Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2007 18:15:53 -0400
From: J
Subject: DOCTOR WHO, JESSE AND JEREMY 72

DOCTOR WHO, JESSE AND JEREMY 72

Light rain with a few bursts of lightning and thunder illuminate the docks
at Collinsport Pier, not far from the bar and grill Blue Whale, Maggie
Evan's and Joe Haskell's Cottage, the cliffs overlooking the sea...and
Collinwood mansion, all doused by a thin coat of falling precipitation...

Anyone's voice: "A storm rolls into Collinsport, Maine in the year 1976,
just four days short of a major July 4th fireworks celebration. Inside the
most unusual but very popular tourist attraction called Collinwood, guests
of Elizabeth Collins Stoddard, matriarch of the Collins family, enjoy a
true haunted house experience...and some are romantic about it..."

As they settled down for the night after having romantic sex, Jesse and
Jeremy moved under the covers. Jesse wore an old T shirt of David's that
said something like Yellow Submarine and Jeremy wore a long T shirt and
nothing else. "I feel...I feel...that something's watching us...look at
that!"

He pointed up to a microphone. "Do you see that?"

"Yeah, a microphone!"  Jesse sat up in bed.

A knock startled them both as they watched the microphone above, move from
over their heads and past the bed overhang toward the door. "Come in,"
Jeremy said.

David opened the door and the mike came over his head. "I came to see if
you two are okay for the night."

"Yeah," Jesse pointed up, "But... but... but..."

Nodding, Jeremy explained, "That microphone..."

David walked into the room and saw the mike move with him. "Oh
that. Happens all the time."  He turned on the lights and the mike
vanished.

"What...the...hell?" Jesse blinked.

"It's just that this place..."  David said.  As he said that the door
behind him started to creak open a bit more and Jeremy jumped out of bed to
see hands trying to keep the door from sliding open on its own. Jesse, out
of the corner of his eye caught the floating red light that came and rose
out of the bathroom area.  David continued his explanation, "This place
used to be a movie...well, a TV studio filmed here and on their way back to
New York, they got into a traffic accident with their van and all of them
died...fell off a cliff in the snow."  Jesse turned to see a large old
fashioned 1960s camera on a trolley moving from the bathroom toward
them. It said ABC on the side. "Don't let it bother you. Sometimes you
barely notice them..."

"Oh, so they're just more ghosts?"  Jeremy asked.

"Fairly benign ones," David said, "I wish we had more of that type about."

"I just saw a stage hand from keeping that door from closing!"  Jeremy was
incredulous.

"Yeah, they do that. You might also see someone in a mirror who's not in
the room really. A TV camera..."

"Yeah," Jesse said shakily and hid his lower face behind the covers of the
bed, which he was still in.

"It'll go away," David said. "The clothes are okay?"

"Yeah, they're fine," Jeremy said, "David, about Barnabus, are you sure
you're telling us everything."

As they spoke, they both tried to ignore hammering. It sounded like a prop
man was trying to fix a piece of the set. A fly landed on Jeremy's
nose. David acted as if this was not happening. "Sure, you think I'm
holding back on you after all I already told you?"

"Is it possible he's the Doctor?"

"I don't know."  David shrugged, "He'd have had to have landed here a
pretty long time ago...as far back as 1966 or maybe even longer than
that. I mean if your Doctor can live as long as you say...maybe, that would
explain so much..."

"What would?"

"Why he seems so much like he's stuck in the past...why all those spooky
things that follow him. Once he killed a vampire..."

As the ghost camera focused closely on him, Jesse pulled the covers up over
his head some more, "A...a vampire!!!!"  He hid under the sheets.

"Yeah, the Doctor's encountered vampires too. On Earth as well as in space,
in other universes, too," Jeremy said. "I'm sorry, I doubted you."

"It's okay," David said, "This place. It does that to even the best of
relationships. As far as the Doctor....Barnabus is just like that. Very old
fashioned. Look at long it took him to get telephones installed in the old
house.  Close to ten years. And also aliens and monsters and stuff tend to
get trounced by him. They sorta follow him around. Like trouble...."

"Doc's like that, too," Jesse said from the bed covers, "Lotsa
monsters...but...I feel better with him around when they're around and now
that he's not..."

