anything remotely like what Serena and Andrew were hoping for. She continued on her way through a group of smaller rooms, studies, and a small office, with each and every step she burrowed down into the body of Collinwood she felt as if she were being watched, as if something, somewhere were making sure she were getting lost. Every hall began to look the same, every room began to seem stranger and more repetitive. It was as if she were in a maze, losing herself, losing track of time and losing her mind.

Serena suddenly realized she had to snap out of it. Whatever was keeping her running around in circles on the first floor would no longer occupy her time. She believed perhaps, that the Kim's office was down a second hall that she saw as she passed through the foyer. She turned back around and made her way towards where she came from as quiet as she could so that David did not her hear.

Finally, she found her way back to the main entrance and the foyer; slowly, quietly as to not make noise on the foyer's tile ground. She slipped past the staircase and was about to turn down the second hallway when someone at the stop of the stairs cleared their throat. Serena looked up and saw Alexandra, standing stern and furious at the intruder.

"I thought I felt something rummaging through an old part of the house. I guess my little maze trick didn't work." Alexandra said, admitting to being the person behind Serena's feeling of being caught in an ending maze with her psychic abilities.

"I..." Serena said not knowing what to say next and being trapped like a rat.

"What are you doing here?" Alex said as she slowly made her way down the stairs.

Serena quickly backed up and hid herself in the hallway frightened Alex's voice would alarm David.

"I asked you a question." Alex said again.

Serena put her finger up to her lips shushing Alex. She had nothing left to lose, if anyone would understand what she and Andrew were trying to do, it would be Alex, the woman who loved and suffered along with Chris.

"I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry for coming here like this. But we didn't know what else to do." Serena said in a hushed voice.

"We?" Alex asked.

"I'm here with Andrew. He came to pick you up and I was supposed to look for something. Something that he needs." Serena explained.

"What are you talking about? What does Andrew need?"

Serena didn't know how to tell Alex what Chris' DNA had done to Andrew. She was terrified that Alex would overreact and cause even more problems for herself and perhaps for Andrew. But she had no choice, Andrew needed the serum and if anyone knew where it might be it would Alexandra.

"Chris' DNA is having adverse effects on Andrew's body. He's ..." She paused. "changing."

"Oh my god. Not again." Alex answered as she turned from Serena in a worried stance.

"You know then." Serena said, confirming that Alex understood exactly what happened to Chris.

"I know." Alex said softly.

"Alex, where's the serum that cured Chris. It was something his mother Kimberly made years and years ago that she would use on his to make him change and then to change him back when she needed to. We heard that it was made here and if there's more we could use it on Andrew and save his life. Please..." Serena begged. "Where is it?"

Alex slowly turned away from Serena. There was a stark and painful truth to everything that was about to come out of her mouth. The truth was there was no more serum. It had been destroyed in a cruel and jealous argument years ago at her own hands. Alex had destroyed the serum in a fight with Chris over his affair with Claudia.

"There's no more Serena." Alex said.

"What do you mean?"

"It's all gone. There's no more serum, I destroyed it a long long time ago." Alex said with tears in her eyes.

"WHAT?" Serena gasped.

"It was a mistake, and Chris was cured, for the most part, because his mother was still alive and was able to create more doses using notes of the antidote. But she's gone now and so are her notes. There is nothing left." Alex replied.

Just then, as the it all began to sink in to Serena that there might be no hope for Andrew, a scuffling sound came from the open door of the drawing room. The two women turned to see what it was. It was David slowly walking a slumped over Andrew into the foyer.

"Oh my god! David, what happened?" Alex said rushing over to Andrew, Serena quickly following.

"I don't know. We were talking in the drawing room waiting for you and he suddenly started to sweat and he turned pale, and his eyes started to glaze over." David said. "I was going to take him to the hospital.

"He's soaking wet!" Serena said, as David looked over at her confused as to how she was even in there in the first place.

"We have to get him out of here." Alex said.

"I'll drive him to the hospital!" David said.

"NO!" Both women shouted, knowing that Andrew was going through his lycan change.

David looked confused.

"His car is just outside, we'll take him. Don't worry." Alex said with a nervous smile as Serena placed one of Andrews arms around her neck and Alex did the same with the other.

Andrew started to groan. The moon was slowly passing over into position as the time and the night went on. The two women quickly got Andrew outside and into the backseat of the car.

"Where do we take him?" Alex asked, her whole life with Chris flashing before her eyes.

"Jeffery has a place. We have to get him back to the hotel before he changes completely."

Serena started the car and spun out in the Collinwood drive way and quickly made their way through the fog down to the village to get Andrew to a safe place before it was too late.

****


 While the drama unfolded at the main mansion up at Collinwood, there were just a few more bits of moon-light phenomena happening at the old house. It was time for the union that Angelique had been promised.

 Angelique prepared for her final union with Barnabas, a step that would finally combine their powers and ultimately allow them to be indestructible.

This was a feat Angelique had wish for 5 decades ago. She knew that the two of them could attain so much power if they worked in concert instead of against each other. Getting Barnabas to sign on was as complex as it could ever have been but Angelique felt as if she had him right where she wanted him. Like a spider trapping a fly in her web, slowly and carefully waiting to devour him in one full swoop.

As Angelique prepared for the ceremony in the Old House drawing room, Carolyn began to feel an uneasiness all the way from the big house of Collinwood. She paced back and forth in her room, her stomach doing somersaults over and over as if it were preparing to jump out of her body at any turn.

She drank water, she sat down, she got up, she paced, she drank more water. Nothing would shake this feeling. Nothing Carolyn tried would stop this bizarre nervousness from falling flat and putting her back to normal. In all her life she knew, that only one person made her feel this way.

Carolyn looked out of her window and stared over the large green hills that stood between Collinwood and the Old House.

"What are you up to?" She whispered to herself as she thought of Barnabas and their last volatile confrontation.

Carolyn grabbed her coat that was hanging on the back of a love-seat in her bedroom and made her way over to the Old House.


Angelique, dressed in an ice blue gown covered in diamonds came down the main staircase of the Old house Barnabas was already awaiting her in the drawing room where the thick curtains had been pulled back allowing the orange and pink glow of the setting sun to enter the room.

"How do I look?" She said at the foot of the staircase to Barnabas who was staring up at his own portrait above the lit fire place.

He had to admit to himself how beautiful she looked. Her eyes and dress were sparkling like a summer sea. Her skin was a perfect peach tone and the diamonds around her neck reflected on her skin like tiny stars in a night sky.

"Let's get this over with." Barnabas said, not giving into Angelique's treacherous beauty.

Angelique lifted an eyebrow in frustration and came into the drawing room where a book of spells had been placed on a podium in front of the window facing the setting sun.

"This has been a long time coming, Barnabas. Together you and I can take over the world if we wanted to. We could rule over this place and any place ... all our dreams will come true after this, you'll see!" Angelique said to a uninterested Barnabas.

"I'm only allowing you breath in your body at this very moment because you provided me with information on the person who attempted to take my life, if you had never told me it was Julia, I would have you dead in a new grave faster than you could blink." Barnabas growled, still unaware that Angelique had lied to protect Curtis--the real culprit.

Angelique, rolled her eyes "You flatter me, now place your hand on the book." She said.

Barnabas complied.

Angelique closed her eyes, and placed her own hand next to Barnabas on the other page, careful for them not to touch, and began her Latin chant, combining them in an unholy union that would make them richer in powers, stronger in all aspects and turn the world of the Collins family upside down with all of the energy of the new moon.

"Lunam intra corpus levius. Sit tibi, nos ambo suimul.
Lunam intra corpus levius. Sit tibi, nos ambo suimul
Lunam intra corpus levius. Sit tibi, nos ambo suimul!"


Barnabas began to feel warmth under his hand. A small breeze began to blow from out of nowhere and blew the fire out in the fire place. He kept his eyes closed but could feel the heat warming through his hand and up his arm.

Angelique continued to chant.

"Lunam intra corpus levius. Sit tibi, nos ambo suimul.
Lunam intra corpus levius. Sit tibi, nos ambo suimul
Lunam intra corpus levius. Sit tibi, nos ambo suimul!"


The light of the sky was now a deep purple. The sun was setting. The moon would soon fill the sky in the position of Medusa's third eye. The energy began to flow from Angelique's words into her body, and she too began to feel the warmth of power serge through her. It was working. The two were combining, uniting, a powerful force that could take over the world.

"BARNABAS!!!!" A voice screamed from the open front door.

