Blood Scar, chapter 4 From: Beverly LaCroix Chapter Four
The Way Barnabas walked past Morgan to Quentin who was now crouched on the ground, holding Julia. "Is she dead?" Quentin whispered, afraid of the answer. "No, she fainted. Her heartbeat is strong." Barnabas said through clenched teeth. Quentin held her close to him in a protective way, and looked at Barnabas and said, "he's dangerous, Barnabas." "Yes, I know." Barnabas replied, glancing at Morgan, whose back was to him. "What are you going to do about him?" Quentin asked, not caring what happened to Morgan now. "I don't know." Barnabas said. "Well, you had better think of something, Barnabas or I will." Quentin said anger now seeping into his tone. Morgan touched the blood scar as it began to throb in unbearable pain. He had heard Quentin, and his survival was threatened, and it seemed to affect the blood scar. Would Quentin destroy him as he lay helpless in the daylight hours, he wondered, as he heard Barnabas walk towards him, and he reacted in a violent manner that threw Barnabas off guard. Shoving Barnabas away from him, Morgan felt himself changing, and he was flying. He had changed into a bat, and with a thought he changed back into his human form. The blood scar had stopped hurting he noticed first thing, and that meant that he was safe for now. But for how long he thought. Where would he go? What could he do in this strange world, and this strange time? "Julia, are you all right?" Quentin whispered, stroking her cheek. "Morgan? Where's Morgan?" Julia said, her voice ragged with weakness. "He's with Barnabas," Quentin said. "No. No. Barnabas will hurt him, Quentin, you must stop him." Julia said, getting frantic. "No need to worry about that, my dear, your master has escaped for now." Barnabas said in a tone laced with sarcasm, causing Quentin to look sharply at his cousin. "Barnabas, what the hell do you mean by that?" Quentin said angrily, helping Julia to her feet. "Simple, really, Quentin. Julia is now the victim of a vampire. She belongs to Morgan now, not you." Barnabas said controlling the rage. Quentin had forgotten about that, and he felt sickened at the thought of the woman he loved being under the spell of such a creature, and vowed to himself he would hunt Morgan down and destroy him, no matter the consequences. He knew Morgan would not go to his usual resting place, it just didn't seem to work that way. Too damn easy, Quentin thought with a sneer. Barnabas had been studying Quentin carefully, and could read his thoughts as easily as if reading a book, and agreed with him. Morgan was trouble before, and now it would be worse than before, he had tasted blood, and had began using some of his powers. The only reason he hadn't killed Julia was because of his overwhelming hunger, and not knowing how to control what he was doing. But, unfortunately, he had tasted the blood, and the power that that one taste could give, and he, himself, knew only too well how intoxicating it could be, and the victim's addiction to the vampire was too stimulating to resist. Morgan would have to be destroyed, there was no other way, Barnabas thought with sadness. Julia clutched the marks on her neck, they hurt, almost like a migraine headache she thought dismally, knowing Morgan must be in pain somewhere all alone, and scared. She knew vampires felt fear, they felt love, and she knew their emotions were far more heightened than humans especially when in a state where their survival was threatened or they felt someone they loved was in danger. Julia knew Barnabas had felt Will's fear in the parallel time world they had found themselves in, and been very distraught when he had been unable to help him. Barnabas was older and a lot stronger than Morgan, and she could only imagine the despair that Morgan was feeling now. Tears fell down her cheeks as she allowed Quentin to take her back to Collinwood, while Barnabas went to search for Morgan. The need was overpowering him again, and he could not allow it to take over, if he did he would surely be destroyed, he mused as he saw the lights of Collinsport loom into his view. With a thought, he changed, and was once again soaring above the landscape, seeing the docks he smiled, and with a thought was in his human form. Watching in the shadows, he watched money changing hands for a whitish powder, and could surmise it was some form of the addictive opium that had taken over his brother Gabriel's life. He saw the syringe that Dr. Hoffman always seemed to have a supply of, and with the thought of Dr. Hoffman, he felt a protectiveness for the good doctor course through him. He needed her, and with a thought, could hear her need for him. He couldn't go to her now, they would be waiting for him, to destroy him, and he wasn't going to let Barnabas or Quentin near him. Not yet anyway. Watching the man had taken the money for the drugs slither away like a snake, and then the other man take out his drug paraphernalia, Morgan almost through up, as he watched the needle go in the man's vein. He could see the dirt on it, his vision had become so acute after feeding from Julia, it seemed as if night had become day. When he had stopped at the outskirts of town, he had had to reach into his other life, and remember how he and his brother Quentin had learned the Shaolin teachings of focussing and control over the mind. If he had continued on, his heightened senses, and lack of control over them would have brought about his destruction a lot sooner than Barnabas or Quentin could have managed. He and Quentin had been in China and had discovered the secret hidden Shaolin temple, and the priests had let them stay and learn the Way, as they had called it, with the promise their secret would be safe, and it had been. He missed his brother he thought with a pang of loss. His brother Quentin was nothing like his "cousin" Quentin in this time. This Quentin had many dark secrets, and had at one time held hands with the devil, he could see the struggle that consumed him at times. It had been very minute, and very quick but he had seen, and it had made him vulnerable. Morgan hadn't thought much about it the two or three times he had witnessed it, he had been to consumed with his own problem, but now it might be a solution for him in dealing with Quentin. Watching the man pull the bloody needle from his arm, Morgan smelled the blood, and it was intoxicating, and he stepped out of the shadows, feeling his fangs pushing on their sheathes. He felt his eyes changing, but then a woman came out of nowhere, stepping between him and the man that was going to be his. He saw her long blonde shining hair, heard her familiar laughter, and smelled the rosewater. His eyes widened in shock as she turned around, and he saw the all too familiar face. ************************************** See what's new at http://www.aol.com