"Oh you big baby, David and I will protect you."  Jeremy spouted.

David laughed and sat on the bed and held a post. Jeremy wondered if that
were symbolic for something. "Tell some more about this Doctor...I mean
that you already haven't..."

Jeremy laughed, "I've told you so much already."  David stared. "Alright,
alright. Let's see. He plays the recorder...oh, that's an instrument like a
flute..."

"Badly..."  Jesse chimed in from the covers.

"Gives blow jobs..."

"Greatly."  Jesse added.

"He sings sometimes..."

"Badly."

"When he's in a really good mood he dances."

"Not so badly."

David looked over at Jesse. Jeremy thought some more, "He can divvy up
devices and machinery at a moment's notice..."

"Goodly."  Jesse added. Jeremy looked at him and raised his
eyebrows. "Greatly. Fantastically..."

"...and out of almost nothing at all... a few bit of wire and tin cups..."
Jeremy day dreamed.

David stood up, "I can tell you both really love this guy. He sounds
incredible. Ah well, it'll be midnight in a few. I'm beat. I'll help you
look around again tomorrow and don't worry..."  he gave Jeremy a fake punch
to the stomach, "We'll think of something to reunite you three..."  As he
made to leave, a ghostly crew, a stagehand held the door open for him. When
he left, a camera that was following him, vanished and an overhead
microphone followed it into the heavens...

"Did...did you see that?"  Jesse shoved his whole head under the covers and
dove headfirst toward the bottom of the bed. Jeremy opened the covers there
and stuck his dick in. "That'll give me bravery..."

"The tribes of the Amazon believed that..."  Jeremy said and his dick grew
under the sheets.

"Let's put that to the test..."  Jesse opened his mouth and took Jeremy's
dick into it.

Jeremy stood at the foot of the bed, Jesse sucked his penis from under the
sheets, the wrong way around, on the bed top. Jesse's tongue found its way
around each bit of lusting skin on Jeremy's manhood, even as he did it,
Jesse moaning with the cock in his mouth. Jeremy writhed,
"Oh. Fuck. Shit. Jesse."  Jesse's hands reached out from the sides of the
bed sheet and touched Jeremy's soft but muscled thighs as he held on.

This soon led to Jeremy getting off and then he got onto the bed to hug
Jesse...

In the great canopy bed, Jesse and Jeremy hugged each other, rolled on the
bed, hugging, kissing, caressing. Shafts grew between them. Romantic
sex. When it was over, Jeremy dressed...one thought on his mind, "Is the
Doctor now Barnabus Collins...?"  Jesse remained nude and fell asleep
fast...

"Collinwood stands oblivious to those who reside within it. I am Jeremy
Sumpter, movie actor, tv actor, time traveler. Here beside me is my lover,
one of two lovers, Jesse McCartney. We had sex, naturally, and the night
wore on, both of us upset at not finding the Doctor, man or woman. For some
reason, Barnabus Collins filled my mind. Had I known what I would discover
about that, I would have fought it, would have stayed where I was..."

Jeremy is in another of David's long long T shirts, sleeveless, and
white-gray. He also wears a pair of cut off denim shorts, a bit tight for
him as David's not as big. Jesse is beside Jeremy, sleeping and snoring.

"Jesse and I discussed the fact that we might be in a parallel universe
where superheroes, ghosts, and TV characters are all real. To us, that is
besides the point..."

Barnabus' hand gripped the coffin side and opened it. He sat up in his
coffin a moment before glancing at Willie Loomis, who was in a trance. "Put
that away, Willie."  His eyes were dark and his grimace malicious. Willie
had taken the cross off the coffin. "And hide all the mirrors."

"Barnabus, please..."

"You know you must obey me, Willie. Obey and trust me...this time."

"What are you going to do?"

"In past times, I would have punished you severely for questioning me like
that, Willie."  Barnabus stepped out of his coffin, which was in the
basement inside a cell. The cell door was open. "The New House has so many
people in it now. So many to choose from..."

"You can't. Julia, Julia and I we...we will get you blood...in fact she's
on her way back here from Windcliff to..."

"Yes, I know. But I need fresh blood, Willie. Blood that comes directly
from the veins..."  Barnabus's mind reached out. "There is one who is
already thinking of me. One who is susceptible to me because of his
thoughts..."