It was Carolyn in complete shock at what she was seeing.

Angelique and Barnabas opened their eyes and turned to the sound of the voice seeing Carolyn,  the spell only half way done. Barnabas lifted his hand from the book ending the spell before it could finish crippling Angelique with only half of what she needed to be the most supreme sorceress on the planet.

Carolyn was shaking, she could not believe what she was seeing. She remembered Angelique for so many vicious and terrible reasons. She remembered just how horrible and cruel she was. And she especially remembered 5 years ago when Angelique, still trapped in the underworld tried to pull Carolyn into the mirror locking here away in that same black space.

"Leave." Barnabas said, his voice soft and concerned towards Carolyn for the first time in almost a year.

"What have you done?" Carolyn asked stepping forward into the room.

"Carolyn please...you should not be here." Barnabas said stepping in front of Angelique, he was finally feeling a guilt that had alluded him. Something had switched. Something had turned. This was not what he wanted. This was not what he felt was in his soul.

"Nice of you to drop in---unannounced--Carolyn." Angelique hissed.

"What is she doing here? Did you...? Barnabas did you bring her here?" Carolyn asked seeing the witch Angelique.

"How very typical of you, Carolyn, to think that every little bad thing that happens around here is Barnabas' fault." Angelique said, stepping around Barnabas to confront Carolyn. "When in fact, it was you who summoned me back here in your little seance. Remember?" the witch teased.

"No." Carolyn said in denial.

"Yes." Angelique quipped in return. "Your little seance to conjure Jude did more than just that. It brought me back, ma petite cherie. So ...it was you. You are the one you brought me back." Angelique explained to a disgusted Carolyn.

"Why would you...what are you....? Barnabas!?" Carolyn said changing the subject quickly her mind going in several directions unable to grasp what she had walked in on.

"You don't understand." Barnabas said in a solemn voice.

"What have you done? Have you sold yourself to her again? Barnabas.....how could..." Carolyn said, tears in her eyes as Barnabas interrupted her.

"I had no choice.!" He yelled back, seeing the terrible pain he was causing his cousin. "I was enraged. I was convinced of something that I could not began to fathom and now I had to comply with what was given to me as the truth. My life depended on it." Barnabas continued to explain referring to his deal with Angelique for the information on who tried to kill him.

"How could you? Angelique is evil incarnate! What on earth could she have given you in return for this....this...unholy union?" Carolyn responded.

"I find that rich coming from someone who came here not too long ago with a stake in her hand with Julia Hoffamn." Angelique shot back.

"What?" Barnabas said in shock, he had only been told Julia was the original attempted murderer, he had never known Carolyn too had come that first night.

"That's right my love," Angelique said with an evil grin. "I tried to protect you from the truth, I know how much it would have ruined your little fantasy of a happy family if you knew that not only did your dead-ex-wife Julia tried to stab in you in the chest but so did your lovely cousin Carolyn."

"Carolyn....It was you....You tried to kill me?" Barnabas said, his voice cold and sad. His heart now breaking at the realization that his beloved cousin had also been involved in Julia's plot to kill Barnabas and not Curtis.

Carolyn looked away in shame. But she knew that what she had planned on doing was for the good of not only her family but possible all of Collinsport.

"Barnabas, could you blame me? You were not making things easy for anyone. None of us." Carolyn explained.

"And the other one?" Angelique said adding fuel to the fire.

"Julia." Barnabas growled.

"Can you blame Julia too? We were trapped in this world with you for all those years. You know the hell it brought us. You know the terrors and darkness that came into our lives. It destroyed our life just as much as your! This curse, this evil, vicious curs that made you who you are right now has been a malignant tumor on our family for centuries. Barnabas...we had to end it. Julia and I ....we had to end it! And now, look at yourself! You're joining fores with the viper that made you this way! It doesn't make sense." Carolyn said, her concern and truth flowing out of her body in the shape of words hitting Barnabas like a ton of bricks.

"You would have killed me to save your selves." Barnabas said in a sad tone of voice.

Carolyn walked up to him, she grabbed him by the arms and looked him in the eyes. She saw the pain and struggle he was going through, he saw the hurt and sorrow that he caused, it was a chain reaction and they were all apart of the curse, not just Barnabas. But he knew that what Carolyn did, what Carolyn and Julia tried to do was for the better and save them all. The pain of the realization still stung just as much.

"We do love you Barnabas, but ....you just haven't been yourself. Look at where we are now. Look at the situation we're left in. Look around you! We felt like we had no choice but to save ourselves from whatever danger you could bring us. Our futures depended on that. It seems horrible and selfish, and wrong, but how could we continue to protect our family if you threatened to destroy us at any chance?" Carolyn said, trying to get Barnabas to see that his evil ways in the past year had been his own undoing and that the attempts on his life were justified. Carolyn and Julia wanted to free themselves and their families forever, and Barnabas dying was the only way out they thought.

"I had to protect myself too." Barnabas said, unsure if he really meant it.

"Protect yourself." Carolyn scoffed thinking he was only lying, that his thirst for vengeance on those who sought to destroy him were more powerful than the understanding that he was the root of all of their problems and suffering.

"Think about what you just said....you wanted to protect yourself by way of hurting those you loved even more...with no regard to our lives. We're not immortal Barnabas. Once we're gone--we're gone! And getting help from...her...of all people? She's the one you choose to seek help from?" Carolyn shot back.

"How rude!" Angelique said cynically. "I'll have you know, Carolyn, that the information I gave Barnabas was pure and true. He had to repay me. That's how these things work. I can't imagine you would ever understand what that's like, as you've never had to pay for anything your whole life."

"That's not true. I've lost many people. MANY People to the curses you creates in this house. I've lost so many. I've paid the ultimate price. Barnabas, look around you, I may not be the creature Angelique created, but aren't I in the same prison of darkness as you? Aren't we all? I did come here with Julia to kill you. I DID....but I swear to you... we never found you. We never saw you. It wasn't us." Carolyn explained, her sincerity finally shining to truth in Barnabas' mind.

"She's lying." Angelique growled, noticing Barnabas was believing her.

"Barnabas, please, whatever you've agreed to, whatever you've given her, please tell me you can take it back. She's evil. She is what made you this way! She is the reason you have lived this life of never ending horrors and terrors. You made a deal with her and now you have to break it, you have to, Barnabas! For the sake of the family!' Carolyn said ignoring Angelique completely.

Barnabas couldn't get his thoughts together, but something inside of him, the human side of him that still lived in his heart and mind believed the cousin he loved so dear.

"If not you or Julia who?" Barnabas said....then he remembered Curtis and how protective Angelique had been lately to him. It was obvious now, Angelique had been lying the whole time.

"You BITCH!" Barnabas screamed at Angelique who quickly backed away.

"It's too late honey." Angelique said in a loud voice. "He's already chosen his side, and he's sided with me to get his family back. That's the whole point. Together he and I can do everything we've ever wanted. And soon you and little David and which ever random Collins family member pops out of the wood-work will be gone forever, isn't that right Barnabas?"

Barnabas stood in silence. His regrets were starting to fill his mind. What had he been doing? What was he thinking? Why did he do this? He never needed to bring his family back from decades and decades ago, his family was already here, at Collinwood. He just was looking in the wrong place. Attempting to recreate what he had before with Julia was never going to work out, he had to do what he had always done before and reinvent his life with whatever family fate had given  him.

He had been selfish, and confused. He had been greedy and ill-informed. But now he could see his wrongs. The light of truth was shining bright in his eyes, he had been so very wrong all this time.

"No, I don't want this. You've been lying to me!" Barnabas said to Angelique.

"You can change it back!" Carolyn said.

Angelique's nostrils flared. Barnabas' guilt was once again giving him second thoughts. She was beginning to see her deal with him fly out of the window.

"It's too late. ITS TOO LATE"! She screamed in a wild rage that shook the foundation of the Old House rattling the windows, picture frames and chandeliers from by-gone years.

Carolyn looked over at the book on the podium facing the window and lunged for it. She grabbed it and began ripping pages from it the area that it was open to. She took the ripped pages and held it over the flame of an open candle.

"It's too late." Angelique said again, her eyes glowing with hate. "No flame, no fire, no burning hot light can take away what Barnabas has already done tonight." She continued in a spell like verse.

Barnabas only saw one way out, he had to kill Angelique where she stood. Once again. His eyes turned black his fangs released, he hissed and jumped in between Angelique and Carolyn who was still holding the pages of the book over the flame.