Collinwood stands at the stroke of midnight. The great grandfather clock
struck 12 a moment too late...a light rain shed itself from the heavy
burdened clouds...drops diving for the ocean, beyond Widow's Hill...



"Midnight. A hush falls through the melancholy halls of Collinwood."

Carolyn was asleep in her bed. Elizabeth fell asleep in a chair in her
room, reading. David was finally asleep in his bed, restlessly turning but
in his sleep. Something nagged at his subconscious, something he once knew
but had been made to forget...

"A solemn moon casts dark shadows over the placid stillness of the old
mansion."

The Old House. Large stone poles, illuminated by lightning bursts, followed
by thunder clasps...and a white dressed ghostly woman...Josette dancing
around the pillars...pillars which held up a huge overhang...

"I, Barnabus lie in deep sleep upon my bed of purple velvet. Asleep but
awake to your thoughts. Your feelings, your desires."

Jeremy, next to Jesse, was stirring. He sat up. He could not sleep. He
brushed the hair out of his lover's eyes, then out of his own. He thought
about the Old House. About Barnabus.

"I bet he is the Doctor..."  Barnabus seemed to fill his mind.

"Alone but cradled by the presence of your mind...I hear your call, I feel
your yearning. I know that you want me. I know that you need me."

Jeremy quickly dressed again. He put on the tight, washed out, slightly
ripped, denim cuts offs and over his head put the long white T shirt, the
bottom of which flowed. It hung down on him as he stood from the bed.

"The oppressing weight of long lost time weighs heavily upon me. The
deepening gloom that cover me, binds me in my sepulture, I hear your call,
I feel your yearning. I must go to you. I struggle to free the invisible
chains that bind me. I search in the embalmed darkness for a nebulous light
that will lead me to you. I hear your call, I feel your yearning. I am with
you!"

I, Barnabus...Cobert and Grean



"Make yourself scarce, Willie, we'll...I'll be having a visitor very
soon..."

The rain added to the water that hit the cliffside rocks beneath the
Collinwood mansion, not far from the Old House...DARK SHADOWS looming
...Jeremy sat up as he heard the water hit the cliffs, unsure as to how. He
went to one of the thin, rectangular stained glass windows and saw the rain
tapering off.  He moved to the desk and began to write a note, "Jesse, I'm
very anxious about the Doctor and about this Barnabus. I know I should
wait, wait for morning, for you. I just think if I go there and take a look
around, I might find out something. Your love, Jeremy. PS, don't be scared
without me..."  He drew a happy face next to that. He put a hole in the
note and used the hole to push the note on the bathroom door knob where
Jesse was sure to find it.  Jeremy looked around the room. He opened the
door, "Jesse..."  he whispered. "I know there're many ghosts in this house
but you...you'll be safe..."  he returned to his lover and kissed Jesse's
forehead, smooth and he liked the taste...He kissed Jesse's left shoulder
which faced up from the bed as the boy laid on his side. Jeremy thought
about something. Something he hadn't done of late. He brushed his hand on
Jesse's exposed left hand and let it go so he could kneel beside the
bed. "God, dear God, please keep Jesse safe...have my old Fitzie guard him,
that'll be good..."  Jeremy stood up and smiled, proud of himself now, sure
that God would look after Jesse. He found a flashlight in one of the
drawers and checked it, then moved to the open door and went out and shut
it.

Jeremy prowled the house, hoping no one would spot him or stop him. The
rain had stopped although the clouds kept coming. Jeremy exited through one
of the large back doors, crossing a marble tile floor, leaving the
house. He walked on stones, past cement show railings and flower pots of
same. It all looked quite majestic to him but also he thought, cold and of
little warmth of spirit. The thunder had subsided and so had the
lightning. He crossed the large open area, descended a short stone series
of steps, and walked along the side lawn, a huge tower looming above
him. The gray clouds seemed as if they wanted to part but wouldn't. Jeremy
walked on the wet grass and could feel some of it kick up on his bare
legs. Not his favorite thing but he felt the exhilaration one feels after a
storm or from being out in one during a lull. He smiled to himself,
thinking the Doctor would have some scientific explanation for this.  He'd
have the most unromantic explanations for the most romantic things and yet,
somehow, that fact in and of itself, made the Doctor and what he
said...very romantic. "I'm coming, Doctor," Jeremy said as he left the open
spaces of the Collinwood estate and marched into the woods. Once he stood
in the woods, flashlight shining, he wasn't so sure of himself, however. It
was oppressive and scary. "Nothing's gonna stop me from finding you,
Doctor."  He moved more warily now and the trees seemed to close in on
him. He looked overhead and thought he saw a few bats flying their
rounds. The tree arms nearly blocked out the gray smoke of the clouds and
the darkness behind them. These, too, seemed to grow thicker as he moved on
and on.

The T shirt flowed behind him, the denim shorts open at the button,
unbuttoned...

He recognized the area as leading past Widow's Hill and as he moved on, he
heard faint sounds. He thought he was imagining them but as he moved closer
and closer to the dreaded hill, he knew he was not imagining them. They
were clear as the heart pounding in his chest. He spied the opening in the
trees and bushes and saw them. Three ghostly figures, veils over their
faces so that the nose, ears, mouth of each could not be seen. And he could
see the cliff side through their translucent bodies. They had their hands
to their faces and were weeping. Jeremy moved closer to toward them, in an
attempt to tell them not to cry, "Oh, please don't cry any longer, it's..."
as he moved, he nearly bumped into a brunette woman. She wore a red dress
that he was certain was not from 1976 but from a further period back in
time. Probably the late 1700s.

"Go back! Go Back! Go Back!"

"Who!?"  Jeremy jumped backward, "Who are you?"

"Ruby. My name is Ruby," the woman said, under some duress. "Ruby
Tate. Please, you must go back!"

"No way. I have no intention of going back until I've found some things
out."

As thunder began to rise up again, Ruby Tate titled her head and said,
rather, moaned, "You must go back, for you are in grave danger!"  She
tilted her head and Jeremy could see her neck had two fang marks on
it. Blood came from them.

Jeremy resisted the urge to run all the back to Collinwood but he pushed
on, walking up to Ruby and when he tried to get around her, she moved in
front of him. "Get out of my way!"

"Don't go near the Old House!"  She kept blocking him from continuing. He
tried dodging her.

Jeremy tried a few more times but finally, he swallowed, swept up all the
bravery he could and to ran right at her. Ruby screamed as he passed right
through her. Jeremy turned to look briefly but he kept running. Ruby
dropped all pretense of creating fear and just stared at the boy's back as
he plodded on through the woods toward the Old House.  Jeremy shuddered and
hugged himself a few times as the rain began again, light rain at first but
it started small and built itself up to a frenzy.

En route to the house and just as the storm began to brew up again, other
ghosts tried to stop him also. The headless ghost was there once more,
carrying his own head, putting it on and trying to delay him. He knew what
it was up to so he just sidestepped it and ran. It had called him a
fool. Jeremy told it, "Then I'm a fool for love because I'm going to find
out answers for my Doctor..."  He had run into a woman in a long purple
dress.

"I am Victoria Winters..."

Her long brunette hair flowed as David's long T shirt flowed around
Jeremy's butt and legs.

Another woman, a dark haired redhead, her hair even longer, appeared next
to her. "I am Victoria Winters..."

A shorter woman, with shorter hair than both of them, brunette just as the
first Vicki, appeared. "I am Victoria Winters..."

"What is this TO TELL THE TRUTH?"  Jeremy quipped. "Honestly, to tell you
the truth, I don't care. I know you're all only trying to stop me from
getting to the old house...I don't know why, maybe it's to protect me but I
can't let you stop me..."

The trio seemed to converge on him and as their hands touched his chest, he
realized they seemed more solid than the others. He backed off. "Listen,
what do you want?"

"These two are from parallel worlds. In all three, we have had a hard time
of it because of Barnabus Collins..."

"I've known people who might say the same thing about the Doctor..."
Jeremy shrugged, "Look, it's my choice, just leave me alone! Let me go to
the Old House!"

"He's used us up and forgotten about us," the tall redhead said.

"I don't this Barnabus but I have to say, that this place ...it's a little
strange and if things happen he can't control..."