The witch's face turned from smug to concern as her former lover's face was only filled with rage. He stepped closer and closer, and Angelique stepped backwards slowly trying to make sure he did not touch her. Her heel snagged on the hem of her ice-blue dress and she fell to the floor. Barnabas lunged at her and picked her up, turned her around so that they were now both facing Carolyn, he pushed her neck to the side exposing her neck and opened his mouth wide, his fangs ready top pierce his perfect peach skin.

"NO STOP!" Carolyn screamed, dropping the pages to the ground. "You can't do this. You know what will happen." She said.

It was true, Carolyn knew the truth, and the effect and what the toxicity of witches blood would do to a vampire: dust.

Barnabas looked up at Carolyn,  his eyes still a deathly black, his mouth salivating for the first drop of Angelique's acid like blood.

"I must!" he said in an attempt to save them all from Angelique's terror.

In that moment of pause, Angelique saw her opportunity and kicked Barnabas in the groin, he fell to the ground writhing in pain. Before the witch could turn to face the woman who interrupted her whole operation, Carolyn jumped on Angelique's back pulling at her hair, and weighing her down.

Carolyn was taking matters into her own hands.

"Get off! GET OFF!" Angelique screamed.

The two women scuffled on the floor knocking over candelabras, hitting their extremities on the legs of chairs, and tables, knocking over plants. Until finally Angelique gained the upper hand on the much older Carolyn and pinned her to the floor. Barnabas, regaining his strength from Angelique's kick, came over to the two and pushed Angelique off of Carolyn who quickly got up.

The moon overhead began to find it's place in the constellation Medusa. Angelique could feel it in her bones. She began to laugh when she realized that the powers she had taken before Carolyn had entered were working. She could feel the strength in her body building.

Carolyn began to feel her anger build just as much at Angelique's laughing. She was furious. She was tired of being pushed around. Carolyn lunged at Angelique ready to take her life, but a blast of energy from Angelique's body hit Carolyn like a freight-train freezing Carolyn in her place.

The bright light began to harden Carolyn's body. She began to feel heavy in her feet. She looked down and her body was turning to stone. First her shoes, then her legs, then her waste, then her chest, her neck and just before she could scream for help her mouth and eyes.

There, standing like a statue from medieval times, of hard rock and stone, Carolyn's body.

"What have you done?" Barnabas said, his eyes now back to normal as he caressed Carolyn's stone face.

Angelique wasn't having any of it. She was furious that he betrayed her and stopped the spell mid-way. He broke his vow, and he broke the pact they both made.

She walked over to him and slapped him across the face causing a giant energy serge to go through his body. In that moment, the truth came pouring out of Angelique's mind and into Barnabas' like a movie playing out what really happened. Barnabas began to see the the lies were now unrevealed: Julia was never the person who stabbed him with the stake, it was and always had been Curtis.

"You. Lied. To. ME!" Barnabas screamed!

As he lunged back at Angelique and grabbed her by the throat, his eyes black, his fangs out. Angelique was chocking, he had lifted her by the throat 6 inches from the ground. She began beating his face with her bare hand, and finally, with every once of strength she had she sent another bolt of energy from her body into Barnabas turning him to stone as well just as she did to Carolyn.

Angelique tore herself from Barnabas stone hands that still remained frozen in the shape of Angelique's neck.

She stared at the two statues in the drawing room of the Old House, panting on the floor as she regained her breath.

The moon, now in  the position of the power third eye of Medusa, had helped her gain more powers, and turned her biggest foes into actual, real cold, hard stone.

Angelique was now free of her biggest obstacles.










Monday, April 15, 2019

Series 10/Chapter 6: 1949



The great house on Widow's Hill was back-lit by the breaking of lightening of a storm, it felt just as volatile inside. A woman who had come back from a different time was now faced with the secret she had been hiding for over 50 years. Her past had come back to haunt her in the form of a granddaughter she never knew existed, the daughter of the son she left behind in the wake of a terrible tragedy. Julia Hoffman's life before Collinwood and Barnabas and the Collins family began long before she came to Collinsport as the chief of staff at Windcliff Sanitarium.

Up in her room, Julia fiddled with the shiny medallion around her neck, nervously thinking of what it meant having Quinn Devereaux so close to home. Julia hid her life before she permanently came to this area as well as she could, but ever imagined her son having a child of his own child. What's more, Julia never imagined these paths crossing, not now, not ever and certainly not at Collinwood.

Julia watched the rain pour, furiously down on to the grounds around Collinwood. This thunderstorm took her back to where it all began, her life unknown. To Bangor 1949:


BANGOR, MAINE: 1949 

"Now, now, you're going to be fine. I've examined you and I think that there's nothing for you to worry about." Dr. Laurence Devereaux said to patient, as he carefully helped her sit up after their quick check up.

He was an OBGYN, famously popular with the ladies in Bangor for his kind bedside manner. He was tall, had dark green eyes and ruggedly handsome with a quick wit to match his wife's, a med student named Julia who worked at his practice filing paperwork on her days off from school. Things within the marriage were as perfect as they could be on the outside, but on the inside, behind the Devereaux family doors, things weren't always so perfect. 

Dr. Devereaux smiled to the woman as she carefully made her way out of the office. He then picked up the file on his next patient, and a giant grin fell upon his face. It was a woman who had come to see him from out of town because of  his good reputation. She was a wealthy socialite whom he connected with almost instantly. She, a beautiful brunette with fair skin and bright eyes was too beginning to feel the pressures of an  unhappy marriage, it didn't help however that she was 8 and a half months pregnant.

"Please, please come in!" Laurence said to his patient as he closed to door behind him in the exam room. "I'm so happy to see you."

"Thank you." The lovely mother to be said blushing.

"What can I help you with this week? I have to say I was surprised to see your name on my list of patients today. We just had an appointment. Has something happened?" He professionally questioned.

The patient felt embarrassed. She had no real reason to come see him this time. It was true, their last appointment went well and she wasn't due to come back until after the baby was born. This appointment was personal. She had to speak to him.

"Things are strained at home. I ...." she said shocked at the words coming out of her mouth. "...I don't know what to do." She confessed.

"What's happened? Have you been hurt?" Laurence said, his heart fully immersed in the patient's personal life.

"I just don't see where my life is going. I'm scared. I love my husband to no end but there are things I cannot deal with. His anger. His drinking. His complete disregard for our child that is coming! He's become cruel. My brother says that I don't need him, that I can do just as well without him. But...well, I'm not proud of this, but I just can't see myself living with him forever. I'm trying....but I can't see it." the woman said wiping away a small tear the fell from her perfectly made up cheek.

"And you came here? To me?" Laurence said sitting down on a stood facing the woman.

"I didn't know where else to go. You've been so kind to me, I just felt like, I could be safe here even if it were for just a few hours." She said.

"You are safe here, I will always protect you. Always." Laurence said reaching for her hands. She grabbed on and squeezed.


Just outside, Julia arrived for a small 3 hours shift of filing her husbands paperwork before she went off to a few night classes. Julia was in her early 20s. Striking red hair, beautiful figure. She stepped into the sunny office and removed her fashionable sun glasses and greeting the other mother's waiting in the waiting room. Her tweed blue suit the envy of every mother there.

"Janet, good afternoon!" Julia said, greeting the attending nurse.

"Hello Mrs. Devereaux, how's little Michael!" Janet the nurse responded, mentioning Julia and Laurence's 3 year old son. 

"As rambunctious as ever, I'm afraid. He's keeping me just as busy as you'd expect between coming here and classes and raising him. I don't know how I'm even awake!" Julia joked as she came around the back and reached for the files to begin work.

"Boys will do that. If you had a daughter, it would be all so different." Janet joked.

"Where's Larry?" Julia asked of her husband. 

"Exam room 4." Janet replied handing Julia the file of the woman in the exam room for filing.

Julia noticed that that same patient had been at the office just a week before. It was customary that she never really had interaction with the patients, and often time she never even saw their faces but she was always familiar with the names. This visit felt strange; that a patient would come back so soon, even this one, a woman who lived about 2 hours away and was so pregnant.

 Julia suddenly worried that there was something wrong with the baby and even though it was frowned upon for her to be involved with the women that came in to see Laurence, she felt like her help might be needed. Julia rushed off to the exam room to see if perhaps she could be that help.

As Julia walked up to the door, she could her the soft murmuring of voice just on the other side. She grabbed the door knob and began to twist it to enter but something inside of her made her stop...and listen with the door still between them.

"I just wish I could find a way out, I wish I could have my child and I could just be free of him. The both of us. I don't even think he wants this baby!" The woman said to Laurence.

"I would do anything to make sure you and this baby were safe. Anything. What can I do? Name it!" Laurence said in a soft voice.

"You would really take us away? All of us?" She questioned.

"YES! I would do anything to keep you safe. There's nothing in this world that would stop me." Laurence said to Julia's shock. 

"What if we did? What if we did just run away together? I could....I could do that and once I got a divorce, we could come back. Is that crazy?" The woman said knowing full well he was married too.

"This child you are carrying deserves to be born in peace and with two people that love it. I ..." Laurence said but stopped short. 

"You ...what?" The woman asked as she noticed him thinking.

"I think I could be that other person. For you. For this baby. I have thought about it for a very long time and I can see us together. I really can." He said.

Julia, still listening on the other side, felt as if her heart had stopped. She looked around the office. It was as everyone was laughing at her. They would look at her, smile, and look away. She was beginning to sweat. She was beginning to feel her throat close. Her mind was racing. Her mind was furious. She could feel herself squeeze the woman's file in her hand, turning the papers into a tiny little accordion with crumpled up papers. 

Julia had heard enough. She rushed back over to Janet's nurses' desk and dropped the woman's folder on the desk.

"Julia, my goodness what's the matter!?" Janet asked as she could see Julia looked white as a sheet.

"Tell Laurence, I wasn't feeling well and that I went home. I...." she said, looking as sick as the flu, "I'll see him at home." She finished.

Janet nodded and picked up the file of the woman, and the other patients that needed to be filed away that day and went to do it herself. She looked at what Julia did to the woman's paper work and didn't know what to make of it. Julia had practically crushed the forms and folder completely. 

Janet opened the cabinet and pulled the "S" file log and placed the file that Julia had crushed when she heard her husband admitting he was willing to leave her into the log. 

The file name tag read: "Stoddard, Elizabeth"



"No! What am I talking about? What am I even doing here? I have to go. I'm sorry I shouldn't have come here and said these things. I shouldn't have done this!" Elizabeth said back in the doctor's exam room.

"Elizabeth, please..." Laurence said as Elizabeth quickly grabbed her coat from chair and put it around her shoulders but did not slide her arms through.

"I'm having trouble in my marriage, but....it makes absolutely no sense for me to go on making more by being here and telling you the things I have. This was a mistake." Elizabeth said, having obvious second thoughts about containing further with Laurence.

"But what about us?" the doctor replied.

Elizabeth smiled at him, he had been so good to her, he was the best OBGYN around, and she had traveled so far to be treated by him, but the relationship had gone into an area even Elizabeth, for as unhappy as she was with Paul Stoddard, couldn't continue.

She reached over and patted his shoulder, and smiled.

"This was a mistake.", she said, then she quickly left the room leaving Laurence alone with a broken heart and Julia at home with only half the story in her angry mind.



Hours past and the night came quickly. Julia sat alone in a very dark living room smoking a cigarette. Her hair reflected a bright red by the single dim light in the room's corner that was shining over her like a halo. The smoke encircled around her like a volcano showing signs of a coming eruption. 

The clock struck 10:30pm, and Laurence walked in. He looked around and noticed everything was quiet and strange. He walked into the living room and attempted to flick on the main lights but the lamps, except for the dim one in the corner, were all unplugged. 

He noticed Julia in a chair smoking, and a glass of clear liquid in her hand.

"Julia? What's the matter?" He asked pensively. 

She chuckled at his attempt at a cover up.

"Janet said you rushed home sick. Are you better?" He wondered as he noticed the half consumed bottle of vodka on the coffee table. "Where's Michael?" He asked of their son as he tried to turn on the unplugged lamp.

"Michael, is with your mother." Julia growled.

"So you're not better?" Laurence wondered as the boy was not home.

"I have been better, yes." Julia said cryptically. 

"Julia, why are you drinking this? You're ill!" Lawrence said, grabbing the bottle from the table and attempting to scold her for her unhealthy choice still believing she was sick.

Laurence came closer to Julia, as he did he noticed something shining in her hand. The glimmer of the shiny mettle caught his eye, and he froze in place.

It was a gun.

"Julia.....why do you have that?" He said, his words slowly coming together as Julia looked at him through a filter of cigarette smoke.


"After the first one I thought it would never happen again. Then it did. Then I thought after Michael was born, it would never happen again....then it did. Then you promised me, that one was the last one. But then came another, and another after I found her out. After four affairs, I thought we were finally going to be Ok. Michael is bigger, you were more involved in our lives and then today...." Julia said puffing away at her cigarette as the ashes fell down to equally grey carpet.

"What are you talking about?" Laurence said as he carefully stepped back from Julia and the gun she pulled from their safe.

"Mrs. Stoddard. The mother that was at the office today. You think I don't know what the two of you are planning? You think I didn't accidentally hear you practically give your love ---the love you promised to ME on our wedding day---to her?? I did. I did Laurence! I heard every word and that is what made me ill!" Julia answered.

"Julia, listen. I think you've misunderstood what happened."Laurence said.

"Like I misunderstood all the others?" 

"No, well...Julia, it isn't what you think at all! She's dealing with a husband who doesn't love her and doesn't want their baby. I was only wanted her to feel comfortable and secure. She's almost 9 months pregnant for god's sake!" Laurence said, his voice raised.

"I  heard you. I heard every word Larry. I know exactly what kind of comfort you wanted to give her. There's no use lying anymore. It's all over. It's all over." Julia said standing up.

"What do you mean?" Laurence said backing away from her.

"We can't go on like this, can we? I mean we could, but why? Why do you want to live here with me if you constantly want to replace with me someone. This Elizabeth person is the 5th woman or so? Why would I even allow that!" Julia said, stumbling on her own feet as she got closer to Laurence in the dark room with the gun still in her hand.

"Julia....you're drunk. You need to put the gun down." He said with his arms out keeping distance between them.

"What if I don't?" She said smirking drunkenly as she tried to make sense of where  he was standing. 

"I need you to put the gun down Julia. Put it down." Laurence repeated himself.

"I don't think I want to do anything you want me to do. If it were up to you our family would be broken up and this way I can do just do it for you. I can just take away the one thing you feel you need to get rid of, I'm doing you a favor!" Julia said hi

"You don't know what you're saying! You're too drunk, Julia please!" Laurence begged.

"Why? Why Larry??? Why would I even ...why would you even?...Who cares! What's the difference? You want me gone, don't you? I can be gone Larry, I can be gone and you and Michael and this Elizabeth Stoddard, and her new baby, you can all be a happy family because I'll be dead!" Julia said as she put the gun up to her temple. 

"JULIA STOP!" Laurence lunged at Julia, she became startled and in the blink of an eye, to block Laurence she put her own hands in front of her. The hand with the gun squeezed the trigger and shot a single bullet that hit Laurence in the chest. 

He then stopped in his tracks and stared at Julia as she slowly came to understand what she had just done.

He chocked. He looked down at his white shirt, a small crimson circle of blood began to spread, bigger and bigger in circumference. Laurence fell to his knees.

"Larry. LARRY!!" Julia said as she quickly fell to his side. 

He looked at her with a blank stare. His eyes began to glaze over. The blood was overwhelming and Julia, the shock quickly sobering her up, began to panic in what she had done.

"Larry, please stay with me, please breath. Larry, you can't leave us, please! Please Larry!" 

Laurence was turning cold, his lips changed from their regular pink to a light blue. Julia just stared at him.  His eyes closed, his breath slowed, then it came to a complete stop.

Julia was covered in his blood. Her hands looked like they had been painted red. Her face had drops and smears and from her husbands blood.

Soon the windows began to flash red and blue. A neighbor had heard the gun shot and called the police. Julia stayed there, standing in the living room as the police quietly made their way in from the unlocked front door.

She was frozen in place. They police surrounded her and kept asking her what happened. What had occurred? What did she do?

They sat the bloodied Julia down on the sofa and covered Laurence with a sheet.

She looked up and the policeman closest to her and whispered to him what she had done.

"I killed him." 

"Why? What made you do this?" The officer asked.

Julia did not answer. She looked at the police office in the face, her cheek smeared with blood of the man laying dead on the living room floor in a pool of that same blood, the father of her son. 

"Mrs. Devereaux?" the officer asked using Julia' married name, trying to get her attention.

But it was too late. Julia had lost all sense of reality of what was really happening.