"Do you know there's not one photograph of any of us in our respective
Collinwoods..."  the main Victoria snapped.

"That's because..."  Jeremy remembered that David told him that there was
not a single photograph of Victoria Winters left in Collinwood. Apparently,
both Elizabeth Stoddard and Mrs. Johnson could not bare to have any inside
the house. Perhaps their minds lingered on that one photo which had shown
Vicky being hung in the past. Odd that, since from what David told him,
that very photo lead Barnabus to save Vicky...by going back in time. Back
in time. Barnabus can go back in time. He had to be the Doctor. It seemed
impossible but having been a time traveler now, Jeremy knew that most
things were impossible, especially when it came to time and what it could
do and what one could do within it. "This is none of my business...I'm
sorry but if you knew me at all or the Doctor at all, you'd just not even
try to stop me..."  He moved around them and when they separated, he dashed
in the space between them.

"Perhaps, you're Doctor will leave you to the past as our Barnabus has..."
the main Vicky snapped.

The shorter one: "Maybe he'll rescue you from one thing only to let another
have at you."

He ploughed on, past all three Vickis, each one being more sarcastic than
the other.

A ghostly portly man who called himself Sam Evans, and Maggie's father,
warned him, "Don't involve yourself with Barnabus Collins, it will lead to
nothing but misery."

"I'm sorry. I---I've got to!"  Jeremy covered his ears as best he could
while holding the flashlight, which shone right through Sam, and moved
on. Others seemed to be victims of werewolf and vampire attacks, some
seemed to have become vampires themselves, huge holes in their chests where
their hearts used to be; others were past Collins family members: Tad,
Joshua, Flora, a very happy flirt named Pansy Faye...who did a dance for
him...trying to delay him in a most fun manner...and she used her scarf to
try to wrap him up in.

There was also a psychic woman, who unlike most others, wore 1968 type
clothing and a scarf around her head almost like a gypsy. Her neck was
broken and she seemed to be holding up her hands to stop him. Like all the
others, she had little power to stop him if he wanted to keep moving and
keep moving he did.  Running, he didn't even realize he had lost both
sandals, flip flops. His feet were somewhat bruised.

Jeremy's favorite had to be a genuine gypsy woman who wore long ear rings,
and a full gypsy outfit, skirt and all. Dangling jewelry as part of her
ensemble. "You no gotta go in der..."  she had said to him.

"Yes, I do."

"I, Magda Racosi forbid it."

"Yes, but like the others, you don't have any power to stop me do you?"

She raised her hand up, "I gotta the power..."  she said and Jeremy almost
laughed. And as he tried to walk through her, like the others, he found he
could not. "I DO got-ahh, the power..."

Jeremy felt he could not move. "You...you can't stop me..."

"I have. I am," she laughed. "It be for your own, ahh, good, young man..."

"Please, you have to let me in. I'm looking for a friend of mine..."

Magda put her arm down and released Jeremy from her influence. "This must
be some, ahh, great friend, if you plan to brave these woods and that Old
House for him, ahh?"

"Truth is..."  Jeremy swallowed, "He's not just a friend. He...he's my
lover..."

Magda laughed. Loudly. "Now I understand. Many have entered that house on
account of love and the great, big house there too, you see. And never come
out for it. And if some have, they never come out for it in
love...still. You understand?"

"No."

Magda laughed again. "I tell you what. I let you go, no."

"Yes."

"I let you go, yes. But once in there, that house of dark shadows, you on
your own, ahh?"  She shook her head up and left it there in the air, aware,
knowing. Realizing she was making the wrong decision for him.

"Thanks, Magda!"  Jeremy's face brightened and he moved to hug her and fell
through her onto his face. He stood up as she laughed and vanished, and
laughed some more even though her ghost was gone. He wiped off some leaves
that clung to his t shirt.

He could see the Old House looming up ahead, the large oak tree branches
and the surrounding bushes, which formerly, seemed to keep it hidden from
view, seemingly now parting for him. Lightning blasts illuminated the scary
old house, huge pillars, behind which anything could hide in waiting and
pounce on him as he approached. Before hitting the main staircase, which he
was sure he didn't want to do anyway, he slowly made his way past the old
swing that moved to and fro on the greatest of trees. It moved but he, at
first, saw no one on it. As the lightning began again, in the bursts of
light or in between them, he wasn't sure which, he could make out the
figure of a little girl in the swing, she adorned in a long nightgown. He
squinted. A very little girl. The girl seemed to be singing. Yes, she was.