Her mind had closed off and nothing would again bring her back to that moment.

As they carried away her dead husband in what seemed like slow motion, the sound of the gun shot would ring off in Julia mind for years to come.

Over and over and over again the popping of their family hand gun haunted her mind.

It was like a blast of thunder in the middle of a storm.



COLLINWOOD PRESENT TIME


The gunshot sound similar to thunder brought Julia's mind back to that night. The night she murdered her own husband. Her son, Quinn's father, never knew the truth. Julia was tried and acquitted of Laurence's murder, she was found to have made a terrible mistake but Laurence's family refused to allow her to have any contact with her son Michael ever again. Julia, in her guilt agreed and moved to Philadelphia and got her degree and lived her life never seeing her son again.

It was only in 1967 that Julia realized the mysterious Collins family in the neighboring town of Collinsport was glued together by a matriarch by the name of Elizabeth Stoddard, and the baby she was carrying at the time was Carolyn. The strange and utter coincidental crossing of paths made Julia stick around Collinwood for years.

Now in the year 2018, Julia sat in Collinwood again, reminded of these events. How could she tell Quinn who she really was and what she had really done? How could she explain the past in a way that would make sense?

 How would Carolyn feel knowing her mother and Julia's husband were so close, close enough that Julia believed they were having an affair, even though Elizabeth came to her senses before anything came of it?

Julia had kept it this everyone all this time, alone, harboring a secret and a murder that no one would understand.

Her long lost past had caught up with her, and now she had to deal with the fall out.
It was time for her to finally live in her truth and face the consequences.

















Monday, April 8, 2019

Series 10/Chapter 5: DEMANDS OF THE DAMNED



A heavily clouded sky hovered over Collinsport that showed the face of a rain storm to come. The various shades of grey of the rain clouds mixed like the watercolors of one of Maggie's paintings. The clouds churned in the sky in volatile formations that made the guests at the Collinsport Inn restaurant shutter with the chill of the coming storm. Two of those guests were Vicky and her beloved son Curtis, who were just finishing up their dinner and were ready to escape back home just before the rain began.

"Why don't I rush over to get the car before the rain comes." Curtis said as his mother fixed her lipstick at the table after dinner.

"The valet can get it, hon." Vicky responded.

"They're busy, if we wait for them we might get stuck in the rain. I won't be long."

Curtis carefully folded his napkin and placed it on the table then dashed over to the valet booth in the lobby of the fancy hotel to retrieve his keys as he turned to leave he saw a vision of blond beauty standing directly in front of him blocking his way out of the lobby. It was the recently smitten Angelique or Cassandra as she had introduced herself the other night at The Blue Whale.

"Curtis." She said with a bright grin with no explanation as to why she was there.

Curtis' eyes shined like two diamonds, he licked his lips with a bit of nervous tension.

"Cassandra. I--uhh, Hi!" He answered nervously like a schoolboy talking to his playground crush.

"I'm beginning to think you're following me. What are the odds we'd bump into each other again so soon." She said, knowing full well she was the one following him.

"That's funny! Actually I'm having dinner with my mother. She's been in town for a while and I'm a terrible cook so I thought I'd spare her one of my awful grilled cheese sandwiches and spring for a nice dinner." He said again his nerves getting the best of him.

"That's very sweet." Angelique said again with her beautiful smile. "Are you on your way out?"

"We are, the rain looks like it's on it's way so I thought I'd get ahead the start before it came down. Are you here alone?" Curtis wondered.

"I am." she replied quite quickly, "I just came in for a drink at the bar." She replied. "They've changed this place so much. It's huge, so much more lavish." She continued.

Curtis looked at Angelique confused. In their first meeting she had alluded that she had been in town for a short time, and the hotel had been in it's current state for more than 30 years. How could "Cassandra" possible know what it looked like before that.

"How do you know what it looked like before?" He questioned as she quickly rebounded with a slick answer.

"Photos. Research. I do that kind of thing when I'm coming to a new place. I like to be sure I know what I'm in for. Especially little places like Collinsport." Angelique said, quickly correcting herself.

"Ah...Got-cha." Curtis said, beguiled by her beauty enough to believe anything. "Listen, since we're running into each other, maybe we can actually plan something together. You know, when you have time or...like whenever."

"Are you asking me on a date?" Angelique said teasing Curtis with a small little tap to the arm.

"A date? Uhh...", he was blushing,  "yeah, I guess. I mean if you're up for it." He replied.

"That would be great. Here...." Angelique said as she quickly wrote down a phone number on the back of a business card she pulled from the valet booth. "Let's meet soon."

"I'll call you. Yeah!" Curtis said smiling.

Angelique had fallen for Curtis, and she had certainly made an impression on him even if it were somewhat because of a little spell she put on him. Either way, she saw a light in him that she had not seen from anyone in centuries. There was a glow that came directly from inside of him that Angelique craved for herself. She wanted it, she wanted him, and she would do anything to protect him from all that threatened his pureness. She'd even go as far as double-crossing Barnabas for it.

This new infatuation was completely unexpected, but inside of her cold heart, Angelique knew this new passion of hers, Curtis Winters, was who she was meant to be with. His kindness, his love and energy was what would truly fulfill her, not the darkness she was surrounded by her whole life, but his pure light.

As the two continued to chat, Vicky came from around the corner wondering where Curtis had been the whole time. She passed a large potted plant and came face to face with a woman she had not seen in what felt like a millennia. Vicky's heart stopped--her body froze--her mind flipped like a picture book back to the past. Angelique Bouchard was standing in front of her talking to her son, still young, still beautiful, and most likely still dangerously evil.

Vicky quickly interrupted and pulled Curtis a step back away from Angelique.

"You!" Vicky said in a loud voice.

"Mom!" Curtis said, seeing his mother suddenly place herself between him and the woman he knew as Cassandra.

"Hello." Angelique said, playing as if she were confused, but knowing Vicky had recognized her.

"How did you.... How ...?" Vicky said, trying to sort out why she was looking at the face of the notorious Angelique Bouchard. "This can't be....you're dead....get away....get away from us!" She continued, her voice now echoing in the lobby.

"Mother what are you doing, what are you talking about? Keep your voice down." Curtis instructed as he pulled his mother back.

"Curtis, this woman is a viper! She's done horrible things. I can't even believe I'm seeing her, right here, in front of me again like this" Vicky said, turning back to Angelique who's face was suddenly turning angrier when she suddenly connected that these two were related.

"What? You have her confused with someone else. This is my friend Cassandra." Curtis answered.

"Oh, you're using that name again? How convenient. Her name isn't Cassandra." Vicky said, tossing her head back and forth from Curtis to Angelique as if she were watching a tennis match.

"You're making a scene. Her name is not Angelica....Angela...whatever. I don't know who you think she is, please, don't raise your voice!" Curtis said grabbing Vicky by both arms.

"Curtis, listen to me," Vicky said as Curtis saw the look on his mother's face was now serious. "you don't know what she is capable of. You don't know the hurt she can cause. I do, I know her!" Vicky exclaimed.

"Is there a problem madam?" the Maitre'd  asked Vicky as he rushed over from the restaurant side of the hotel.

"I'm sorry if I've caused any confusion, I don't want to upset anyone. I'll just cancel my plans and head home. Excuse me." Angelique said attempting to make her escape but not before Vicky grabbed her arm.

"Listen to me Angelique," Vicky said as she pulled Angelique back.

"Excuse me!" Angelique replied angrily.

"Don't you dare sink your hooks into my son. I swear to you, I'll..." Vicky began before being interrupted by Angelique.

"You'll what? I think threatening me with any form of violence Ms. Winters would be a very, very big mistake. Now let go of my arm." Angelique replied in a cold and calm manner.

Vicky stared her down as Angelique carefully removed Vicky's tightly gripped hand from around her arm.

"Cassandra, I'm sorry. I'll give you a call." Curtis replied as Angelique smiled softly and slowly made her way out of the lobby.

"You'll do nothing of the sort! Curtis, why aren't you paying attention to me? That woman's name is Angelique not Cassandra, and she's dangerous!" Vicky scolded.

"Excuse me but I think..." The maitre'd began to say before Curtis understood his body language.

"Don't worry, we're on our way out." Curtis answered as he grabbed Vicky by the arm and walked her out to the font of the hotel where tiny little sprinkles of rain began to drop on their heads.

"You have to stop treating me like I'm some kind of child, mother! I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but your superstitions have gotten the best you of. Cassandra is not this person you call Angelique and Barnabas Collins is dead! I told you I killed him!" Curtis reminded his mother as she shook her head in disbelief.