"London Bridge is falling down. Falling Down. Falling Down. London
Bridge...take the key and lock HIM up, my fair gay, carefree boy."

"What was that?"  Jeremy said out loud and wanted to move closer to
her...however, the danger of lightning was ever present and the lightning
itself reminded him of it when it struck a smaller tree near him.

He ran, and finally approached the house from the huge left side wall, he
hid under the awning of a large window. He looked inside. He saw a
small-ish timid looking man, calling someone on a telephone. "Julia,
you...you've gotta come right away."

On the other end, Julia said, "I'll have to contact Carolyn...tell her to
get in touch with Adam..."

"Now?"

"No. No, she'll suspect something if I call her now," Julia said, "She
knows that when Adam is sick, Barnabus is sick. Or used to be. She knows
enough to help us. But right now, I'm having some trouble here, getting
permission for the blood."

"Oh no, that means..."

"Not to worry, Willie, that won't stop me."  She paused and then added,
"...but I'll be there as soon as possible. And Willie...Willie, are you
sure you're all right?"

"Yes, Julia, just hurry back..."  Willie said and then he hung up.

At Windcliff, Julia looked at the phone in her hand, hung it up, and smiled
at a passing nurse, who had glanced at her, a look of suspicion on the
nurse's face.  Julia shrugged. It was not long before she moved to the
hospital blood bank door. It would be easy to just bluff her way to the
people on duty. They knew she worked with home bound individuals before and
some of them required blood transfusions.

At the Old House, rain began to come down heavier. Jeremy could no longer
see inside as clearly. Willie seemed to have hung up the phone and stared
at something. Jeremy had ducked to avoid him but when he looked back,
Willie had gone. Jeremy looked up at the rain filled sky and hoped it would
end its deluge. Yes, Jeremy turned to look up at the sky and when he turned
back, Barnabus Collin's face filled the window, smiling, an almost evil
smile....Jeremy screamed and fell back, into the bushes.

He looked up and there was a man standing over him, outside, just over his
face. Thick boots on. Impassive face, yet somehow the forehead of Willie
sported creases that looked like worry. "You shouldn't have been out here,
young man...now..."

At the doors to the Old House, a caped figure called out, "Get him inside,
Willie, he...he will catch his death out there...and we wouldn't want
that."

Jeremy immediately jumped up but Willie had grabbed his right arm. "I..."

"You can't leave in this rain storm..."

"You can't leave in this rain storm," Willie said, almost mimicking
Barnabus's voice.

"I'm..."  Jeremy said as he met Barnabus at the front doors, "I'm a friend
of David's."

"Come, inside," Barnabus said, "No spider, no fly..."

Jeremy nervously laughed. The room they stepped into, despite the modern
day phone, could have come out of the 1700s. Over the fireplace hung a
portrait of a beautiful woman. "Josette Collins," Barnabus smiled and then
lost his smile. "One of the ...well, unfortunate brides who lived here..."
his voice was cold but it grew as warm as Jeremy's soaked body as he spoke
of Josette further, "...for a time...had things been different for her, she
might as well still lived here...had the Old House, what we Collineses call
it...had it been accommodating for her."  Barnabus smiled, "But you're
soaked to the bone...your clothes, take them off."

"Huh?"  Both Willie and Jeremy asked.

Barnabus began by taking hold of the wet bottom of the T shirt from behind
Jeremy and lifting it. The wet cloth clung to the boy's bare skin. Willie
averted his eyes after he caught a glimpse of the wet t shirt front
clinging to and showing every inch of Jeremy's muscular stomach. The shirt
dipped in at the navel.

>From behind, Barnabus could see large patches of muscles...and veins...and
more muscles in the back of the boy...Jeremy raised his hands over his head
and his arms, too. Barnabus took the T shirt off and rounding on Willie,
handed the wet mess to his servant. Willie stared.

"Willie, here, will find you a room where you can let your clothing dry...I
think the spare one at the top..."

"Josette's room, Barnabus, no!"