"No. No you didn't Curtis. And trust me, this woman is not who she says she is. I promise you. What can I do so you'll understand that I'm telling you the truth?" Vicky begged.

Curtis didn't know what to say. he was tired of the constant struggle dealing with his mother's past. It was always bubbling up in every aspect of his life. He thought that staking Barnabas in the heart months ago would have changed things, that everything would have been set right but everything felt like it had drastically gotten worse.

"We just need to get out of this rain and go home. I can't talk to you right now!" Curtis said as he quickly escorted his mother off to their car and out of the rain.

The danger was not so easily quieted, for in the shadows watching this exchange pass her by was Angelique now confronted with exposure on another front. On one side she had Barnabas hot on her heels of her new love interest Curtis, on the other, Victoria recognizing her---a surprise Angelique did not expect in her courting of Curtis.

Angelique would soon change that because when she removed Vicky's hand from her arm after she grabbed it a stray hair that had fallen to Vicky's sleeve found it self intertwined in Angelique's wicked fingers. Angelique twisted the long brown hair around her finger tighter and tighter and whispered a spell that would soon grip Vicky in a way that would eliminate her as an obstacle.

"Twist the lines of one woman's heart" Angelique whispered as the hair encircle her forefinger. "Find her quick, and then start, the willows fold, the sound of cold, tell Victoria Winters secrets silence foretold"....the spell continued.

Angelique closed her eyes while the rain began pouring down and just like a wisp of cold of spring wind, she vanished into thin air, her voice continued to echo the spell over and over again following Vicky and Curtis on their way home.

"Twist the lines of one woman's heart
Find her quick and then start,

The willows fold, the sound of cold
Tell Victoria winters secrets of silence foretold"

As they drove home Vicky and Curtis never said a single word to each other. He was furious at her behavior. She was concerned he was making a terrible choice in dating "Cassandra".

When they arrived home the wind cruelly rushed over them with an icy bite. Vicky stepped out of the car and shuttered in place as she looked up at the sky; the black, evil faced sky filled with rain clouds.

She cleared her throat that began to itch. There was a soreness. There was a pain in her throat. But she thought nothing of it and rushed into the apartment right behind Curtis never knowing that her own life was now in danger.


****

Collinwood. A mansion on the edge of a steep cliff. It's majesty soared over the small town below like a medieval castle towering over it's peasant subjects. In this rain, like on this evening it was even more grandiose. The windows reflected every splash of lightening that cracked the dark sky. And in the distance, a small car drove up the crooked drive way all the way the other small homes on the Collinwood land. It was Detective Loomis McGovern, back to tell David what he had discovered about Quinn Devereaux. 

Siobhan quickly let Loomis in from the rain. She greeted him with a warm smile and took his soggy trench coat and hung it up just next to the main door in the foyer. She escorted him into the drawing room where David was sitting with a mug of tea to warm his own scratchy throat. In between cordial greetings flashes of the lightening painted the walls with the bright light illuminating the ghostly faces of the portraits on the wall. It had been a long time since Loomis had been up to Collinwood at night. Some things never change, he thought.

"You didn't have to come over in the evening to talk about Devereaux but thanks for coming. Tea?" David said offering him a mug as well.

"I thought it was important that you knew right away what I discovered. I hope I wasn't intruding on anything." Loomis said apologizing to both David and Siobhan.

"No, not at all. I just put John down. Carolyn, and my mother are upstairs, and Alex is out, so it's fine." Siobhan responded.

"You must of found something big in Quinn's background to suggest that she's involved in something dirty to get the DA to drop the charges on Jeffery to rush over here." David thought.

"Actually, I didn't see anything like that, but I did see something else that seems a bit strange to me. Maybe strange is not the right word." Loomis said handing David the background report.

David furrowed his brow in confusion and took the papers from Loomis' hand. He quickly shuffled through them to find the various places Quinn had lived, names of her former employers, then the names of her family members who were, by-and-large, all deceased. 

"I don't get it." David said confused. "What am I looking for?" 

"You don't see the name listed as Quinn's paternal grandmother?" Loomis asked as David checked again.

"Julia Devereaux? What about her?" David asked still not seeing the connection, but Siobhan perked up now more interested. 

"Julia H. Devereaux. I thought that name seemed too coincidental. That perhaps there was more to that than just a letter. H can be anything really. But I just had a hunch. I checked into it. It's definitely what I thought." Loomis confessed.

"You're not suggesting my mother Julia is Quinn's grandmother. That....that just can't be." Siobhan said.

"It is, I'm afraid." Loomis said.

"Julia H, is Julia Hoffman?" David said again bewildered by everything. "I just.... Julia never told us anything about her life before she came to Collinwood. I just imagined...." David said before he was interrupted.

"My ears are burning." Julia said, as she walked into the drawing room upon hearing her name from the foyer.

Loomis' mouth dropped. He had no idea Julia was there. He had always assumed this news would be shocking to Julia's surviving family, not a surviving Julia.

"What...What's going on here?" Loomis questioned as he stood up and looked at Julia alive and well in front of his very eyes.

"Julia Hoffman, how do you do?" She said extending her hand to Loomis.

"How? How can she be here? According to these forms, Hoffman..." Loomis said turning back to David confused by the living woman who's death certificate read 1987.

"There was a mistake." Siobhan quickly said. "My mother is alive and well. She had been only presumed dead all those years ago."

"But that was over 30 years ago. How does she look..." Loomis again said before Julia interrupted.

"I'm a scientist Mr..."

"Detective McGovern."

"Detective McGovern. I specialize in psychology and I've also dabbled in rare blood disorders that have a surprising effect on the genetics....its a fountain of youth if you will." She said to Loomis' still shocked reaction. "Now will someone care to explain why there's a detective at Collinwood on such a late part of the evening?"

David and Siobhan looked at each other unsure of how to bring up to Julia that they knew she had a family before she had ever set foot on Collinwood soil. They weren't sure how she would take it. There was a reason she had kept this family from them all these years, and bringing up the revealed past would most certainly sting Julia, who was as secretive as they came.

"Mother, David had Detective McGovern looked into Jeffery Shaw's lawyer. He thought that there might be something underhanded going on between this lawyer and the DA because they dropped the murder charges for Christopher's death." Siobhan began.

"Oh, and what did he find?" Julia wondered.

"Well, they found you." Siobhan answered.

"Me? I don't understand." Julia replied.

There was an awkward pause between the conversations. No one quite knew how to bring it up, but David ripped the band-aid off and laid it all out.

"Julia, listen, what Loomis found was ...well, information about your and your past. I know how very guarded you are about --everything-- but...I need to ask you: before you came to Collinwood did you have a family? Did you have a son named Michael?" David questioned.

Julia stood in the center of the room with three faces staring back at her waiting for her reply. The wind and rain pushed the branches of the trees outside scratching the glass on the windows. Julia remained stone faced and still.

"Mother?" Siobhan asked, waiting for Julia to reply.

"I don't want to talk about it." Julia said quickly turning to face away from the prying eyes.

"Julia, you should know that we didn't just find the names of your son and his father. We discovered that the lawyer we were investigating is actually this Michael Devereaux's daughter. In essence she's your grand-daughter Julia." David said as Julia turned around quickly as to notion of a granddaughter.

"That's impossible, I ..." Julia said pausing in mid-sentence as the thunder continued to roll over the mansion.

"What? You what?" Siobhan asked grabbing her mother's hands.

"I don't want to talk about it." Julia said again.

"Loomis, thank you for coming by. As you can see this is a sensitive family issue. I really appreciate your help." David told Loomis seeing that Julia was feeling put out by the news.

Loomis nodded his head, understanding the discomfort in the room, and quickly made his exit, leaving Julia, Siobhan and David to grapple the confusing story.

"Julia, she's your granddaughter. Her name is Quinn Devereaux and she basically is alone in this world. But now she has family. You, Siobhan, me, John. Don't you want to reconnect with her?" David questioned, knowing how hard it was for him to lose his mother at a young age and feeling the painful icy distant love of his father his whole life.

"What happened, mother, tell me." Siobhan said, her own psychologist had firmly in place.

"I was married, yes." Julia said, the thunder crashing just as her sentence finished.

"And it..... didn't work out?" Siobhan asked.

Julia  paused  before she replied attempting to find the words to describe her first marriage but only could muster a soft "no." in response wit her arms tightly wound around her own body.

"What happened?" David asked.

Julia turned and looked at David and Siobhan both in their eyes. She became suddenly frustrated with the questions and the prying into her past. She tore through them both but Siobhan grabbed Julia by the hand and held her in place.

"Mother, please! We have to straighten this out. Don't you want to meet your granddaughter?" Siobhan questioned.

"All you need to know is that I was married, I had a son, and things did not work out with his father Laurence and myself. I drove myself into my work and eventually found myself at Windcliff. I was happy. My son Michael was better off without me. That's all you have to know." Julia said, as she stormed off upstairs leaving Siobhan and David with more questions than answers in the drawing room.

Now alone in her room, Julia nervously paced her bedroom. In all the years of her life, she had been able to keep her past a secret. No one ever thought to go digging around. No one ever thought to even question who she was or where she came from. The idea of these revelations coming to light made Julia sick to her stomach. The truth could never be revealed. Never.

The rain continued to pour like a small waterfall down Julia's bedroom window. She looked out onto the dark ground of Collinwood and thought about her secrets. The past had been buried for decades and now, it had been unearthed like the opening of a grave. The truth about Julia's husband and son was much more macabre than anyone really understood, and even if Siobhan and David discovered the truth about Julia's past it would devastate the image she had always worked so hard to keep up. The strong willed, powerful woman that nothing, not even a man like Barnabas, a creature of the shadows, could shake.

But this shook her.

Julia sat on her bed and began to think on her past. A phase of her life she believed to be long dead and buried in the depths of her mind. She worked so hard for so many years to keep these secrets from ever escaping the realms of her past, but now those ghosts were coming back for her; the icy hand of death and lies had reached back from beyond time and touched Julia's present, her mask about to drop, and she did not like it one bit.


****

The night sky over Collinsport was splashed with the cracking of thunder shattering the peace of the rain falling to the ground. In this downpour of a early spring storm, Serena Bellmoore stealthy made her way into the Collinsport Inn. Her covered herself in a dark trench-coat and black silk scarf over her hair. She was there at the request of Jeffery Shaw. It was invitation he insisted on.

She hopped into the elevator and made her way up to the hotel penthouse where Jeffery and Andrew had been staying. She knocked on the lacquered white door with golden door knob. She watched as it turned from the other side opening the door revealing Jeffery dressed in all black with the front room behind him dimly lit with only a few lamps lighting her way in.

"Be quick." Serena said removing her scarf from her head.

"The rain comes down so hard in these parts don't you think?" Jeffery said, purposefully stalling his time with Serena.

"I said be quick. What do you want Jeffery?" She questioned as she sat down on the plush white hotel sofas.

"The DNA that is flowing through my son's body has done it's job for the most part." Jeffery began as he slowly turned in his all black outfit looking as if he was floating in the dim light of room. "But there are some slight side effects that are more than I predicted." Jeffery said alluding to Andrew's transitions.

"Like what?" Serena questioned.

"The lycan DNA hasn't only given my son a second chance at life by corrected and healing the damaged cells in his body, it...." Jeffery paused because he couldn't believe what he was going to say next. "....it's also mutated his cells."

Serena's eyes widened. Her heart felt like it sunk into her stomach. The idea of what was in her mind about the word "mutated" could only mean one thing.

"He's changing?" She said softly fearing the confirmation that was surly to come from Jeffery's mouth.

"Yes." he answered quickly.

Serena got up quickly from the sofa and grabbed her scarf.

"No, I can't be involved anymore. Do you understand how dangerous this whole situation is? When we researched Sebastian's life, when you wanted his DNA, we read about what happened to his body, we read about all the things that could happen. I can't be apart of any of this anymore." Serena said as she started to make her way to the penthouse door.

"It's too late Serena, you already are. And the good thing about that is, no one knows just how involved you and Sebastian, really are. All that can change with one phone call. I can make sure that everyone, including Maggie Evans, go down. I'm not the only one with Christopher's blood on my hands...you're the one that took him instead of Sebastian like I asked you." Jeffery said. "So, if you want to keep it that way, if you want to keep the DA out of Maggie and Sebastian's hair, I suggest you stay here and listen to what I have to say." Jeffery said as the storm sent another thunder clap over the hotel flashing brightly in the hotel room.

"I said no." Serena replied.

"The Collins family is out for blood Serena, and now that I've been cleared of any wrong doing, you can bet their money and power in this state will put pressure on the district attorney to find someone responsible for Chris' death, and if it's not me...well..." Jeffery said, causing Serena to pause.

"I should have never helped you. I should have gone to the police when I hit Andrew with my car all those years ago and just gone to jail instead of dealing with you and your sick mind." Serena scolded, but she relented and sat back down to listen to Jeffery.

"I know, it's all so horrible. So, are you ready to hear of what I need from you?" Jeffery said smugly.

Serena looked at him and gave him a silent motion with her hand and facial expression showing that she had no choice, he had put her in a spot, there was no way she would let Maggie and Sebastian get tangled up in Jeffery's games.

"I thought you'd see it that way. Now, this shouldn't be too hard for you to do. The Collins family isn't as innocent in all this as they may seem. Christopher's altered DNA wasn't some insane environmental accident, and he certainly wasn't born that way, no, his mother was sicker than you think I am." Jeffery explained.

"How?" Serena questioned.

"Further reading in this log book in the research I found," Jeffery said, tossing Serena a book of notes he had taken on Sebastian, "shows that Sebastian's DNA, which is tied to Christopher's was synthetically created by a doctor named Kimberly Grayson-Collins." He finished, as Serena's eyes lifted when he said the Collins name.

"I thought that would spark your interest." He continued.

"So, Christopher was created that way too?" She wondered as she flipped through the notes.

"Yes, his mother planned to use Christopher as his lycan alter-ego to her advantage. It didn't work out, as we can see, but there are vials of antidote she created somewhere in her old office that I need you to retrieve. This serum can control Andrew's changes and it's only in one place." He explained.

"Where?" She asked.

"Kimberly's office in Collinwood." He explained.

"You have to be kidding me. You want me to, what? Break into that mansion and take vials of serum for you? How am I even superposed to do that? I wouldn't know where to start." Serena said.

"I'll help." A voice said from just over the living room area in the hotel suite.

Both Serena and Jeffery turned to see that Andrew himself had been listening the whole time.

"Son." Jeffery said standing up and coming over to Andrew who angrily rebuffed his father.

"Andrew, I..." Serena began to say, it was her first time really speaking to him in years after his coma.

"I'll help you get what I need to correct this, or make it better or whatever." Andrew said coldly to the two people who made him this way.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, son. It's not only the moon's pull and power that can alter you into ..." Jeffery paused before..."Alter you." He corrected himself, unable to call a werewolf by it's name. "There are other factors." Jeffery added

"Like what?" Serena questioned as the rain continued to pour.

"Stress, the amount of stress Andrew goes through can alter him as well. This would be too stressful." Jeffery said.

"No. If anyone is going to make sure that I don't hurt anyone with what you have done to me, It's going to be ME. No one else. I can do this, and I will do this. I'm taking control of myself, and making sure that this is the last time you are ever involved with my body. This is it." Andrew stated matter of factly.

"Well?" Serena said tying her scarf around her head as she began to make her exit.

"No. You're helping me too." Andrew ordered.

"You said you could do this?" Serena said attempting to skate Scot-free from her part in his altered state.

"You're just as guilty as he is. If you hadn't taken Christopher he would be alive today, and he's not. So you're to blame for that. So you're going to help me. I have a way into the mansion." Andrew said.

"How do you have a way?" Jeffery asked.

Andrew looked at his father who didn't know that Chris' memories were now his memories. Chris's past and life were now, too, apart of him. What Chris saw, Andrew could now see as if he saw it with his own eyes. Collinwood was not a strange place to Andrew even though it should have been.

His eyes knew the layout perfectly, and Alexandra, his new friend, would be his key in the front door.

Without replying to his father, Andrew pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Alex's number.

She answered.

"Hey! Alex, it's Andrew?---I'm good, good, so listen, I was wondering if we could get together............tomorrow evening? Yes, that's ....that's perfect. I'll come by your place and we'll make a date of it ok? Great.... See you tomorrow."  Andrew said as his quick phone call finished.

Jeffery and Serena stood in the hotel suite in silence.

"This is going to be done my way, and my way only." Andrew said, as the thunder and lightening clapped again, illuminating and flashing on Andrew's face.