Jeremy blinked, then looked from one man to the other. "If it's an
inconvenience..."

"Not at all. Tell me, though, why...have you come here so late this night?"

"I had to...I had..."  Jeremy blinked. "Gosh, I guess I...I... for...oh, I
know. I've been meaning to meet you. Talk to you. David's always on about
how great you are...and...have you had other visitors here recently?"

"There's only you. And might I say," Barnabus put his cape around Jeremy
and let his hands stay on both shoulders of the strong boy. "Each room has
a fireplace. Willie shall light it, while you take a bath....if you
like. This storm will rage on for hours..."  Barnabus looked at the Sitting
Room's windows as the lightning raged and the thunder beat against them. He
smiled behind Jeremy. Even over his cape, he could see the boy's strong
neck muscles. He had looked down to the succulent hip but his eyes traced
the veins from hip to lower...lower...lower...there, the veins rose up on
the boy's flat but well developed lowest of low to the lower belly, past
one of his favorite places to bite men...the navel...and up to the
chest...he settled on his favorite place...the neck.

Willie could see two things happening. Barnabus began to drool, opening his
mouth, baring fangs AND Jeremy began to unzip his denim shorts. A large bit
of boy flesh already was on display.  He grabbed Jeremy's two wrists, using
the wet T shirt to brush against the boy's dick area as it hung from his
own left hand, "Well, come on then, come on, if we're...we is going to get
started..."  He lead the boy up the great marble staircase, Barnabus
glaring knives at him. Willie didn't make eye contact and from years of
knowing Barnabus he knew this was the best method of avoidance. He
literally almost had to drag the boy up the steps, now bare feet dragging
on the steps. Jeremy seemed to be almost asleep, in some sort of semi
trance.

"I am tired..."

Barnabus watched the pair vanish at the top of the staircase--- and he
began to lick his lips.

Willie opened a door and literally dragged Jeremy inside.

Inside, Jeremy saw the large portrait of Josette over a mantle piece and a
fireplace. "Wow. She must have been very loved."

Willie paused for a moment in trying to light the fireplace. "Yes, yes, she
was. I mean I believe she was..."

Jeremy sat on the large bed, which was neatly made. "I..."  he held his
head, "I'm not sure I can take a bath. I guess I'm more tuckered out than I
thought."

A flash of lightning hit, followed by thunder, then the lights flickered
and went out. Jeremy looked at Willie, "Do they do that often?"

"They should come on...but with the power down, it...it's best you just
stay in this room, kay?"

"Sure, thing," Jeremy smiled and laid back on the bed, his flat abs spread
out to the ceiling. His muscled chest looked like two solid mountains of
manliness, tinged with two hard, cold rock solid nipples, pointed from the
cold storm and the water....his body had some goose bumps on it and it
looked heavenly...

Willie coughed and held the wet T shirt, "I'll just see about some other
clothes for you..."

"I'm alright," Jeremy said, "Oh, the wet shorts, on the bed!"  He jumped
off the bed, stripped them off carefully, and handed them to Willie, who
averted his eyes.

"I'll set some candles out on the dresser..."  Willie said after lighting
the fireplace, trying not to look at Jeremy.

"Thanks..."

Willie nodded without looking at the hunk and he left the room as fast as
he could.

Naked, Jeremy looked about the room and found a music box on the mantle
below a portrait of Josette. When he opened it, the song Josette always
listened to began to play. A small ballerina danced under the open
lid. Jeremy's eyes lit up, "How romantic..."

Below, Barnabus looked up, hearing Josette's music playing. He smiled...

Willie came to him and almost threw the clothing at him but stopped himself
short of doing so. "I know, I know. I know what you're doin', Barnabus. And
I don't like it one bit..."

"Willie...you can't do anything about it, now, can you?"

Willie came around Barnabus's back, "I don't understand, Barnabus. You've
been under the curse before and were...well, were..."

Barnabus spun around to face, "Were what? Say it, Willie!"

"You weren't as evil as you were...you know, the first time. The time
before Sarah..."

"Sarah!"  Barnabus gasped, "I ..."  He faltered. He turned around, eyes
shut in pain. The thought of Sarah...how she loved him and he her. The
thought of what he was doing and the things, the evil, vampiric things his
mind was planning...planning for the boy upstairs...  "No..."  he said
meekly.

"You're a good man, Barnabus, always have been," Willie faced him again.
"Even when..."

Barnabus composed himself and stood up straight again, "Even when I bit
you, made you my slave, beat you, tried to make you the pawn, the pasty for
so many things...and when I threatened, nay almost killed Maggie, David,
Victoria Winters, Carolyn, and so, so many others. Even in a way, it was I,
yes I who caused..."  he spit out air as a fly landed on his nose. "I who
caused Roger's death..."

"That's...over and over and done with, Barnabus. But now, now, I gotta know
what you're gonna do...the kid..."

"Don't worry, Willie," Barnabus smiled and put his hand on Willie's
shoulder, "Even though, this time it feels different...much different as
though...I'm myself and you're right, I am basically a good man..."

Willie's eyes remained suspicious, "I'll be right back. I'm...I'm gonna go
get some candles..."

Barnabus's eyes followed his old friend as he moved to the basement
steps. Barnabus went to the lock on the door and closed the latch...he
folded both hands and put them to his chin...he smiled, revealing sharp
vampire fangs...his eyes gleaming...



In Collinwood, Jesse stirred in the bed. "Doctor, no. Reverse the polarity
of the neutron flow, not the other way around...Borusa said so..."  Jesse
stirred. He felt something. He felt something in the room. He put his face
beneath the sheets again. He hoped, like some of the other phantoms of
Collinwood, it would just dissipate without any trouble.  Something heavy
seemed to be at his feet, his ankles. From under the sheet, he could see a
huge shadow, a smaller one moving behind it. The thing sat down.

Jesse gulped and peered out the sheet top. He put his back down on the bed
and stared. Suddenly as the lightning filled the room via the three or more
stained glass windows, he saw the image. Staring back at him was a large
dark colored, German Shepard canine. It sat at the foot of the bed,
seemingly rising up, headfirst to leap on it. The image he was before, the
large one was the dog, the smaller was its tail waving back and forth. The
dog stared and watched. Jesse's eyes widened. The sheet was wrapped under
his arms and he laid there staring...the dog inadvertently opened its mouth
and he could see large canine fangs and other teeth...Lightning behind
illuminated the silhouette of the dog... the large patches of hair were
black and brown at different parts of its body. It would be beautiful, if
Jesse didn't feel chills all over his spine and spreading out to the rest
of his body...

Jeremy took a bath after all. When finished, he warmed himself by the fire
Willie had started in the fireplace. He rubbed his hands together. He heard
a strange howling in the woods. Jeremy went to the window, a large squared
off one. He could not see any animal and he wondered what type of animal
would make a noise like that. It had three howls and then stopped...he
thought he saw a large bat outside his window...he moved back, somewhat
unaffected by either wolf or bat...

Willie struggled to get out of the basement cellar door. "Barnabus, let me
out! You can't do this!"

Jeremy laid down in the bed, put the sheets over himself, and quickly fell
asleep.  A thick fog of smoke came from under the door to his room. If
anyone had seen it, they'd have thought the house were on fire. That alone
would be a horrid enough thing, however what it really was...was even worse
than any fire. When the fog finished rolling in from under the door, it
rose up and formed a figure...in the dark over the bed, in front of the
light from the fireplace and the head of Barnabus Collins illuminated by
bursts of lightning. The body followed, assisted by brief bouts of
thunder... Barnabus stared the prone boy, who rested his head sideways on
the fluffy pillow. Jeremy looked angelic. His medium length hair curled in
the rain and fell to his ears...his breath...his steady rhythm of life, in
and out, in and out... such life, Barnabus thought. Such grace. Such
virility. He could feel the blood pumping in the youth's veins. He could no
longer control himself. He raised his hands and Jeremy turned so that his
neck was an open target... Barnabus opened his mouth wide and his main
fangs bared, descended to the boy's throat...the tip of each main fang
already started to draw blood on the handsome, smooth and clear neck...

In Collinwood, Jesse stared at the dog and thought in the eyes, he could
see the vampire starting to bite the neck of Jeremy...



DOCTOR WHO STING MUSIC into the long, alternate Dark Shadows theme song...



TBC



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