**** 


As she usually did around 10pm, Carolyn lay in bed reading. Her warm lavender bedding caressed her exposed feet and the rain soothed her while she flipped back page after page of Wuthering Heights. Her mind felt calm even though a storm raged just outside her window, in more ways than one.

As she began to fade off to sleep, she felt the staring of eyes upon her from the darkest corner of her room. She knew what this meant. She knew who it was. He had come to her like this before. It was how they usually had their most private and intimate talks and consolations.

As the thunder clapped and the flicker of lightening flashed in the room she saw him standing still in the corner staring at her with his cold eyes. Her decades old ancestor: Barnabas Collins.

Carolyn closed her book and said nothing to him, but stared back, fearless and sure of herself allowing only the fire in her fireplace to speak for her in crackles and sparks of burning wood. She continued to stay silence, defiant in his restraint to speak first, but within minutes he relented, something he always did when it came to Carolyn. He never could get one over on her.

"Wuthering Heights brings me such good memories." He said stepping out of the shadows.

"Why wouldn't it? It's about a man struggling to find his place in the world around him, doing all he can to connect to the one he loves even after she's gone from this world. I'd say it's practically your biography, give or take a few deaths." Carolyn mused.

Barnabas smirked and sat on the white sofa in her bedroom suite just across from the bed. He placed his cane firmly between his legs, his hands clasped over it's wolf handle and looked at her as if he wanted to know why, why would she and Julia attempt to kill him, but deep down he knew why. He just couldn't bring himself to admit he had caused all of their pain in the first place. Especially Carolyn's. Jude's death was solely squared on Barnabas' head.

And she knew it.

"Why are you here Barnabas? What do you want?" She said breaking the silence between them.

"We haven't had a chat in a while, Cousin. There is much we should discuss, I assume you'd like to get things out in the open as well." He said, his Cheshire cat grin blaring wide hoping she'd confess to conspiring with Julia to destroy him.

"As a matter of fact I do, I do have something to tell you." She answered in between rumblings of the storm outside.

"Very well." Barnabas said as he sat back to listen.

"I know what you did to Jude, I know everything there is to know. There's nothing you can say to me that will take away the anger that I feel towards you for killing him. To think, the only way you'd get what you wanted was for him to be out of the picture so that we'd all come back to Collinwood and recreate some sort of family just for you....it's stupid. And Selfish. Both things I can't put past you. I just wish ...." she paused before saying what she truly wished, that he was dead.

"Wished what? What do you wish for Carolyn?" Barnabas questioned feeling exactly what she really wanted to say.

"It doesn't matter. Nothing I really feel really matters to you anyway. You have no heart, only some sort of withered piece of muscle that drives you into more and more madness as the years pass you by." Carolyn answered.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, and I'm sorry you believe that I had anything to do with Jude's death." Barnabas said, trying to avoid the truth of what he had done.

Carolyn shook her head in disbelief that Barnabas was still denying it even after it was clear she had made up her mind and knew the truth.

"There really isn't much more we need to talk about, Barnabas, you have always know that I valued the way we could always be truthful with each other. After years and years of secrets in this house it was good to know that we could all at least live in honesty --between  us. But now I don't know how I can move forward knowing what I know." Carolyn said.

"Funny." Barnabas quipped.

"What is?"

"The idea of honesty, is such a important trait. Something that you do seem to value but I'm curious as know if you only value it those who are honest with you.... but you're not honest with them." He said hinting at something he knew too.

Carolyn's face changed. Something in her told her she was in danger. Barnabas stood up from the sofa and walked over to her bedside and grabbed her book. He smirked and began to flick through the pages.

There was a thunderclap, a spark of light from outside lit the windows up in bright white stormy light highlighting the worry written all over Carolyn's face.

"The main character in this book struggles, you see, he struggles to find his true place in society and often times finds it hard to trust those around him because, my dear cousin, a lot of times those that are the closest to you are the ones that end up betraying you the most. Wouldn't you agree?" He said slamming the book closed.

Carolyn said nothing.

"How's Julia? I know you two have been close. I know that you're the reason she's no longer with me, at the old house and here, with you....happy. Safe. Comfortable." Barnabas said, his voice calm and cold.

"She's getting more acquainted with Siobhan and little John. It was better for her to be here." Carolyn said, her words coming from her mouth slowly as if the caution would slow down Barnabas' next move.

He sat on her bed.

"You two have gotten close then, haven't you?" He said handing her the book back.

"Somewhat." She answered, she could tell now he knew that they had tried to kill him. She could see it in his eyes, she could tell there was a darkness in him that she hadn't seen in decades, something that felt more sinister than ever before.

"I don't like to feel betrayed Carolyn. Not by anyone. Especially not by the ones I have fought so hard to keep protected from the creature that I am. I don't like to be made a fool of and you and Julia have certainly done that. You know what happens when I begin to feel cornered....you know what happens, Carolyn, when I begin to feel as if I can no longer trust those closest to me. So I ask you...why.....why would Julia decide to do what she did..." he asked in a groan, then suddenly he lunged at her throat and growled "and why did you help her!!"

Carolyn swung her hand back and slapped Barnabas across the face with her book. The book flew out of her hand and crashed into the lamp exploding the bulb and breaking the base in a large pop of sound, this left the room pitch black with only the light from the fire glowing an orange/yellow haze across the large bedroom.

Barnabas took a breath after backing away from the blow to the face.

Within seconds of the altercation Carolyn leapt out of her bed and rushed to the open bedroom door but not before Barnabas made a fist with his hand. His leather gloves squeaked as the leather constricted around thick fingers. With this gesture the bedroom door slammed shut and locked, barring Carolyn from exiting.

She turned and looked at her ancient cousin who had a very small wound near his eye where the corner of the book sliced his skin open.

Barnabas removed his leather glove and felt the cut on his eye, a small drop of blood smeared on his finger, he licked it off and the wound began to heal itself and then vanished as if were never there.

"You're afraid of me." Barnabas said as he slowly made his way over to a shivering Carolyn who was standing in the orange glow of the fireplace.

"You're dangerous. I have always known that, but I never thought that you'd..." she said before he interrupted.

"That'd I'd what? That'd I'd come for you?" Barnabas giggled. "We all have our reckoning Carolyn. And helping Julia attempt to destroy me was perhaps your biggest mistake. But I'm not going to hurt you." He said as the tears began to well up in Carolyn's eyes.

"You've changed so much." Carolyn said in a whisper.

"I will always be here to remind you just how close you came to death, just how close I came to make sure Alexandra lost another parent. Now, my dear cousin, you'll remember where you stand in this place. Collinwood was my home first, and I decide who stays and who goes." Barnabas asserted.

"Don't you dare threaten me, Barnabas Collins, we all sleep at one point or another, even you. I wouldn't be so bold with words, I can make a stake out of just about anything." Carolyn said, her words burrowing deep into Barnabas' mind.

She was indeed a formidable opponent, but Barnabas' plans with Angelique were now taking center stage. He would take control over his childhood home, he would overpower everyone who stood in his way, it was only a matter of time, and Carolyn would live to fight another day.

"I see." Barnabas said replacing the glove on his hand. "Then it seems we've come at an impasse. You stand on one side and I on the other, but Carolyn only one of us can succeed at what we are attempting to do. Please don't forget that the strong willed Collins blood that flows through your veins has flowed through mine much, much longer and with much more ruthless rage." He said as her bedroom rood unlocked and slowly slid open revealing the darkened hallway.

The vampire, cold and angry was working through all the betrayals he had suffered at the hands of the people he believed loved him. He slowly made his way back to shadowy corner of Carolyn's room from which he came. He turned slowly to his shaking cousin, who never moved from her spot in front of the door, her arms firmly at her side, her legs solid in place as if to tell him she was not going anywhere either.

Then he smiled at her.

"I'll be by to see my grandson John very soon. I'm sure Siobhan wouldn't mind....Oh! And one more thing...." he paused. "Tell Julia I'll be back for her soon."

And with that cryptic warning for Julia, the woman Angelique made him he believe stabbed him with a stake, Barnabas disappeared. His body dissolved into the black shadows of the night leaving Carolyn alone in the room She fell to the bedroom floor releasing all of the tension she had held up while Barnabas stood there.

Carolyn's body was trembling, her mind was racing. Nothing could make her feel better about what had just happened, not even the soothing rain, or the soft white carpet her terrified body tried to seek comfort in. Her mind could only see the cold and vicious truth: Someone would have to end this curse forever and that meant Barnabas Collins could not survive.